The Oddworld Story

[Splat]

Splatty? What are you trying to imply by that?
Ah, who cares, your all forgiven, so you can have your chapter.

For chapter 9 we fall back down to the planet, strait in to Mica’s funeral, at his last seen place, the edge of the forest. This chapter goes to absolutely nobody.
Now, lets get going…

Scrat stared in to the shadowy forest, the last place where Mica was seen. It was 4 days after Nicou’s punishment. The sky was dark, as if it understood the sadness of this occasion. It rained once in every 500 days in this part of Sligos, but this was one of those rare days. His father hadn’t said any thing all day and Scrat felt the same. But he also felt worse.
If only he’d said something, if only he’d stood up to Raffe, if only, if only, there were so many things that he would change if he was only given the chance again. Now Scrat had learnt the cruelty hidden in those to words. If only…
Scrat was awoken from his thoughts by a weird buzzing sound coming from the forest. The screams had been a constant interruption to the funeral, but this was different. As well as not actually being a scream, this noise started quietly and got louder, instead of starting loudly and then fading in to silence.
People started shifting uncomfortably at the noise, It soon got so loud that the guy hosting the funeral stopped speaking. It wasn’t until the leaves started shaking in the forest, there was a sound of crashing trees, and uprooted plants started flying over the trees that people started backing up. Then, when a small tree came flying over head and almost crushed a group of people, that everybody started running and screaming! Everyone except Nicou and Scrat, who stood where they were, staring in shock. Then a hole exploded in the wall of bushes and trees. Then they turned and ran.
As most people will know, crawling sligs don’t run very quickly. So they had about as much chance of outrunning the “over stimulated gardener” (in Nicou’s words), as a butterfly would have in outrunning a golden eagle!
So it may not come as much of surprise to here that Nicou was forced to the ground by a small metal ball pushing on his back. Then Scrat spun around to face it.
He said later, “I couldn’t believe it at first. I didn’t want to believe it. It’s legs and hips were metal. Mechanical. But that was nothing to the fact that above that, sitting upright, was a slig holding a chain saw. And of all the sligs, in all the world, this one just happened to be, Mica!”
“Hello, Nicou.” Sneered Mica.
“M-m-m-m-m-mmmmica?” Nicou stuttered.
“who else? So, like knowing what it feels like to be the victim?”
“N-n-n-n-not, really.”
“Oh, well. D’ya wanna know what it feels like to have your own brother try and kill you?” Asked Mica, revving his chain saw.
“It was an accident! An accident!”
“Yeah, well, this isn’t.”
Nicou stared up at his impending doom, and passed wind.

There was a reason for the sadness in the weather th at day but it was not for Mica.
Makajia and Sajilia arrived home on the day of Mica’s funeral. Makajia knew this was the day when the sligs would discover pants. Soon afterwards the sligs would make a deal with the vykkers to bring pants in to mass production. Glukkons would see the opportunity and mudokons would be attacked. He did not know what would happen after that, but the rest he was sure of. It was obvious, it was inevitable, and it was unfair.
Why wouldn’t Odd help him? He went to bed that night with the question ringing in his head. And in his dreams, he saw an egg. And that egg hatched, and out crawled, a tiny, BLUE, mudokon. There was hope yet…

What’s gonna happen now Mica’s back? Will he really kill Nicou? Who is this mysterious BLUE mudokon (if you don’t know the answer to this one I give up)? Find out the answers to the questions you don’t already know, in the exiting, chapter 10!

[The Red Muse]

Originally posted by Splat
Splatty? What are you trying to imply by that?

*raises eyebrow*
Imply? Well, pardon me , Splat, it was just a nickname.

Oh, yeah.
Grrreat chapter!
*does some purring-sounds and walks away*

[Splat]

Oh. Ok. I've been buisy lately what with revision for year 9 sats so i havent got a new chapter. Sorry.

[Native Poser]

Awsome story Splat, your writting is so good! I love how this chapter ended!

[Seargentbig]

Thats Beter!
Like I said before, this is a good story (Good meaning above average) and it would be a real shame if you stoped, but it looks like you're not going to anymore. Keep up the good work!

[Splat]

I'm having a buisy week, what with revision, wrestling my sister for control of the new computer, getting back in shape for the summer, trying to remember how to spell buissy(?), and another of my numerous sisters just had a baby. I'm havin a hectic time but i'll try and get a chapter done by the end of the month.

[Splat]

It’s finally done, Mica’s made a come back, everyone’s scared, and Nicou’s been on the beans! You wanna know what’s gonna happen next? Well, here ya go… a chapter entitled,
Chapter 10, Mica comes back.

