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Ok this is the first time I have ever done an RPG here so I hope I am doing this right.

The story begins in a small magog town at night on the outskirts of Scrabania where a bar fight batween a Big Bro and a regular slig is breaking out over who has the best Glukkon franchise. The fight just goes on and on as this entire bar is filled with many species from all over Oddworld. Pretty much everyone is like drunk. So the fight is kind of un noticeable. Nobody really cares and everyone just goes about there business. There are even Mudokins among the different races. Its all industrial and natural worlds mixed together just cerrying on with one another. For this a time where the two worlds are trying to co exist with one another but are still finding it difficult. At the same time my character from my first fanfic Blarg stumbles into the bar and orders himself a drink of some brew. Hes mysterous looking and is covered with a hooded cloak to conceal himself from industrials since he knows he is wanted by them from previeous encounters. Nobody really notices him. He is well concealed under his cloak that he just looks like a typical commoner.

Ok thats the breaf preview heres the story. I need everybody who would like to join this come and join. This can really turn into something awesome.

Oddworld A Quest

"Bar tender give me a Brew!" said Blarg

"Sure thing stranger! Say I never seen you around here before. Are you new in town?" asked the bar tender.

"I just came from the North. I guess you can say I am new!

Blarg turned around at the fight with the Big Bro and asked.

"What happened?"

"Ah those two been at it all night! The Big Bro over there thinks he works for the best Glukkon around and the little one doesn't agree. I tell ya they are messing up my bar and are causeing my custumers to leave. Times our just not like what they used to be my strange friend. I remember the days when life around here was just enjoyable now I just don't see that anymore." explaned the bar tender.

"Well thanks for the brew I must be going now." said Blarg

"Oh that will 3 Moolah."

"Oh ok here!"

"My oh my where did you get all that Moolah?" asked the Bar Tender.

"Oh this its only 100 moolah its not much."

"Well around here a hundred moolah is considered rich!"

"You guys must really be poor to think that."

"Its all we got around here well take care my fellow stranger!"

Meanwhile as Blarg slipped out of the bar as a bunch of slig shooters came storming in."


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