Chapter Five: The Archer
Here is the conclusion to chapter five. Short you say? Well what would you rather read about? A peaceful trek from the Spooceshrub Forest, or the bloody adventures of a tomahawker? I thought so.
Part Two:
The world was teeming with life. Or was it the other way around? Lam watched the birds fly through the tree tops. It was such a lovely day. She sat down cross legged and closed her eyes. Spooce entered every vein in her body, enriching it, purifying it. This was the true Oddworld. The natural world. No Magog Cartel factory stood within miles.
If only the industrialists would realize the pain they were causing the planet. And all to please the selfish khanzumerz. It had to stop. Someone had to do something.
If only what was said about Abe was true. Could he really shut down the glukkons. And if rumor was correct he now had the help of a Gabbit, scores of fuzzles and the mudokons of the Monsaic Lines. She was on her way now to visit the legendary shaman, Big Face of the Monsaic mudokons. She wanted to help Abe in whatever way possible. Perhaps her skill with a spoocebow could be put to use. She rarely missed even the toughest of targets. She could help Abe reclaim what belonged to every wild creature, the natural wilderness which the glukkons had stolen.
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