Mica revved his saw and leant over the person he hated second most, on the whole planet. The diamond-edged blades sang as they approached Nicou’s spine. Mica was ready to plunge them in, when he heard a cry:
“NO!”
Mica looked over at Scrat, and then back down at Nicou.
“Mica, wait! Scrat was like me, just terrified of what Raffe would do to him if he didn’t hurt you.”
Mica looked up. “Where is Raffe?”
“He was banished for… for killing… well, trying to kill… kill you.”
Mica swore.
“Cause Nicou told…”
Mica froze. So that was it… So Nicou hadn’t wanted to… But he had… Then again, he had been like Scrat… But Scrat hadn’t attacked him… And anyway, Nicou had been hurting him for years…
Mica remembered then, what the vykkers had said. That was it then. He was about to slice Nicou’s spinal cord in half when he remembered something else. Something someone had said, years ago, he couldn’t remember who, and he couldn’t remember it all, but someone had said, a long time ago,
“Revenge may be sweet at first, but I promise ya this, you’ll feel awful sick about it in the morning…”
Mica paused, and then thrust his chainsaw down, strait through the tip of Nicou’s tail, and then deep into the ground.
Scrat ran over, well, more, waddled over, and looked at Nicou, who lay gasping on the ground. And then at Mica, who had turned off his chain saw and left it in the ground, with only it’s handle showing.
Scrat looked at the centimetre of flesh that Mica had cut from Nicou’s tail. And then up at Mica himself. “Does this mean you won’t kill Nicou?” He asked.
Mica nodded.
“And I suppose this means you’re alive.”
Mica grinned, and Scrat burst out laughing, with relief and joy.
Nicou looked up at Mica, and Mica looked back down at him. “I deserved more than that. I shouldn’t have let Raffe rule my life. If we’d all stood up against him…”
“It’s all right now. Raffe’s gone and… I’m not…”
Just then their father ran up. He looked first at Mica, then at the chain saw embedded in the ground, and then at the bleeding Nicou.
Ok boys, we are going right home, RIGHT NOW, and you are going to tell me what has been going on, why Mica is alive, why he has legs, and who sliced Nicou’s tail.
And then there Father marched them right home, all in a line in front of him, even Mica, and made them sit in the eating chamber until he, and everyone else, had heard the content of the last 10 chapters, as well as a bit extra from the years before.

What’ll there father say about the story? What’ll happen mow Mica’s back? Where have the vykkers been while all this is happening? Where will the story go from here? Find out the answer to as many of these questions as I can manage, in the exiting sequel, chapter 11!

[Native Poser]

Great chapter Splat! Cant wait for the next one!

[Splat]

Well you'll have to cause at the moment there isn't a next one. It may take a while cause its a hard one to write.

[Sekto Springs]

nice prequel! i enjoyed it so much i saved it to my notepad! i hope you dont mind if i put it on my site under fanfic! can i pllleeeezz?

[Splat]

That's OK sligslinger, as long as you make it clear where you got it.
I still haven't got the next chapter done though. But I'm gettin there.

[Splat]

And here it is at last, the long-awaited and freshly written, chapter 11! Mica’s back, has forgiven Nicou, has shown his less gentle side and has spoken to his father. But enough chat, we have a story to tell, so get ready, and read on…
Chapter 11, wide spread epidemic!

Within a week, at least three quarters of Sligos had heard of the wonderful slig-with-legs. And within another week, Queen Tapadoka and President Ted decided to find out the true story.
Mid afternoon one day, Mica stopped shifting the furniture around when his Father called him to the door.
“Mica,” He heard is father shout, “There are some people here who want to see you who aren’t like the normal tourists.”
Mica went took off his pants and went to the door (he was to tall with them to fit down the hall) to find his Father flat on his face and a slig who was VERY clearly queen Tapadoka, with another male slig and several bodyguards.
“I believe YOU are thhe ssslig w-who I havve beeeen told aboUT!” she said, in her exotic northern accent. “Butt wHere are thee legz?”
Mica dropped to the floor and swallowed a mouthful of earth before answering (it was the law when talking to anybody in the presence of the queen) “I can take them off. I need to, to get to the door - I’m to tall with them.”
I wiss toseee themm. Annd toow hear off wherer theyy caame ffromm.
“Of course,” said Mica’s father, “ come in and Mika will show you.” And then scuttled backwards down the hall and stopped outside the eating-chamber door. Queen Tapadoka followed and entered the eating-chamber. The president and bodyguards followed. Mica ran to his room to get his pants and then dragged them into the eating-chamber and put them on. His father ran off to make a round of coffee!
The queen snapped off questions to Mica at an impressive rate.
“W-who mayde thosse legz?”
“ At the other side of the forest nearby there is a species of creatures with arms and legs, they made them for me.”
“W-h-y?”
“To help me get back through the forest. And to help me live a happier life.”
“W-h-y deed youw go throow the forresteh?”
“I was pushed – by accident.”
Wherer theesse creeaturES peessful? Deed theye treet youwel?”
“They… they were nice to me.”
“Cane yoow think off anyathink theye maye terade?”
“Well, they like medical science… Slogs?”
“Yehs. Anyathink alse?”
Well, they might take money, just normal money.”
“Good. Weeldoe-n.”
She stayed a bit longer, asked a few more questions, the group of visitors drank several pints of coffee, President Ted asked some more questions about the vykkers. But eventually they left, but not in the direction they had come from, but towards the slice Mica had made in the forest.

