This will probably be crap
but It'll hopefully improve.
My name is Jim and to just about everyone else I'm just another Mudokon Slave. For the last Two months I've been on the run from the Glukkons. I'm probably boring you already but this is my story so I may as well get on with it.
My whole life changed for good on my first day at SoulStorm Brewery, I had been moved from Rupture Farms because of the rapid dissapearance of slaves. Unfortunately I was the only Mudokon that survived the destruction of Rupture Farms, The hundredth Mud that Abe Failed to save.
On the first Day of work I was paired with an older Mud called Rob, soon we were best friends. He showed me the ropes, how to clean the rust off slig guns, how to work a floor Waxer, ECT.
A few hours passed and I began to think that working here wouldn't be so bad after all, but this was far from the truth as within the hour things were about to take a turn for the worst.
Ok that was crap! If you want me to continue please say so!
