[Slaveless]

OOC: Wow, I leave you guys for only a little bit, and a lot has happened. Oh well, I read all of it and I sort of understand.

And Slurp isn't entirely dead. Slurp 2 may have been dead, but Slurp 1 is still alive.

IC: Sindera was highly angry that her plan had not worked out. She blasted many hurtful curses into the air, and finally her earphones starting ringing. They only did that when her office was getting a call.

She decided that what ever the boss had to say, must be important. Grumbling that she had not caught 'Eddy', Sindera ran toward her Mug. That Scrab would end his life soon, no matter what it takes.

When at last she reached her Mug, she saw that the village was destoried completely. Or at least, just the shelter. She was proud that she sent those Sligs into combat.

After her proud moment, she saw that her pager had recorded a message of Gillik. She turned it on a listened to the message. Obvoiusly, he had captured some Mudokons, but where? She wasn't around here when Gillik dropped the net. Sindera grabbed her messenger and transfered it to Gillik. She said, "Sir, where exactly are these Scrubs? I have been trying to kill some Scrab a little earlier ago, and where did throw your net?"
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Slurp 1's unconscious sleep continued for quite a while. It was any ordinary sleep, except that it didn't end the same way. Instead of a black, senseless dream, there was green environment. It had seemed like that the statues around him resembled Mystic Walk men warriors. He also sensed that there was many steps leading upward into a special platform. Slurp slithered up to the platform, and suddenly something amazing happened.

Slurp could sense that there was some rough wind blowing toward the side of his face. The wind almost seemed to collect into large, albino Scrab form before him. The Scrab acted really odd, for he moved his mouth in a way a Scrab would not move it's mouth. It said in a way Slurp could understand, "Welcome Slurp. At long last, I have met you in person."

Slurp was frightened by the Scrab's ability to know what his true name was, his ability to know how he spoke, and his ability to know that he would meet him. He screeched at Scrab and tried to throw his tounge at the Scrab. Not in his luck, he remembered that he didn't have his tounge any more. Instead trying to kill him, Slurp screeched in his language, "What the Big Red is going on?! How do you know me!?"

The Scrab sighed and it's form changed into a Mudokon's. After a few seconds, the Scrab returned into his form and said, "I know you through a Mudokon prochecy. I'm spirit, who is immortal and I know everything that has been going on in this land. You are special Slurp, for this land will be saved by several heros. You are one of them."

"Let me go into depth of this story. At the beginning, many many Oddworld cycles ago, there were few Fleeches. However, your home, the mine that we may call, was full of explosive matter. And those Walk men, Sligs and Glukkons are their real names, wanted them so badly. They drove Mystic Walk men, who are Mudokons like I, into mining in it. The Mudokons health was not cared for, and many of them died. Through sickness and explosions. The ones who were free, tried to save them, but were murdered by the Sligs. Only two had ever successfully returned in one piece, and with others. I was one of them. But even as a hero, I could not save all of them. I could not end the Glukkon's mining reign."

"And so the Mudokons fought for a very long time. It was so long, my life had nearly ended by the time we stopped. It seemed useless to continue. We had tried everything. We built great, big machniery to make storms to flood the mine, but it was no use. The Sligs had built gates around the mine, that was bigger than the height of the sky. They seemed to get stronger every time we attacked. Yet, one day, a Mudokon of our's found newly written information by the gods.

It said that our terror would end we just learned to find the others in the land. We were highly confused. The tribe I was in was the only set of natives we had. But at last, we understood. The people that could help us, were the ones Glukkons hunted. Scrabs, Paramites, and Slegs could help rage revenge.

It took some time to come to understanding. We pleade for their help, but they ignored our pleade and ate us like you do to us. However, I was the first make peace. What we needed was not weapons, not talking, but friendship. I gained that very thing with a strange Scrab, that had lived for a long time, longer than I had. Once we came to understanding, his enormus concregation followed him into attack. He also convinced the Paramites and Slegs to help.

Once we all attacked, we destoried their walls, and killed the men who treated us like Slurgs. We elimated them, and saved our kind. The Mudokons thanked them for their help and we made the ones who died into statues, so they will live forever. The ones who were heros were made into statues that were as big as the warriors beside me."

Slurp sensed behond the Scrab to find hundreds and hundreds of statues of indivisal Scrabs, Paramites, and Slegs. Slurp thought that this was a really great story to tell later, but yet he had to ask, "What those this have to do with me?"

The Scrab grinned. He continued, "There's a second part. After that war, the only Glukkon alive escaped before we could kill him. He told his mother what had happened and she demanded that, that land must be destoried. However, this land survived much longer, for none of the Glukkons could afford rebuilding the mine.

But yet, the gods said that leaving one of the Glukkons alive was a bad decision. They said that there will be a day where the Glukkons would return, and we wouldn't be there to protect them. They were right. I died, along with everyone I knew in land. However, the gods knew that land would once again be saved by both wildlife and natives.

When I returned in spirit form, I have been watching what the gods have been saying. And you are destined to help end this terror. However, like the Mudokon savior, you are to die, but to return as a hero. Like now, your Sleg self has been connected to another body. You are broken, with no weapons. But yet, if you find your other self, I will make you one again. There are others yet to see me, like your friend Shryke. He may not be the Shrykull, but he is destined for great things as well.

Yet there are others you need to find as well. There is a water birth Scrab, who is the long lost desedent of the peace Scrab. He is to also to give Mudokons hope in defeating the Industerials and defeat the brute Sindera or even heal her. He has faced your Sleg self, so if you ask him of this, you can find him. There also Mudokons who will make the first rebellion.

But, now, focus on your own destiny. Still, do not ignore the other saviors. They need to speak to me also, and if they encounter you, they most likely will have a vision as well."

The Scrab, the environment all started to disinpate with the rough wind. Slurp had one more question to ask and he knew it may never get answered. He screeched, "But how? How will I return to normal?!"

The Scrab's left side was the only thing left now, and it said, "Your first step is to find the one who made you in two." And suddenly, everything was gone.

Slurp awoke from his dream, trying to figure out his vision. What had made him in two? But for now, he sensed Shryke. He horsely screeched to him, "Your name... is Shryke..."