Well I thought I start this story and get it underway. Its takeing me longer to do the illustrations to this but I should get them done soon. So I think what I am going to do is post a chapter and then post a story board to the chapter I previously posted before. Since the work for this story is going really in depth I must take the time batween chapters doing the story board or illustrations to that chapter. So I give you Skeeb's Oddessy.
Oddworld Skeeb's Oddessy
Written by: Scrab-Meat
Illustrated by Scrab-Meat
Chapter 1
The Freak Show
It was a brisk and stormy night at the edge of the vast snowy tundra of the extreme northern part of Oddworld. This frigid place was known to Oddworldians as the land of Hellfrez. Hellfrez was a place of unspeakable cold and arctic condition. Nothing could survive the extreme cold except for the inhabitants whome have adapted to such harsh conditions. Sitting atop a huge ice canyon, was a massive structure larger than any industrial structure on Oddworld. Spewing smoke from its two great smoke stacks, the structure sat there like a massive bolder in the middle of a flat expanse. This was no factory but a holding facility for freaks, a nightmare known as a circus. Surrounding this massive circus facility was a zoo that held the most exotic creatures of Oddworld ever known, not to mention freaks. This place was the Freak Dome and home to the most hideous of Oddworld's industrial races, The Keepers.
"My name is Skeeb and I live here. But I'm in deep trouble. I guess you want to know why I'm in lots of trouble. Well to start I am no Mudokin, I'm a Swig, and a damm clever one at that. You see long ago before I ended up in this freak show, I was orphaned at birth and sent by my elders from my homeland of Brice, out to sea in a big shell boat, and ended up on the beach in a place called Mudos. When that happened the Keepers abducted me and took me to Hellfrez. But I don't remember the rest of that story. I guess my elders didn't want me because I was a freak and I guess they sold me to the Keepers. All and all I really don't remember. Anyway in case you're wondering, this place is no stronghold of Glukkons. It is owned by the Keepers, evil, ring masters who live here in the cold north. The Keepers don't care about us unfortunate souls who get violated and turned into freaks to later put on an act for the public just to stay alive. With me of course I am lucky, I'm already a freak so no messing with my phisical appearance thats for sure. But still I must put on an act once a month just to keep myself alive here at the Freak Dome. Yes the Keepers abduct the innocent, exploit them and turn them into freaks of nature to entertain Glukkons and other peoples from all over. Nobody has ever survived escaping the Keepers and their disgusting henchmen Blugs. They either freeze to death or never make it past the southern gates to Mudos. Once a poor freak gets there they are detected by the Keepers and killed. It is impossible to leave Hellfrez for this is hell frozen over.
Anyway I did something bad and I don't know if I will make it through the night. Hopefully my friends will help me get out of here. It began about a year ago when the trouble started. I was minding my own business when a whole new group of freak inmates came hurdling through the chutes into their individual cages. Since I am the only natural being here my cage was seperate from the rest. I was the star attraction to the Keeper's Greatest Show on Oddworld. I guess its because Swigs like myself can change colors in our skin to camoulflage ourselves. And I guess we look freakish enough to ooh and ah the crowed.
(Skeeb's Family of Freaks)
I can say this; the freaks that came through the chutes on this new batch were the worst of them all. There was a Mudokin with no legs, instead he had mechanical pants much like slig pants. As a matter of fact they were slig pants. There was a Gabbit with two heads, the other head was the head of a fleech, and he always wanted to eat garbage. After him came a steef with no front torso, in place of that was a fuzzle for the head and a slig's body for the torso. He had a serious case of obsessive compulsive disorder. After that three Fuzzles that seemed to be glued together came through the chute. These three seem to know how to talk in the common language. After that came a Glukkon with 15 arms. He looked very big and bulky as if he ate a lot. Who would have thought a Glukkon would end up in a freak show. I got it Lady Margaret must of had something to do with it. After that came a Paramite with the legs of a Scrab, terrific dancer he was.
Then there came a Scrab with the body of a Paramite, vicious little bugger he was. Soon after him came a Slurg that had legs, Finally there was a slog with a pair of wings.
And so this was my family I had to live with for an entire year. I am very grateful to be able to live with these guys. They became my family because I had nobody else to rely on for my escape of the Freak Dome. Just then I started to introduce myself to this new batch and gave them a run down on how everything works around here. They all seemed to be sane enough to listen to me and for some odd reason they felt extremely sorry for me, I guess because I am alien to this land and far from my homeland of Brice. As freakish as these guys were, they were as normal as anybody.
(Names and History of the Freaks)
Bass the Mudokin with the slig legs came to me and started talking about how he was never always like this. I listened to him and ever since we have become best friends. He told me about the legend of Abe the Mudokin who escaped certain death from Rupture Farms and saved countless Mudokins across Mudos in the years to follow. He told me I reminded him of Abe so I was deeply pleased by this. He said he was one of the fortunate Mudokins to escape with Abe from Rupture Farms. Throughout the years he lived well in his native villages until the Keepers came and offered him a wonderful acting job at the Freak Dome in Hellfrez. He took the offer and to his horrific surprise they captured him much like the way the Glukkons imprisoned him way back at Rupture Farms. The Keepers did horrible transformations on him. Cutting his legs off and attaching slig legs to him. I thought this was horrible and he said that if he doesn't do a good act in the show he will be sent to the grinders and made into a Mudokin Pop. I felt so sorry for him, but I cheered him up because we are in the same boat as he. He felt a little bit happier after that.
