Yea I was kinda rushed. Sorry about that. Also sorry about not updating in a while. Ah the hell with it let's see what'll happen to Jobe.
OH and Happy Crhistmas, Merry New Year!
ch.22: Chapter titles are for the weak....
As Jobe left the village he kept his eyes open. His nerves were at a high peak, and he was ready for anything. Of course he was kind of distatracted by the noisy bugs surrounding him. "Uh get away from me." Said Jobe annoyingly as he was swatting them away with his hands.
"Okay Roit said I should watch out for....A cave to my left...Man but all I see to my left for now are some weeds, and it's not ending as I look farther." Jobe sighed in annoyance. He never liked long trips that involved his legs. This was also the first time he was in a prairie like wildlife alone.
"Wait just a tic." Jobe thought to himself suddenly. "When was the last time I oiled my pants?" At that same time (well waddya know?) his pants started making strange sounds and such. "Uh!" Jobe grunted as he started hearing the annoying shrieks of dry metal. "This is definatly gonna blow my cover away....Hmm well the river I should see after turning right will do fine I guess."
Jobe started to feel nervous. "If I ever turn right. This weed patch seems to go on forever." Jobe heard some rustling and suddenly pulled out a crossbow made just for him. "Who's there? I have fuzzles and I ain't afraid to use em."
"Hehehe we got a new ugly face around here boys." Said a voice within the weed. Jobe saw a figure rise out of the plants, and saw something hideous. It was very very fat, it's lower jaw was way bigger than it's upper, and he sure ain't no wolavrk.
"What in the world are you? Some kind of fat wolvark but a lower class?" Said Jobe as he was staring at the...thing. "Well I should be asking the same question to you too boy!" Said the thing as a response. "We never had any slurg, fleech whatever your upper body is in messed up mechanical pants before!"
Jobe replied comediacly. "I'm a slig buddy." "A slig!? Hahahaha! Woo baby what a name! Oh man what the hells a slig!?" Jobe raised his crossbow in front of the creature. "Your worst nightmare."
Jobe fired 10 fuzzles at the outlaw and watched in joy as he squirmed. 5 minutes later the creature stood up, and was PISSED. "Listen here buddy! I am the most awesome outlaw there is in western mudos for a while now! And I am not getting beat up, by a green piece of cra[ in panties!" "Will people stop saying that about my pants already?..." Jobe thought to himself.
The thing (Do you want me to just call him an outlaw?) whistled at a high tone. Out of the weeds came other creatures just like him (Except less ugly). Some had dart guns, other had maces for hands, and others were snipers. "Okay boys! This thing pissed of Murkey majigal! Now it's time to have him pay the price!"
END OF CHAPTER MADE ON CHRISTMAS
No comment here.