[Sylvia]

Hi. It's been awhile since I did a fic. Also, I was inspired by the wierdest thing: my U.S. History class! Here it is.

It has been a long time since the war between Scrabania and Mudanchee started. It has been so long, in fact, that no one remembers what they were fighting for. Was it a dispute over which breeding ground was better? which inhabitants are stronger? The fighters don't know. They just go on killing each other, without a clue as to why. It is the first time, not counting before the Glukkons and Sligs became industrialized, that Scrabs have teamed up for a common cause. That cause, however, is a civil war between the two Scrab nesting/breeding grounds. All breeds of Scrab are united. Among them are the common Scrab (which we all know from the games), the AquaScrab, the Arctic Scrab, and another breed. This other breed is not very well-known, but they fight, too. They are the night duty. They are the NoctoScrabs, graceful rulers of the night forest.

Carobrite walked slowly among the Scrab bodies. One Scrab's legs had been torn off in battle. Another Scrab's severed head still had the shaman head wear; a Scrab trying to save lives had his or her own life taken. Carobrite wasn't on duty; in fact, nobody was. It was that time between the afternoon and night, the time when everyone was asleep. She made sure to sneak behind the mud and clay shelters, so as to avoid being caught by the embalmer Scrabs. Carobrite knew that they wouldn't reach the area she was in until she was miles away. This time period was the safest time for the embalmer Scrabs to work, since no one is awake to mistake them for the enemy. Carobrite safely sneaked into the woods, where she took a sharp turn and came across a line of Paramites. "Wait!" they all chirped. "What's the password?" To any other Scrab, it would sound like mindless chattering. However, Carobrite had studied the language of Paramites. "No Evil Coward Rallies Upset Mudokons," Carobrite chirped back. The line of Paramites parted, and Carobrite stepped through. A handsome black Arctic Scrab stood waiting for her. "Are you sure you want to do this? If we get caught..." he trailed off. "Daknar, don't give me a choice," Carobrite said. "I'm sick of this war. Remember, we studied the language of every species on Oddworld, so we can communicate with anyone." "Okay, okay," Daknar replied. "Let's just get out of here before the commanding officer notices that we're missing." "You mean our commanding officers, right?" Carobrite said. She was lucky to have found someone on the other side who hated the war as much as she did.

Well, that's all I can think of for now.