Uh, Searge? I explained in chapter... 17.
And Red... YAY! I GOT 2 REPLIES! YYAAYY!! THANK YOU RED MUSE! (and the seargent of course
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So here is your reward, chapter 19!
Chapter 19
Splat
I spent 2 nights in the peace marshes, and I hope I never will again. Both nights I had dream after dream. Haunting memory after haunting memory. I woke up every half an hour gasping and sweating and wishing I could die to stop the dreams.
The Laguameacy never brought it up, but when I woke up in the night I could see him watching me, and as he talked in the day, just about random stuff, he kept hinting about it. As if I didn’t have enough to think about. Like the vastness of the marshes.
The laguateeny that had been following me seemed to like the place as much as I hated it. My guide suggested that he stayed in the marshes until he grew up and I agreed, thinking the laguateeny would not enjoy wandering endlessly through Mudos.
The Marshes were a terrible maze! Every platform had a selection of about 2 or 3 transporters, a mix of wells, teleporters, and doors. The laguameacy told me we were taking the shortest route. Three days later we’re still in there!
He told me that “There are over 100,000 platforms in the marshes. And much more over a million links between platforms. These marshes were found just before the building of the temple. No one knows where they are, I think they’re not even in Mudos. The idea is that it would take over 50 years for a person to find his way through alone.” I wasn’t about to disagree with that! I was certain that I never would have found the way through alone. Especially when I found out that the platform with the passage to the next section of the temple was as normal as all the others.
I came through a low doorway to find a platform with another doorway, a teleporter arch and a well. I looked around and noticed the laguameacy was grinning evilly at me like he was about to pull some prank that I knew nothing about. Well, almost a grin. Laguameacies have no muscles in their lips so their facial expressions contain pretty much nothing but teeth!
Well anyway, I looked around trying to spot the great joke when he said to me “Go into the well.”
That was weird, he had always gone in before me, now he was sending me in first. But still, it didn’t make much difference so I jumped in.
The first strange thing I noticed about that well was that rather then going down, across, across, across, across, up and then shooting me out, it went down, down, down, down, down, down, down, tiny bit across, up, then shot me out. The second thing I noticed was I came out, not on a marble platform in the marshes, but in a tiny marble room.
I looked around the room while I waited. The only exit was through a small hole in one of the walls. I also noticed that in places rock stuck through the marble. I decided that the room was actually stone coated in marble. Anyway, I stood there for a bit waiting for my guide, then realised that he wasn’t coming. And I realised that I was almost at my goal, the remaining masters of the laguameacy temple. And I would have to take the last step alone.
I crouched down and rolled through the tiny hole. I rolled along a short passage and dropped down about a metre in to another low passage. I rolled down that for a few metres in to a small cave.
I stood up and looked around. Just another marble-walled cavern. There was a door set in the wall high up, with a selection of ledges that formed a route towards it.
Using a complex array of jumps, flips and hoists I scaled the ledges set in the walls and made my way up to the door which snapped open as I reached it. Weird, I thought, but shrugged and entered the dark passage beyond. I headed forward, turned left in to a dark passage, headed forward again, turned left again, took a couple of steps forward, and then found myself falling through a hole in the floor of the passage!
I only fell about 3 metres (a 2D screens width) before landing hard on my back. I jumped up, stared at the object in front of me and gasped.
President Martor
Mazia stood in front of me in my office. “First thing, why is it that you were called to my office 5 days ago, and you have only just arrived?”
“I was preoccupied,” he answered.
“Just because you’ve been promoted to Master slig, it doesn’t mean you have the right to disobey us.”
I waited for an answer and then decided one wasn’t coming so I moved on to the next point. “Well what about the damage you caused to the insides of the loading shaft?”
“I was chasing the terrorist, 0784556. He kept dodging my shots, they hit the insides of the shaft.”
“Mazia, I appreciate the reasons you have for hating Splat and wanting him dead (I involuntarily glanced at his empty eye socket and missing arm) but there are better ways of getting what you want.”
“Like what?” He asked angrily.
“Like waiting till you had him cornered and then stunning him.”
“He still would have gotten away, even if I hadn’t shot him until he reached the top door.”
“Maybe if you hadn’t been trying to knock him out with maximum pain and blasted the door-”
“MAYBE IF YOU’D TOLD US HE WAS FIREPROOF-”
“HE ISN’T FIREPROOF!”
“THEN HOW DID HE SURVIVE IT?”
“HOW SHOULD I KNOW, MAYBE HE HAD BEEN EATING FIRE FLUMPS!”
Then I realised. I turned on the intercom. “Fars? Have all the vending machines in L.H+H.P. emptied. YES I AM SURE! I DON’T WANT A SINGLE CONSUMER PRODUCT AVAILABLE IN THAT WHOLE FACTORY!”
I couldn’t believe that know one had ever realised! All that time we’d been selling Soalstorm Brew and Springles, we hadn’t just been bringing in profits, we’d been aiding terrorism and escape attempts!
Well, there ya go, now I hope some other people start replyin soon. (gee could I be dropping a hint?)