Note: this fanfic will probably go against oddworld history, so don't critisize if it does.
Hello, my name is Low. Although I don't really know if it is. It was meerly the name I gave myself when awoke that day, lying down in a ditch, the first word that came to me was Low, so I called myself Low, not really knowing why.
On this particular day, I was lost. Not lost like I usually was, whenever I blacked out and had to run to catch up to the herd.
I was out for some time, I had lost the scent of those I knew completly, although I knew they would never have waited for me.
This brings up another point. I am a meech. How I even know that word, I dont know. Other than the ditch that my memory extended to, all I remember was following my herd. I say my herd, although if you could speak with them they would think otherwise.I dont look like the others, Im too big for a meech, for on matter, and Im not as agressive as them. I just followed them, like a lost fish following the wrong school.
What complicates the matter to the point were it agonizes me, I can talk. I have never had a conversation before, I usually just talked to the world in general, not truly knowing the meaning of what i am saying.
So know I was lost. The herd was ancient history now. Not knowing what to do I sniffed the air again. Kintos. I meandered
off in the direction of the scent, talking quietly to the world about what to do...
So whadda ya think so far?
