[GlacierDragon]

yes the story is inspiring , but actually the picture hasn't got anything to do with oddworld, it's just some kind of homework xD , but I can upload it though, soon there are holidays and I'll start drawing again, I planned to upload some non-OW art anyways then I can upload it too... but it's just clouds, light and shadow...

anyways good chapter!

Thanks. Even if that picture isn't Oddworld-related, I still look forward to seeing it.

Those funky smiles are always lookin' at me....
Harhar, attack by suitcase! LOL

Suitcases are dangerous when in the wrong hands...

Incidently I love warm water.


Nice new chapter. I want the next chapter.

You... like warm water? *shudders*

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Chapter 7: Trickery

The lead Slig scanned the crowd with his keen vision. There weren’t many Chroniclers to be seen, so the one they were looking for shouldn’t be too difficult to find. For a while he ignored his colleges, who were arguing about whose fault it was that they’d lost their target, but before long he couldn’t take any more of their croaky voices so he smacked each of them on the tops of their heads to tell them to shut up. They got the message and fell silent, ashamed looks on their faces.

He was about to give up, even though he knew his superiors would be angry, when he saw something. It was a Chronicler, no doubt about that, but it was wearing the same coat as the one they were chasing. A sneaky smile forming on his face, the lead Slig motioned to the others to follow as he made his way towards it.

Using a single hand movement, he signalled to the others to spread out around the crowd in order to trap their target. The Slig awkwardly pushed his way through the throng, showing his badge to those who objected. Most of the creatures were taller than him, which meant his form would be hidden, aiding him in sneaking up on the Chronicler. He neared the criminal, reaching for his baton.

The Chronicler suddenly turned to face him, and the Slig jerked in surprise and confusion. It stared at him with worried eyes, fearful it had done something wrong.

The Slig frowned. It wasn’t the guy they were after.

Angry at himself for being so stupid, the Slig muttered a quick apology to the perplexed Chronicler and retreated from the crowd, meeting back up with his colleges in no more than several seconds. All at once they questioned him about what had happened and why they weren’t detaining the Chronicler, but their enquiries were waved away with a gesture and an angry glance.

The Sligs began afresh their search, splitting up into pairs so they could cover a wider area in a shorter amount of time.

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Chad sighed, forcing out an unsteady laugh. He’d given his coat to the first Chronicler he’d come across, saying that by accepting it he was helping bacterial and viral research into threatening diseases. He couldn’t understand why the Chronicler had believed him. His story had been made up on the spot, and was weak at best. Maybe he was just very gullible, Chad decided.

He also couldn’t believe the Sligs had fallen for his trick. But instead of pondering their obvious stupidity he pushed it from his mind and focused on more important matters. He was crouched in a small ally, invisible to everyone thanks to the shadows, which were getting darker by the minute due to a thick veil of cloud creeping across the sky. By the looks of things it was going to rain. Again.

Chad shivered without his coat. He still had his suitcase, which was dented from the collision with the Slig. The palms of his hands were grazed from when he’d tripped, but he paid little attention to the steady stinging sensation.

Standing slowly, he slipped away from the crowd and further into the ally. The noise ebbed away behind him, which made him feel more comfortable. He sighed again, sadness enveloping his mind along with his longing for his anti-depressants. If only I hadn’t left them behind…

Soon the ally widened and opened up on a smaller, less occupied street. Only a wire fence blocked Chad from it, and he nimbly climbed over. His feet touched the ground on the other side with a quiet pattering sound. He glanced around cautiously. There wasn’t any sign of life, which he was thankful of. He began to travel left down the street, not wanting to go in the direction of those Sligs.

For ten minutes he walked, sure he was alone. But after that time a growing sense of being watched came upon him. He slowed, looking around uneasily. From what he could see, he was the only one there.

Without warning, a loud BANG rang in Chad’s ears, making him flinch violently. This was followed by a sharp pain in the middle of his back. Before he knew what was going on a weight was pressing down on his brain, subduing his senses. His limbs became very heavy and difficult to move, and a longing to close his eyes and sleep overpowered him. The last thing he saw was the roadside rushing up to meet him.