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I've written to the end of Dante's Oddysee. It ends shortly after completing his current quest. I will shortly begin work on Dante's Exoddus, the story of his return to Tastee Treets.
I will post one more chapter tonight, and post one chapter a day until all forty-four chapters are posted.
Chapter 32
The swim was long and boring. I saw no wolvarks, and I guess they didn’t see me.
I eventually reached the source of the river. It was a waterfall erupting from a hole in the side of a tall, rocky cliff. There was no way around, as the cliff extended around the end of the river, creating a cul-de-sac sort of deal. There was a little beach sort of setup at the cliff’s base. It was sandy and devoid of vegetation.
I swam to the shore and looked up. There was no way the gabbit body could go up the waterfall, and the cliff was to jagged to climb, even in the paramite body.
What to do? I was stumped, facing a cliff I would never conquer.
I settled on taking a rest. That swimming was tiring...
Maybe something would occur to me while I relaxed, watching the water flow by from the misty white crash of the waterfall. The roaring of the falls was loud, but not unpleasant. As I watched the water touch the little elevated beach I relaxed on I could almost see the kind of creatures that lived here when Oddworld was young... call it a vivid imagination, but I swore I could see
[VISION]
[i]wild, uncivilized interns darting about the shore. they climbed trees and set traps and carried branches up the side of the cliff to build shaded nests. the interns climbed the craggy rock wall with little effort. they lifted themselves up and swung up the walls with their broad hands, holding branches with their odd legs.
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Okay. Let’s try it.
I contacted Pyll, the cannibal mudokon leader, and asked him to give me the Intern power. He was pretty nonchalant, but did as he was asked.
I began chanting, and the change began immediately. My head elongated, and my mouth turned on its side and became a vertical mouth with horizontally moving jaws. My eyes became narrower, and I felt little bent antennae pop out of the top of my head. My stomach became bloated, and my chest narrowed. My arms became long and spindly, but my hands widened and my fingers (along with a fourth finger that had sprouted on each hand) began to thin and elongate. My hips bent out to the left and right at almost a ninety degree angle, and bent back inward again. My feet shrank, leaving me with stubby ends to my legs.
I had the sudden urge to hear some very loud rock music, and to put on some tight-fitting garment to cover my crotch.
No time to scout for these things! I overrode the instinct and turned my attention on the cliff.
The first instincts I had felt vanished, and I suddenly needed to build a nest on the side of that cliff, and maybe take a nap in the shade.
No good, not now. I need to get to the top... and so I began climbing.
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