[Sal the Mudokon]

well, here's the next part of our touching, sultry, highly sexual, family-oriented tale of Sal.(ok, so its none of those things... big deal!)now we find Sal pulled between the forces of good and evil!(ok so it doesnt have that either)well its cool! READ IT!(o, and i think this one's the longest chapter yet!)


Sal's Oddysee

Chapter 6: The Plan

“So Yolkemiester, what’s been up?” asked Sal, as he lay on his back in the small room, high above the ground.
“Nothing!” screamed Yolk, “Now can I please have some sleep?!” It was very late and Yolk was getting even angrier at Sal than he did during the daytime.
“That’s cool and all, but I seem to be having a much better time here.”
“Terrific! Now shut up!”
“I mean, the Queen has already needed me to find out that we need to send a search party to a monstrosity of unknown terrors in the hopes of preventing complete horror, that could indefinitely ruin the entire community.”
Yolk lifted his head. “What?”
“Oh nothing, good night.” Yolk lay his head back down, confused. “Good night, Sal.”
The next day, Sal waited for Tom (the mudokon in charge taking Sal around the tribal grounds), but he never came. He would have asked Yolk what was going on, but he was gone.
“Hey,” thought Sal, “Maybe they’re never coming up here for me?” He looked at his shackles. They were undone! This whole time he wasn’t even tied to the wall and he was sitting there like a vegetable.
Sal walked out of the room, and down the ladder. He could have escaped into the forest, but he had heard of horrific stories of the things that inhabit them. Monstrous beasts that roar and screech unmudly noises into the night sky! Who could resist?!
Sal walked ten feet into the forest, when he noticed a small cave. Should he go in it? No! There was already a resident coming out of it. Sal ran a good 50 yards to get a closer look at the little sweetie.
“Heya lil guy!” said Sal to the small green animal, “What’s your cute little name?”
“SCREECH!” it roared to Sal.
“Well that’s a rather ODD name,” said Sal under his breath. But the little guy wasn’t saying his name, no siree! He was calling for back up! Fifty or so of the little guy’s relatives came charging out of the small cave.
“What the - ahhhh!!!” screamed Sal as he ran for his life. Sal had never run so fast in all of his life! Ahead, he saw Kel’s cave-like dwelling. As he ran in, he tripped a latch with his foot and a large stone door fell between and the cuddly demons.
“Well,” said Writh, “We thought that you’d never get here.”
“Hummidi hummidi hummidi!” screamed Sal in fear as he laid his back against the door, “M-m-m-ma-a-Monster!”
“What?” said Writh. He walked over to the wall and cranked the door up.
“What the hell are you doing?” urged Sal, “those are killers!”
“Here little guys!” yelled Writh. He pulled a piece of meat from his tunic and waved it in the air. The paramites’ heads followed it in the air. “Fetch!” He threw the meat and all of the paramites ran away.
“You know,” said Sal sarcastically, “you really are one sick mudokon.”
“Well, things are always easier to control, when controlled by things with intelligence.” Sal frowned.
In the room he could see five strong mudokons, their spears lain against the wall by the door, and behind them he saw the massive body of Kel.
“Can we stop whining and get down to business now Sal?” asked Kel.
“Yeah, just keep the finger-faces away from me and I’ll be fine!” shot back Sal. Under his breath he said, “All the little bastards belong as pies…”
“What Sal?” asked Kel.
“Oh nothing…continue.”
“Right, well, as I was saying when Mr. Sal here ran in like a scared little child…” Sal frowned again. “…The only choice that we have is to send you six out to Reama to get me that flower, understand?”
“He he, I doubt ‘oldy’ here is still strong enough to go on a big mission with yer warriors,” said Sal humorously. Writh gave an ugly glance at Sal.
“I wasn’t talking about Writh you complete idiot,” shouted Kel, “I was talking about you!”
“WHAT!?” screamed Sal.
“Yes Sal, yer the only one of us who knows anything about the more worldly things and we may encounter some sort of glukkon factory on the way.”
“What about Yolk?!”
“We spoke with him this morning and he says that fighting goes against his religious beliefs. And he told all how brave you were in the great ‘Truscade Battle’”
“What?! Yolk has no religious beliefs! I wasn’t even alive during the Truscade Battle!”
“That is not for you to decide for Yolk! Now go and pack for tomorrow.” Writh laughed… as if Sal had anything to pack. “You’ll be getting up early in the morning, so get yer rest.”
“What? How?”
“Don’t talk. Prepare.”
“Don’t I need a map or something?” Kel rolled her eyes and handed Sal a map.
“FINE! But this is one of two of our best maps so don’t lose it!”
“Okay, I won’t.” Sal walked over to the door and cranked the large boulder back to the ceiling. More than seventy-five paramites were waiting there.
“SCREECH!” Sal kicked the latch before they could attack him.
“I think I’ll take the other door, he he.”

thats all for now! stay tuned for Sal's travels! n if ya wouldn't mind... a few replies wouldn't hurt. see ya around the forums!