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Nice story there! I like the idea with the spooce bars, and the whole fanfic was a great idea  |
Thanks!
Section II: Assault On Spooceshrub Forest
Bob loaded his Spoocebow. A Slig could be hiding anywhere if the rumors were
and an invasion was going to happen.
There was only one place that the Magog Cartel's invasion
could get through,
and that was the enterance to Big Well. With nowhere else to defend, Bob headed towards there.
As he neared Zaphenge, he had a strange feeling that someone, or something,
was watching him. He looked around, but saw nothing. Then, suddenly, an explosion boomed throughout the forest. It sounded like the explosion came
from the Big Well, so he kept running towards that site.
As he got closer, he saw BlitzPacker shells flying everywhere and Mudarchers
running around like a Meech with it's head cut off.
"Hey Bob!!!" shouted one of his tribe members, Jack.
Jack was all about the action after returning from a trip to the Mongo River, where he saw several firefights between some Steef Bounty Hunter and a few outlaws. He aspired to be like that Steef and kick the ass of all the Sligs he sees
with his 2 Spoocebows that he dual-wielded. He suffered from spontanious laughing due to spending too much time inhaling laughing gas while at Necrum Mines. He looks exactly like your normal Mudarcher, only with a Paramite tattoo on his back.
"Hey," responded Bob, "where did that explosion come from?"
Jack pointed to a Big Bro.
"That Big Bro over there has some sort of, *heavy laughing*, Bonepowder Rocket launching device," explained Jack, "The Sligs refer to it as the Mud-Sender-Flyer. And I can understand why, because when, *heavy laughing*, it detonates the mudokons go flying!"
"Damn, I guess I should be careful of that, then." responded Bob as he ran into
the firefight to unload spooce into the skulls of unsuspecting Sligs.
Meanwhile, the commander, Slig 1337 barks orders at his troops.
"Okay soldiers! We've killed enough, and need to capture some of these muds
and bring them to New Soulstorm Brewery! Sligs 1338 to 1400, start knocking out every mud you see and load them into the crates! Sligs 1401 to 1450, collect as much spooce as possible.
While the commander was barking the orders, Bob shot down a Slig, and started pilfering it's body of the neccesary supplies. While doing this, Slig 1414
snuck up behind him and knocked Bob out cold, then proceded to load him into a crate, ready to become a worker for the Magog Cartel.
To Be Continued...