Firstly, I'm not the sad bastard who calls himself Adder, rather I'm his unfortunate "friend"/Managing Editor of
http://www.gamerseurope.com who was forced to post this. So mods/admins, I'm aware of the IP discrepencies.
He left this message:
Hello, everyone.
This is my first attempt to write something on Muds.
The first part of a story that might go on forever, or until the next phone bill follows.
Please express your views (unless they're too negative <:-[ ).
Slán abhaile! (that means goodbye - non-Adder person)
did I mention, I'm Irish???
Also, I got all 28 Muds out of rupture farms. d%^)
If you were wondering about the aurora, that's mine - my god-like status has that effect on people within a three mile radius. I can sell you sunglasses at €35 each. Or go blind - whatever.
As for why I didn't just post the file, you've got a PHP error, so someone around here's not being very professional:
Warning: stat failed for C:\WINNT\TEMP\php2916.tmp (errno=2 - No such file or directory) in D:\InetPub\oddworld\forums\admin\functions.php on line 1688
I'll be off, I think I've made my presence felt by the masses.
(Adder says "Wanker to friend")
My name is Carin. I'm just another Mud slave to everyone in Scrab Cake Factory #307.
The great rebellion began close by in Rupture Farms, everyone knows about it, even the sligs.
"Wanted: Abe" posters appeared about 2 months ago. I want to be free, who doesn't, but the cost is too high. I'd rather live a slave than die, or worse, trying to be free. There's 10 fools I
know who are trying to escape. There were 15, I saw what happened to the other 5. You don't forget it something like that, when a glukkon tries to make sure no one else follows their example. And even then, that was a selfish act, 15 friends not caring about ANYTHING but themselves.
I'd hate to see what happens to Abe, if they ever get him.
It started when I was forced to work, over 10 years ago, so I'll shorten it.
I knew there were condemned areas of the factory that sligs loafed off at, any mudokon nearby was soon beaten. I accidentally stumbled on one as I was trying to avoid a big-bro slig who hated me (Long story, maybe in Part III you'll find out). It would have been better if he got me. 5 sligs gave me one hell of a beating, even hung me from my mouth staples, just low
enough so that my feet barely touched the ground. The agony spread all the way to my shoulders, the skin pulled tight and muscle felling as if it was being ripped. Luckily, the big-bro had seen me try to hid and when he saw 5 of his own loafing off he gave them all a few digs. Then he turned to me and cut me down. "You tell anyone 'bout this, you'll be lookin' for your head in one of the meat vats, y'hear me, arsewipe!" "Yes, sir", I said quickly. "Why you still hear? GO!"
He whacked me with his gun in my back. I almost fell, lucky I didn't, they would of jeered and
beaten me. I ran top speed, well, I hopped quickly, one of my legs felling dislocated.
Before I even got away there was an announcement for a "worker" meeting. I thought someone must
have picked up a grenade, last time one went missing we were given no food for 10 days, turned
out a slig had pushed the button once too many and forgot to tell anyone. (Why did glukkons make
grenade machines that mudokons can use anyway, why not use a slig fingerprint or something?)
Anyway, they paraded 3 of the escapees out on stage. Then our sales rep. gave a speech:
"It has come to my attention that some of you that work for us are not happy with your
conditions" If it wasn't for the sligs nearby I would have passed comment. "Let me assure you,
if you don't like your conditions they can get worse! Just like what’s about to happen now.
These shits behind me tried to sneak away into a crate of Scrab Cakes. Of course, they
were found and captured"
"Now", he turned to face them. "Who else was in on this pitiful attempt for an escape, well?!".
The captured just stood still. "Not gonna talk?! Okay, hey 51879b get up here!" A slig quickly
showed up. I noticed he had a chisel and hammer, so did the captives. "Lets see if you can talk
at all. The middle one" The slig stepped towards the one in the middle, his name was Quitel. I
knew what was coming. He put the chisel on Quitel's sternum. Quitel trembled with fear and tried
to move back. That’s when I noticed his legs were chained to his associates. He fell backwards.
"No!, please no! I...I'll tell you anythi" "SHADAP!!! Do it!" The slig let the hammer fly.
CRACK
The blood-curling scream that came from Quitel almost made me sick, never mind the spray of
blood and loud sound of bone splintering. He fell to the ground and rolled in pain. The slig
grabbed him and forced him to his feet, then kept him standing. He was trembling in shock, I
knew he would die from it soon, if he was lucky. His breast bone was totally split, the rip in
his skin stretched for a while, the bones pushing against it. Then his chest sprung open, skin
shredding, until a void of about 4 inches was left oozing blood. His guts started seeping out,
falling on his feet.
From when I had to clean a paramite, I recognised his heart, like a red slurg pulsating rapidly.
All the sligs were loving it. One of them beside me said "2 brew says he dies in under a minute" "You're on!"
Quitel was held up for almost 30 seconds, it felt like an hour to me, trembling and bleeding,
shaking, howling in agony.
The other 2 stood as still as they could, knowing worse could happen to them.
The sales rep chuckled and said "That's enough, get that b@$t@rd outa here"
The slig unlocked the centre lock of the chain and dragged Quitel trough the crowd.
When he passed right by me, I could see his eyes still darting in pain, heard faint whispers
of agony rushing through his bloody mouth. His eyes looked into mine, he sighed.
He knew I thought he was a fool for trying to escape. I noticed he wasn't looking AT me,
his eyes had stopped moving, he died realising he was wrong.
"Now, who else was part of your gang. You tell me, I'll just shoot you, don't and you'll end up
worse than your shitface of a dead friend"