[sliguy101]

When I came up with this idea for a fan fiction, I thought it was quite the creative one. The story will not be divided into chapter, but journal entries. Meet Buckwheat, a steef that was back in the old years of Oddworld, where a big war was raged between the steef tribe and the mudokkon tribe. How will the war end, and at what cost? Read this fan fiction for yourself.

Buckwheat's Jornal
By-Sliguy101

2/21
Years past-234

I can't believe our chief gave us these stuid journals to express our so called 'feelings'. We don't have feelings! We are warriors in a war that is desprate to us. This war decides our fate! Well, I guess I'll have to live with this dumb journal for the rest of my life.
The darn mudokkons are capturing all our men and roasting them over an open fire. They're insane! When they run out of rations, they just capture our men and eat them! I feel like I could just shoot them at first glace. But I just had to have the position as a scout. The chief said that I wasn't qualified to be a soldier because I kept flunking the tests. I could have sworn I passed them! Maybe he might be up to something.
We should be lucky that we're receiving ammo and guns from the sligs. It seems that they wanna help us. That gives us an advantage, but the mudokkons have learn a new kind of magic from this mudokkon that wears a huge mask. They him the Big Face. I think it's a stupid name, but if I told him that right in his face he would absolutely KILL me.
Enough about the war, let me tell a little bit about myself. My name is Buckwheat. I am young, about 26 years to be exact. I have never held a gun before, and I always have a desprate need to do so. It would be even better if I could shoot it at a mudokkon. But I have to follow the cheif's rules. I think he is the one who'll be shot.
My mother was a nurse for a few wars, and the retired at only the age of 54. My father was my rolemodel, because he was one of the best soldiers in Oddworld. He died when he was 30 because he stepped on a land mine. I hope to be just like him one day. It was lucky for him that he wasn't a scout, because he aced all the tests.
Hey, I think I'm goanna like this journal after all.