[paramiteabe]

"Oh, I am truely sorry if I startled you but my name is Blarg and I am the only Loken in existence unfortunately. We Lokens were a prosperous race whome dwelled in the land of Lok. Us Lokens were once looked upon as being the creaters of new lands. It is so because of our powers we possess. I am able to control the elements of nature and the ability to teleport at will which are the building blocks of recreateing new lands. But that my friends was eons ago. We Lokens live to be 900 million years old. And I am 20 million years old. I was orphaned at birth and my lands were destroyed and taken by the sea 20 million years ago in a time you would call Prehistoric Oddworld. After that event the Lokens were lost forever. In a last attempt to save the race I was at birth, put in a shell and quickly pushed out to sea for many years until I reached Mudos by chance. I wondered into the land you call Scrabania and lived the rest of my childhood underground in a crevas learning primatively.

Then chance happened and I was discovered by Mudokons and kidnapped by disgusting creatures you call Vykkers. Since then I knew I needed a new place to live and now I live on an un named island off the shores of Mudos in a Valley I call "Paramite Valley"

But there are other prehistoric races like myself whome live there with me. Other members of different ancient prehistoric races that too were orphaned at birth in the great extinction of prehistoric Oddworld. I watch over them as their king and guardian. My mudokon friends I the creature Blarg belong to the society of the orphans. The one thing that is common among the races of prehistoric times is that we possess most unusally long life spans. That is why I still am alive today.

That is my story and just reciently I came upon one of your people stranded on my beach sick and overtaken by a serious disease called "Purvis!" This disease is as old as I am. It can wipe out entire lands if not delt with. the Cure no longer exist. I come here to seek Alf for assistance. I am on a quest to find a new cure and I need to head north into the arctic I must talk with Alf about this. He possess a small key I gave him years ago when I was discovered. Yes Alf was one of the Mudokons whome discovered me. We dident know what this key was for but I told Alf to hold it for me and to keep it secret. If my theory is correct the key will open the gates to lost Prehistoric Oddworld. If that is correct I will be able to find the cure and finally return to where I belong along with my other orphans."