Soon the others started talking to me about their situations and I sat there and listened to them speak individually about their problems.
I introduced you to Bass; he is that Mudokin with the slig legs. Now the Gabbit with the one head of a Fleech is named Noom. Spite of his problems eating garbage, he is as normal as anyone here, only a victim to the relentless, lying, corrupt seduction of the Keepers. His fate was a little different than that of Bass. Noom was an offspring from Munch, the last Gabbit in existence. He said he came from the can of Gabbiar that Munch took from the Vykkers. He is grateful that the gabbit nation is starting to grow again thanks to Munch. But one day Noom was swimming up stream and ended up taking short cut through some deep sewer passage to get to Ma Spa. Unfortunately, as he was swimming through the sewers he came across a colony of Fleeches. They started flicking their tongues at him and suddenly without notice; once again the Keepers were scouting out the sewers and suddenly abducted him and a single Fleech. They took them to Hellfrez and the Freak Dome and sent them to the transformation chambers to be turned into a freak. The Keepers did horrible things to him. They started sewing on the top half of the Fleech to his left shoulder. Then they gave him some sort of medication purchased from the Vykkers to make him have a huge appetite for garbage. This medication was meant for animals to act like vacuum cleaners to clean up waste left by the animals in the zoos of the Freak Dome.
They stated if you don't do a good act you will die.
Noom became depressed and now he has a dilemma much like all of us. I cheered him up and said its ok we will get out of here.
Now Noom and Bass became close after that but as for the Steef, his story was a little different. This guy if anything has the worse problem of them all. His name is Clemons. In his normal life as a Steef he had past problems dealing with an obsession compulsive disorder which ultimately got him in lots of trouble with many inhabitants down south especially Clackerz. You see a couple of months back supposedly there was another Steef who went by the name Stranger who was a bounty hunter capturing Outlaws in the area. Soon this Stranger guy reveled himself to be a Steef. He was in hideing do to an excessive hunting of Steefs in the area. Right after the incident at Sekto Springs Dam another Steef came in the area and the Clackerz arrested him thinking he was Stranger. Of course he testified to be Clemons but they didn't believe him, so they gave him over some Keepers that were in the area scouting out for new victims. The Keepers knocked him out and turned him into a a half fuzzle, slig, and steef creature. Clemons doesn't talk talk much but some say he can communicate through his obsession compulsive disorder. All we know is that he faces the same threat as the rest of us do. He will die if he doesn't put on a good act.
Now the three glued fuzzles were simply a simple case. They go by no name. They said most of their transformations was done by the Vykkers. The Keepers bought them off of the Vykkers and also said that they will be part of the act and if they don't do well they will surely die. And thats all I got to say about them.
Now Slaslic the Glukkon with 15 arms was a short story as well. Slaslic owned one of the most prosperous companies within the Magog Cartel. His company was called Slasco, an off shore oil company that made billions. His moolah was beyond Glockstar Status. Well just ever so slightly beyond glockstar status. Slaslic and his company Slasco goofed up too many times causeing a major shut down of his facility due to increased employee deaths and low profits. He became so bad that Lady Margaret personally had him shipped off to Hellfrez and the Freak Dome so the Keepers can make him into the laughing stock of Oddworld. The Keepers took him in and decided to give this poor Gluk 15 arms to become an acrobat in the freak circus. Slaslic did not like the idea of 15 arms but the Keepers did this on their own will. They began sewing the 15 Gluk arms to his body and gave him a large suit to keep himself warm at night. He is rather a bulky looking gluk with a black suit. The Keepers gave him the same fate the rest of us have. If he goofs up he will die as well.
Now I introduced you to Bass, Noom, Clemons, the Fuzzles, and Slaslic. These guys were freaks of nature but they were as normal as normal can be. there were others who came through those chutes but they were just animals that couldn't talk at all. There was a Slurg with legs, a Paramite with the head of a scrab, a scrab with the body of a paramite, and a slog with a pair of wings. All of these guys were speechless. So I considered them my pets of my family of freaks.
Now as you can see Bass, Noom, Clemons, the Fuzzles, Slaslic, and the 4 animal freaks plus myself as the natural freak made up my family. We were called by the Keepers "The Freak Show," and if we all goofed up too many times in our acts we would all face certain death.
Now that I have introduced you to my family, let me tell you my amazeing tale that lasted for so long. I must tell you this tale just so I am sane enough to last the night. Odd help me! I wish my family would come and rescue me! Oh well I sit here among the shadows waiting for master Keeper to come and take me away. As I said before if we don't act well here at the Freak Dome we will surely die. But as for myself and my family of freaks, we didn't at all, we escaped and that calls for capitol punishment. But I am the only one left facing such punishment from the Keepers, Let me tell this story so I don't bore you to death.
I sit here in the shadows of my cage waiting for death, as my family of freaks, so far out there in the Oddworld's depth. I'm alone and scared with nowhere to go, it's so cold out there I think it may snow. I may freeze to death in such harsh conditions, but if my family of freaks can make it, then I must get to the bridges. Now this is my story and I am finished talking in rhyme, I must get to this tale and get to the grind. And such I am a Swig from far away; I helped my freaks and showed them the way.
My name is Skeeb, and I am a Swig, and this is my oddessy, and that is the swift gig. So help me get out of here so I may spare the time, a Swig I am, that is my kind!
Oddworld Skeeb's
Oddessy
THE FREAK SHOW!