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10-12-2003, 11:39 AM
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Ok, I finally managed to sqeeze out another chapter. I don't know if it's any good thought so you'll have to tell me.

Chapter 2, Aaron
Reggie took his first real beating the next day. Bill finished mopping up his blood on time that evening and got his first meal in 2 days. He came back to his cell to find Reggie’s up for rent.
“New record,” muttered a prisoner near by, “only survived 2 and a half days, beaten to death just after lunch, left his tools where sligs could step on em. Not as strong as he made out.”
Bill didn’t reply but curled his scabbed back over his bed and fell asleep. The next day was like any other, and the next, on the third evening Reggie’s cage was taken again. The new owner of the cage was brought into the bunks in a sack as the muds came back after their evening “meal.”
Bill at first thought they had a paramite or scrab in the sack, it was bouncing about violently and there were 3 sligs struggling to drag it in. But when the sack was tipped upside down into a cage it was a mudokon that fell out and ran to the back of the cage. The guy watched everything the sligs did, as they locked the cage and left the bunks.
“They leave the door to this room open,” The mud observed. Bill didn’t answer. The mud looked across at him, then curled up on his bed and went to sleep.
Bill woke the next morning and waited till the bell went, meaning the morning meal before work started. The new mud was awake to.
“Mornin,” he said as a greeting.
“Very observant of you,” Bill replied.
The mud seemed to take that as a joke, rather than an insult, and actually LAUGHED! Bill was so shocked that he sat up! The mud seemed surprised at his shocked expression and asked “you alright?”
“You-you-yu!”
“I’m Aaron, nice to meet ya.”
“Bill.”
“How long you been here Bill?”
“Uh, years!”
The bell went at that moment and their conversation was cut short. The sligs came in and they were marched in to the cafeteria and given bowls of “porridge.” Ten minutes of frantic eating later they were marched out of the room again. They were all sent to their various areas of the factory to work.
Before being given a job in the factory, mudokons were given a shot of cocoa. Cocoa is a highly addictive and very weird substance found on Oddworld. One mouthful of the properly processed stuff and you would spend the rest of your life craving for another tiny taste. The addiction lasted the rest of your life and worked on all intelligent Oddworldian species. It was a popular but expensive torture method.
Aaron had the normal reaction to the stuff. He found himself suddenly unwilling to swallow until the sligs forced it down his throat. It somehow seemed to… warm up his whole body! He immediately felt a craving for another mouthful but he knew that he would probably never taste the stuff again.
The next thing they did was a test to see what his best job would be, and 20 minutes later he was hammering at a chunk of metal.
That evening Bill watched as Aaron’s unconscious body was carried in to the bunks by 2 sligs. He heard tem talking as they came in.
“Seriously, it’s bad enough havin the glukkons threaten us, but now the muds are at it to!”
“Man, you can’t seriously consider leaving?”
“Why shouldn’t I? They just chuck all the worst muds down here, they lower the wages every week, and then there’s whatever it is that there guarding in corridor AC.”
“Well, for a start you probably won’t get another job, then if you do you’ll find yourself hanging in a slig-sack 23 hours a day.”
“Better than this place.”
They opened Aaron’s cell, threw him in, and headed for the door.
“And there’s what they’re guardin on AC. You know about the lie detector and all that.”
“I know the rumours, but that’s all they are.”
“Well, it’s your funeral, uh, I mean decision,” his friend answered and laughed.
“Ah, shut up,” mumbled the first irritably.”


OK, so what do ya think?
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