Meanwhile, Sajilia watched as the sligs headed through the gap in the dividing line. She saw a vykker running away from the trees and returning later with a group. Then the two groups headed towards Micadil’s palace.
She knew that the time was drawing near. She looked across to Glucose and at the Glukkons who patrolled the walls. Then at the unsuspecting Mudokons, in Mudos. She thought of the hundreds of thousands of Mudokons who would be enslaved. Then of the blue mudokon both she and her husband had seen. She was their only hope… whoever he was…

Now what’s gonna happen? What will happen to the royal party of sligs at the most expensive building in Vykos? WHO IS THIS MYSTERIOUS BLUE MUDOKON (I say again, if you don’t already know the answer to that one, then I give up)? Find out the answer to as many of these questions as I can be bothered, in the action-packed sequel, CHAPTER 12!

[Seargentbig]

That's the way!
Now, When is chapter 12 coming?

[Splat]

Patience is a virtue...
OK, I'll go write it, a few days...

[Strike Witch]

Cool story! Nice work! Keep it up!

[Seargentbig]

Patience is a virtue... - By Splat

Huh?
What is this "Patience" you refer to?
Is it a god?
Or mabye a type of cheese?

[Splat]

For future reference, I didn't just edit my last post so it says a few days, rather than 2
Anyone who says otherwise, will be shot, then force fed to the... I mean forced to feed the slogs for 2 days.

[Splat]

I'm busy at the moment, but I'll try for the end of next week.

[Abeguy]

Bravo! splat! you've inspired me to write my own story on a post(if you don't mind though)

[Splat]

Why would I mind? what's it called?

[Gryph the Slig]

Excellent, Splat! Keep it up! Did I mention it was excellent? Good work!

[Splat]

Well, here ya go, I won’t give a long intro cause I’m sure you’ve been waiting long enough, so here’s chapter 12, a chapter I call, “2 sligs and a vykker”.

Micadil paced in front of the 6 sligs, the female, the queen of the species, the male who seemed to think very highly of himself, and the 4 bodyguards. More pants? He thought that was what they wanted, the woman’s bazaar accent made it difficult to tell. But he decided to humour them.
“And what do you offer in return?”
“Theesse.”
At that point one more guard emerged from the door, carrying a slog on a leash. To the vykker, who craved experimentation and had never even heard of slogs, was amazed and exited. So these sligs weren’t useless after all.
“OK.” He agreed, “one of those for each pair of pants we make. 2 for custom pares like Mica’s, the others will come in sizes, if you’ll allow us to make a few tests.”
And so the deal was made. Slogs for pants, pants for dosh (the current local currency of Sligos), and soon most of the sligs would have legs, and the sligs royal family would be considerably richer.
Sligs could make slogs faster than vykkers could produce pants, and vykkers knew 1 slog was really worth 4 pairs of pants. Both groups left the hall, thinking about how bigger suckers the other group was!

“Muds, Muds, when is Danlirc gonna get over his obsession with Muds?”
Malk didn’t reply. He knew what Hanarn was like, if there was a reason to complain he would find it. But for once, Malk agreed with him. So the Muds owned land 6 times bigger than Glucose, and who cared if there limbs were positioned so they didn't have to walk on there hands, they had been working fine inside there concrete walls for years. But now they needed at least 12 glukkons patrolling the walls neighbouring Mudos at all times, to kill off all the Mud’s that got to close. Typical that he’d get stuck in the same squadron as Hanarn.
“I mean, if we’re gonna invade, why not go and do it? Why do we have to get stuck here waiting?” That was Hanarn again.
This time, Malk answered. “Because they haven’t come up with a way for us to use weapons while moving. Now shut up or I’ll ram this gun so far down your pie hole that you’ll be able to have a go with Maria (the current Glukkon queen).
“Ooh, I’m so scared,” muttered Hanarn and took a random shot in to the night, somehow hitting a roaming scrab. The rest of the herd turned to charge the wall.
“Wow, that was clever,” muttered Malk, and got ready with his gun.

