Enter: Kelp

[The Less-Than-Big Bro]

Laughing, Captian Turlock Kelp chased after the screaming mudokon. Kelp was enjoying his chase, as he should. This escapee had led him all over the odd-forsaken mountians, and through both Mudomo and Mundanchee vaults. Damn him, but Kelp would have his vengeance before he returned this one to the Magog Cartel. And he really wanted this one's bounty. His elum had been ridden into the ground at Mukodonoma, and he had "swapped" it for a new one. Now he chased, and armed his sniper rifle. Only a dart, but a heavily poisoned dart. The mud would be out instantly. Kelp just hoped that he had enough of the antivenem.
"Christmas present for ya!"
And Kelp fired. The mudokon dropped. Kelp rode by, swung down, and picked up the now unconscious form of the mudokon. He looked at the face.
"DAMN YOU, ASMITT!"
The hit mudokon wasn't Asmitt, the mudokon he had been chasing.
"there he is. Get 'im!"
Out of the shrubs came a hoard of mudokon tomahawkers, followed by a small group of fuzzles, and a shaman. Kelp spun around, drew his pistols, and unloaded two clips into the mass. But as many as he killed, more came a-runnin'. Finally, he was overwhelmed. They took the mudokon back, and left him to die. He was saved by his elum, however. The elum came up and nuzzled his tentacles. He rolled over, and spoke the last words he had heared out of the charging mud's mouthes before he slipped fully unconscious.
"Lucky Asmitt went to Pyke!"

[The Less-Than-Big Bro]

(OOC: A note to the post-happy. DO NOT REPLY TO THIS TOPIC, IT IS TWO YEARS BEFORE CURRENT RPG TIME!)

Kelp woke to the face of a mudokon. The mud had a tomahawk in his left hand, and a potion in his right.
"What the hell is that thing!?" Kelp roared as he sprang up. Both his pistols lay where they had fallen. He looked at the mudokon. He was a she!
"WHAT THE H-E-DOUBLE-HOCKEY-STICKS! THERE AINT NO FEMALE MUDS! YER JUST SOME SORTA MISTAKE! GET AWAY FROM ME!"
Kelp, however, was about to get a real BIG shock.
"Oh, SHUT UP! Dont i get enough from the odd forsaken mudokons around our camp!? 'Kili, will you cover yourself, those bulges on your chest are disturbing us!' 'Kili, will you stop throwing tomahawkes and make us some soup?' How would YOU like to go back out!?"
And she raised the tomahawk up to whack him on his skull.
Kelp acted on instinct. He rolled right, grabbed his pistols, and aimed them at the mudokon female.
"Allaya, stick yer hands in the air, or the mud gets it."
The mudokon locals ignored him, and one even had the tenacity to call out:
"kill 'er! we dont want her shaming our clan! We gots enough shame when we served the Magog Cartel and refused rescue!"
Kelp laughed. "well, you aint to popular!" But then he stopped laughing when he realized the female had a tomahawk in a position where if he shot her, the tomahawk would fall right on his head.
"Drop them."
"no"
"yes"
"no"
She lowered the tomahawk, and broght him a bowl of what looked like sloggie stew, without the sloggie.
"eat. Tomorrow you will be executed, as will I. When we reach the great tribal temple."
"I'll be gone when yer gets up."
"They will post a guard."
"'E'll die."
"I am to guard you."
"Fine," Kelp finally gave up. If the stupid bit*h wanted to die, she could go right ahead.

In the morning, Kelp rolled over, woke up, and saw the female mudokon standing with a pack on her back, waiting patiently for the slig to wake up.
"Hurry!" she said in an urgent whisper.
"alright, alright! What're you doin' though?" Kelp asked.
"Going with you. You'll need some help finding your way, and I daresay you don't want to die? I do not."
"Fine, but when we get to Pyke, I'm gonna have to leave yer. Cant have yer saddling me while I hunt Asmitt."
So they set off, and eventually reached pyke.

(OOC: that is the end of my entrance. I will join in a storyline when I can. Do not try to contact me on MSN. I am having problems signing on. I will join when I can. Otherwise, this topic is just for my personal history of the "team" I am using.)