Varrokski fell off the Elum. Shayde was upset because Varrokski didn't wish him a happy birthday. He was definitely leaving.
-Come back here, Shayde!
-Hey chap!
Varrokski couldn't identify where the voice was coming from. He thought that STW was dead.
-HEY! I WORK FOR MOMMA! Every day I pour the blood sweat and tears of dozens of slav- EMPLOYEES! Just to make some profits to keep des place a-FLOAT!
Varrokski thought he was losing his mind. He decided to look around him. A potoo was staring at him:
-Hello! I'm FyreFennec the potoo. Do you want to roleplay with me?
-Sorry, I don't talk to strangers. By the way, we are two different species... I can't trust you.
-Mudokons evolved from birds, you know...
-Look, I don't want to roleplay. I have other fish to fry: I must follow Abe. Bye!
FyreFennec was furious. The bird attacked him. Varrokski was getting his ass kicked. Abe was getting out of sight...
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germichlgboulg and ravkarorgeforg are two robots designed by Vykkers Labs. Punkcrash was shooting germichlgboulg, but the bullets were just bouncing off. ravkarorgeforg threw water (with fluoride) at Havok who collapsed, dying:
-Master, tell me...
Scrabaniac said to him:
-Don't worry, everything's gonna be alright!
Scrabaniac was holding his hand.
-Tell me... Will SoulStorm be a darker game?
-Of course it will!
Havok the Grubb died immediately, with a smile on his face.
Captain the Mudokon was yelling at us:
-The fault was more said to be mine than theirs because they pretend like nothing happened. Punkcrash also seems to be over other Oddworld fans. This city was really a cursed place without soul. You're all going to die!
I really don't want to die. I must get out of here. I saw Shayde. I decided to approach him. Am I only a regular slig? I decided to get on the Elum. Punkcrash, shocked, said to me:
-I've seen some dumb things in my life, but this takes the scrab cake! You're supposed to eat the elum, you know...
-See ya!
-What?! You are going to flee? Traitor! You will get executed without trial!
-Hey, who's the one in charge here? This isn't my war! I'm thirsty, I really need to drink a Soulstorm brew!
Albino fled, with Nepstock the slog at his heels.
End of chapter 7.
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