On the other side of the wall a Glukkon looked intently in to Sligos. “Stir up with the sligs.”
“What’s your point?” Muttered his partner.
“Nothing, just…”
“Just what?”
“Well look, in the middle of the night they’re all creeping off with sleeping bags, about a years worth of food, their pets, and a torch each.”
“And this matters to us because? Keep your mind on your work or they’ll shove a bullet up where the sun doesn’t shine.”
“Hey, you 2,” Shouted the supervisor, “keep your minds on your work of I’ll shove a bullet up where the sun doesn’t shine.”
“See?”

Where does the sun not shine? Where are the sligs going? Who really is the sucker? Find out the answer to about 1 of those questions in our next chapter, chapter 13!

[Seargentbig]

Great work! I'm hoping for more soon!

[Abeguy]

okay,splat, i think ill call it... ummm... ...uhhh... OH yeah i'll call it ODDWORLD: the beginning( the mudokon bible)

[Splat]

Ok, I'm gonna try and stick together something, but I've only got 5 minutes till my sister kicks me off so I doubt that it's gonna happen.

[Splat]

Well, it took more than 5 minutes, but, well, here it is...

Well, here it is, the story is closin to an end, there’s gonna be maybe 2 more chapters, so I might as well get on with it, chapter 14, The One Near the End .

Mica sighed as he looked around. Sligs on legs replaced the crawling sligs that he usually saw, running about, while he worked outside, in this case, chopping wood.
In the last month he’d gone from being the biggest local tourist attraction, to being treated like any other slig, who was just rich enough to have custom fitted pants.

Akko sighed as he looked around. Plain, white assistants clothing, replaced the intricate designs of previous suits, as he held up a tray of scalpels like a table!
In the last month he’d lost everything, his house, his admirers, his position, his power, it was all gone. He would do anything to get revenge on that bloody slig, anything…

The next morning in Vykkos, there was a rumour running around, Akko heard a group talking in a huddle and ducked round a corner to listen. “Yeah, a mad slig, said he hacked his way through the forest, made a completely new path.”
“They said he was bare handed, he left blood everywhere!”
“But that’s impossible!”
“Well, he did it. They’ve closed off the area, won’t let anyone near!”
“Man, he must be a nut, and pretty strong to!”
“Some say he was dragging a slog all the way with him to!”
“What do you think he wants?”
“Odd only knows!”
“HEY!” Shouted someone behind Akko, making him jump so violently that he almost dropped the jellied bladder he was holding! That would have been messy! “What are you doing? You should be in with the surgeons! Your already 48 seconds late!”
Akko ran, but even as he acted as a sink for the surgeons, he kept thinking about the mad slig, who was he? What did he want? Was he really mad?

“Hey, Mica!” Shouted his father, “Have you seen Biggie? Nicou hasn’t and Scrat wouldn’t take a slog to the stone masons! You know how Biggie gets when he sees unfamiliar furniture, he like to mark his territory!”
“I know, Dad, and I haven’t seen him. Maybe he’s gone to the bone yard again.”
But Biggie the slog didn’t come back all day and the only lead they had was that a neighbour had seen a big, muscular slig lead a slog towards the forest, but a long way to the left of the path. But Biggie would never go off with a perfect stranger…

Down at Glucose there was a pandemonium! Sligs with metal legs! What was going on? Was it the beginning signs of planned invasion? There were now nearly as many guards on that part of the wall as there was on the Mudos side. But after several uneventful weeks, 9 scouts were sent out to investigate. 7 came back, telling of guns, saws, and other weapons. A mere 2 came back, telling of how no plans of invasion were laid.
The areas general, General, Dratit, decided to go with the 2, as they were the ones he trusted most, but he knew people wouldn’t be happy if he just lowered security, so he decided to head out there himself, with 8 security guards, “For good measure.”
So President Ted and Queen Tapadoka and 9 security guards “For good measure” Went to their conference hall to discuss matters with the Glukkons and squash the rumours of imminent invasion.
“Sssow, yuw vant awerr hellp in invayding zeze… Mudykons? And vat iss initt forr uss?”
Dratit opened a large box of jewellery, and displayed it to the whole court. A slick smile spread over Queen Tapadoka’s face…

And so, the deal was made. The deal that resulted in the possibly eternal fait of Isla Karna. A deal that meant the fait of the mudokon race fell on to the shoulders of one small, blue mudokon.

Who is the mysterious mad slig? What happened to Biggie? Who is the mysterious blue mudokon? Will I ever shut up? Find out the answer to about 3 of these questions, in the 15th and final installation of, The Oddworld Story…

[Native Poser]

Wow, only one more chapter left..this was a great story Splat, thanks for sharring

[Abeguy]

one more! nooooooooo!, if you can, please make a new one just as good okay? oh and what do you think of the mudo bible?

[Seargentbig]

Ah, the last chapter. I expect it to be good, so take your time!

[Splat]

Your Bible is good, I will take my time, and I already have ideas for my next story.