Qest's Saga part 1-The Oddworld Delerium
This is the first of five parts of the series "Qest's Saga." Qest is a steef. Well, he is a weak and worthless steef. He is Stranger's brother. Qest had known that his own brother could always win in a fight. One day, his life had completely changed. This is his story:
My name is Qest. When you first look at me, you're going to notice one thing at first glace. I am weak and worthless. I may be the brother of Stranger, but nobody seemed to care. But that was back in my past, which was a while ago. My story went like this.
I was sitting beside my small dumpster, watching the citizens go by. I was just waiting for one of them to insult me, but they didn't. Maybe every once in a while they would, and it happened two times a day. I was eating my supper, which was made up of a few scraps I found by me. A poster had flew by me. I had picked it up. It was a wanted poster. A picture of an outlaw was on it. "Wanted: Heyton. Dead or alive." I read. I had to read slowly because I didn't quite know how to read very well. I let the wanted poster go off in the wind. "I've been seeing way too many wanted posters of him." I said.
Heyton wasn't a very kind person. That took me lots of time to realize that after I saw that poster of him. Legends had said that he sliced open the blades of his metal claws, and poured in the blood of a scrab in them. He would kill about fifteen innocent slaves and citizens a day, and one hero every week. Industrals didn't even like him either. He was both killing the population of Oddworld slaves and industrals. He was hostile to all the people of Oddworld. "I don't care who I kill." He always said.
I was getting tired easily. Must have been from all that running. I get tired and sleepy very quickly. I got up after three hours of sitting down. The back of my body was so sore I could barely get up. I walked into a small alley and tucked myself in. My eyes were getting heavier every second. Then I went into deep slumber.
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