[OddjobAbe]

I've started a new fan fiction, basically exploring what would happen if the industrialists were to get the upper hand on nature. You want to know the title? Look in the title of the thread, that the story's title. I've set this in a similar style to Alf_Shall_Rise's second fanfic, but only the idea about the dates on which the events happened. I just thought the date from the top of my head, don't think it to be accurate. It's probably nowhere near accurate.

Please note that the following chapter is a promotion, and some events in it may not feature in the end product, especially not the part with the Slig. That was used to end the promo.
Feedback would be appreciated.


ODDWORLD:
How the Land-Muggers beat the Tree-Huggers
PART ONE
The Previous World

November 11th, 1084

Once, Mudos was a place of bliss. There was no industrial facilities, no inbred monsters, no evil. Everything was peaceful. That’s what’s missing from Mudos in it’s present day; peace.
The native Mudokons were able to communicate with wildlife without being eaten. The Mudokons made nutrients available, so the Scrabs, Paramites, Meeches and any other wildlife didn’t have to feed on the first slow-moving bag of bones and meat that came into sight.
Native and wildlife settlements could be left standing without the invasion of industrial troops who would build atop the land with industrial facilities. The air was clean. The river was kept fresh and pure, and was able to be used as a source of decent drinking water. Other parts of the river could be used to clean or relax in. Where was all that now? Dead. Dirty. Made filthy by the industrialists who raided the poor native and wildlife land. But why? Why did the industrials take the lands? Why did they need profit and wealth? The wildlife and natives got on just fine without all this. The most important question is how this all happened. How did the industrialist come to the native lands? How did the Wildlife become a food source for the industrialists? How did the natives cope with the slaughter and treachery that these notorious industrial weasels committed? Most importantly; how did all this peace get turned upside down and converted into filth and villainy? There is an explanation, but it is not all that simple.

Castella lie in the shadow of tranquillity, gazing into the reflection which resembled himself, on which the blazing sun shone down one and shimmered across the lake. The distant sounds of light, every-day tasks of the Mudokon tribes could be faintly hear, while the echo of Hum birds could be more clearly heard closer, up in the trees that towered high above Castella. Castella’s thirst had got the better of him – he leaned forward and cupped his hands, ready to plunge them into the lake and fill them with the fresh, cleansing touch of cool water. As he did this, the shimmering pattern of peace that lie motionless in the water was disturbed by the ripples caused by the four fingers of which were now filled with the fresh water. Castella plunged his beak-like mouth into the curved palms of his hands, then rapidly lapped the water up into his mouth and down his throat. The water was a lot more than satisfactory. Castella took several more handfuls of water, then gulped it all down in one. Insatiable, it seemed Castella was.
The skies began to darken. Nightfall was approaching. The rustle of trees swaying in the wind became more distinct, as the breeze would pick up a lot more come the evening. Another fifteen minutes, and Castella would set off back to his home. He needed to meet up with Ferrald and Sparline before ten-o-clock. He pulled his centimetre-thick blanket around him more tightly, feeling the breeze starting to pick up. The Mudokon settlement was a fabulous area for quiet and tranquillity. Not even in the daytime did things get busy, at least not for now, anyway. Castella picked himself up from the floor. As he was about to turn his back to the lake, he heard distant explosions. Then gunshots. Then even more, powerful explosions. Fiery images reflected in the lake, a picture that once resembled peace and quietness now resembled evil and danger. Suddenly, out of the blue, a disgusting creature covered in slimy scales approached. It wielded a gun, and also stood at a similar hight as Castella, mostly because of it’s mechanical legs and thighs. It raised it’s gun at Castella, threatening him with the end of it’s barrel. Castella believed that now all hope was gone… this was truly the end…