it was a foggy ningt in the swampforest Yavion on Oddworld. Night creatures where grunting and croing, sending a spooky chill down any spine of any creature that happend to be awake.
Crosh, a Mudokon warrior that now lived in the thickest area of the forest, was walking through the thick blackish sludge that covered any clear spot that life tried to conquer. He was carrying a long stick with a thin blade ant the end, and sharp teath hanging of it, as dekaration. He had thick leather boots on, that you can easaly see they were well used.
Crosh was going to hunt for food now. He stopped to listen, then he heard a unusual sound... like footsteps. Only unlike any he had heard before in theese woods.
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