[mudling]

ok, so i havn't made up a decient name but i will. this is just the beggining and i will make things up as i go, see ya!

Chapter 1
I truged through the deserted village, looking for a sign of life, but there was none. I crawed back through the wall of fallen items and found 5 sligs. I told them there was nothing left. We set up camp upon a hill side where a thriving modukon farm once stood, now there was nothing. We found a meep and killed it, it was the only food we had had for a while.

It had all started when the grubbs made a truce with a tribe of wolvarks, forcing the clakkerz and outlaws to run for their lives. This had brought huge colonies of outlaws to come down towards the local mudokon villages and caused them to destroy everything. The glukkons senced the extinction of the mudokons and sent sligs to their rescue. One band of sligs had to come with me, I was the modukon guide, finding their slaves and my brothers. We were looking for as much mokukons as possible and a few goodies on the way.

Suddenly, the sligs screamed and pointed towards the hills in the distance, a herd of scrabs was charging into another herd of parrimites, beside them were painted grubbs. I realised we had strayed to far off track, we had to turn around, but it was too late. The grubbs had seen us, and they were coming. We all pelted off towards the mountains, there was another village on the way. A spear scrapped the side of my foot, leaking blood. The slogs senced this, as they were trained to. They new it was time to get revenge. Bursting out of thudder’s bag, they raced towards the grubbs. It was terrible; they were supposed to be for more competition, not a bunch of grubbs. Then I wondered what was expected, what dangers laid forward. I persuaded bonezy to chuck a precious grenade, then we ran through the river and into a forrest. The grubbs were too slow, and they had a compition to watch, the destiny relied on it.