The paramite catcher
Hi and welcome to my fan fic! Hope it isn't too bad...
Sligs and Slogs may break you're bones but a Paramite will eat you...
This is what I thought as I stood on a crumbling ledge and below that crubling ledge were two yellow ravenous hungry Paramites just waiting to kill me. I stepped back as the rocks of the ledge started to fall down onto the ground. I was on the very last bit of the ledge with two drooling Paramites hissing at me from the bottom. Why did I make a plan? I thought. What led me into this? I suppose since it's obviously my last few moments it will be safe to tell you.
It all started in the Mudokkon temples...
I had been born into a proud colony of native Mudokkons who were living just outside the temples in a lush villiage surrounded by forests. If only we knew what was outside our peaceful world. No Mudokkon had ever ventured outside our world. As it was peaceful here. If only it had kept like that. It was when I was 19 and was chanting peacefully when suddenly I heard a strange mechanical sound, that of which I had never heard of before. When I heard gunshots and the scream of death I knew something was wrong. I fled the terrible noises and ran deeper into the temples. I ran across the stone floor watching the giant statues as if they were guiding me. But the noises came nearer and nearer and soon I simply turned and saw my fate. It was a terrible slug creature with mechanical legs. It held a gun to me. It was a slig from Aparta Meat plant. It came over to me and lifted its arm above me and started smashing me into the stone ground. Pain rushed through my body. Then the slig forced me to stand up and threatened me with a gun. That was when I saw my father who creeped up behind the Slig. When my brave father was about to use a rock to smash the slig's head open the Slig immediately span round. He shot his gun and blood came out of my father's chest and he fell dead and turned into nothing but a pile of ash. It went all downhill from there...
OK! Thats the beginning! Some comments would be nice good or bad.
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Just when you think that damn Paramite catcher is gone, poof, he pops up again.
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