My slig story
I'm not very good at Oddworld stories but i'll try. It's set just after Rupture Farms:
It's Midday now and i've been traviling over Scrabania for a couple of days now with my only friend left. I'm number #456 and my friend is #453. My name's Tyson. I had once taken down 7 Slig Poppers. We've just escaped Rupture Farms. But not without casulties. We had another friend but he was killed by a Scrab, It took Rif 6 shots to bring it down. We call him Rif because we don't know how to pronounce his real name. And I have 3 missing fingers. Rif knows everything about combat. He once saved me from falling into a Paramite pen. "Um... where are we ment to be going?" I asked
"How the hell do I know?...Um maybe FeeCo. Depot"
That's it so far. I have to go now
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We're screwed...pants pants I need some pants. -The Brewmsters Slig
Last edited by Wolfbane; 03-22-2003 at 05:19 PM..
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