Splat

[Native Poser]

niiiiiiiiice..That was another good chapter

[Splat]

I would post but I'm working on the last of T.O.S. at the moment. What I will tell you is a few plans for summer. As I'm shutting down the factory over the holiday I'll just leave you with to things, a little scetch by Abe, Alf and Munch, and a competition, awarded with the prize of where this story is going, and also, information on the rest of the stories, Splat is just the first of a 3 part trilogy!

[Splat]

Ah, forget the Oddworld story, I've got fans to please!

Chapter 16

Splat
I spoke to the laguameacy. I explained what it would have to do. “You must go in to the water. Tap on the bubble on the strange thing.”
“Won’t it break?”
“Not if you don’t do it hard, and use your knuckles instead of your claws.”
It nodded. I think it could sense that I was tense, worried.
“When it’s eyes open move back and swim away. It will probably shoot…“ it wouldn’t understand the concept of shooting “throw something at you that I can not describe. Dodge it and do not follow it. Fly out of the hole,” I pointed to the entrance of the pool “but fly out, don’t climb. You MUST be fast!”
“I understand.” It replied.
“Be careful.”
I knew it probably didn’t understand that last bit, but it slid in to the water. I waited, worried. I saw a bubbling on the surface. Then there was a loud bang, water sprayed out of the hole, and the temple shook! The slig had fired a bomb! I backed away from the water, just as the laguameacy burst out! Almost immediately afterwards the aqua slig shot out of the water and its glass helmet shattered as the pressure around it lessened. It landed on the purple marble roof next to the hole. The helmet then completely collapsed around it.
I walked towards it. It looked up at me and chattered wildly in some mad language that was impossible to understand. I guess this slig had a brain tumour or brain damage or something like that that made it impossible for it to talk properly. Or maybe a problem with its vocal chords. Then again, maybe it was just too terrified to talk properly. I don’t know, I’m not a medical doctor, I just do a few experiments with metal and magnetism and a few simple chemicals and stuff.
I rested my leg against it’s suit. My original plan had been to push it back in to the water and blow it up. It chattered even more loudly and I suddenly realised something. It didn’t ask to be here. It didn’t ask to have a horrible mother who sold it in to slavery. It didn’t ask to be assigned at the laguameacy temple, to have to kill Laguameacies, to attack mudokons.
It didn’t ask for any of this, and it didn’t ask for me to kill it. Instead, I reached down and ripped it from it’s suit.
“Try and have a happier life than your brothers,” I said to it, and then, gave it to the laguameacy. “Take it to the trees and leave it on the ground.” I said to it.
The laguameacy took it from me and flew with it over the roof. In a few seconds, it was back, and it dropped back in to the hole in the roof. “Come now,” it said, “I will take you to the peace marshes.” It said.
I dived in after it, not knowing that what I’d just done would effect the future of Oddworld.

President Martor
I was last to leave the stadium. I had planned to take the train to my mansion and take the rest of the day off. But as I came out I ran in to the V. I. Gs. I almost choked on my cigar when I realised they were from the Magog Cartel! One dressed in yellow, the rest in green. But I couldn’t read their expressions. They were keeping their faces plain.
“Grim business, all of this.” The one in yellow said. The colours of the cartel members clothes represent their rank. Green is low, then yellow, then red is one of the council. One of those is leader, but not even the other red-wearers know who.
I cringed at his word, grim.
“But you have coped with it well.” I felt a twinge of hope. “But your actions today were strange. It will stir up the press.” The glimmer of hope was snuffed out.
“I was acting as best as I could. He knew valuable information, and I was worried that he may say something… you know, give something away.”
The yellow-wearer seemed satisfied. “You have done well on the laguameacy project. This business with the lab is unfortunate but you have done a lot to cope with it. You’ve risen quickly and we believe you can go further. You never know where you’ll be by the end of the year.”
I smiled with relief. Then said “I will see what I can learn from Xalarr before I have him killed in private. He kept a lot of secrets and added extra details to his work.”
“Good. This has been an awful time for all of us and we look forward to seeing Splat in the Arena. And Abe too, if you can manage it. Then we’ll see. You can expect very good news after that show!”
The members walked away. I headed towards the station, my security guards warding off the news team after I told them that Xalarr wasn’t good enough for such an important death. I took the train back to my mansion and then I went and sat in the living room in front of the hearth.
What was it that Xalarr had meant, “fed in to another body”? And what was that about not knowing where I’d be by the end if the year? Could it mean, a green seat in the Cartel?
I thought. If Xalarr meant it… And all I had to do was catch Splat, possibly Abe and Munch. But fed in to another body…
Yes, I would catch the terrorists, but I wouldn’t kill them, no, I would make better use for them. And then, a green seat? No, no, no. I would aim much higher, a red suit was were I would be…

I think the next chapter is better, wait a minute, I'll just go check... Yup, it is!

[Al the Vykker]

Im really sorry Splat, and the other fan fiction readers/writers around here. I have been a bit busy, but I feel really bad for not being able to read through a lot of the great stories around here recently. I promise I'll really try hard in staying up to date more, and reading more of everyones stories, and commenting on artwork.

Anyways Splat, the story is coming along great, and its really good to see you still updating you fics.

I need to get over my writers block and update my two stories, if you dont recall that I have three one was finished. As of the current time though they are slowly making their way to the bottom of fan corner.

I also accept any suggestions in the stickied topic in FC for any other ideas to help me out with how the contests should run, etc. So feel free to post ideas in there too.


*Goes off to catch up on "Splat"*

Once again thanks for listening to my ramblings.

-Al

[Splat]

As knowbody seems to be reading this anymore (other that Al) I'm just gonna shut up shop for the summer.
So i'll leave you with 2 things. Number one is a competition, Write a short story including Splat and pm it to me and I'll pick the best. There are prizes involved to (oooh, prizes, what could they be?)
Number 2 is this:

Abe leans back in a deck chair in front of a white board, which fills the screen, and has "Silly songs with Alf" written untidily on it in black marker. Abe speaks: "Now it's time for silly songs with Alf." The part of the show where Alf comes out, And sings, a silly song.
Abe's screen wheels away, taking the deck chair with it. Behind is a wild west back drop. Alf stands in the middle of the screen whering a ten-gallon-hat. "The water buffalo song!" Alf declares in a Texas accent.
Barn dance music starts up and Alf starts singing:
"Everybody's got a water buffalo!
Yours is fast but mine is slow,
where we get them I don't know but
everybody's got a water buffalo-oooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

I took my buffalo to the store:
Got his head stuck in the door,
Spilled some scrab cakes on the floor but
everybody's got a water buffalo-ooooooooooooooooouuuh!"

Both Alf's wolf like cry and the music is cut short by Munch charging in screaming: STOP, STOP, STOP! You can't sing "everybody's got a water buffalo" when everybody does NOT have a water buffalo! If you sing "everybody's got a water buffalo" then we're going to get nasty letters saying "where's my water buffalo?" "Why don't I have a water buffalo?" And are you prepared to deal with that? I don't think so, so just stop being so silly!"

Abe's screen is wheeled back in. Abe is still sitting on his deck chair. "This has been silly song's with Alf. Tune in next time to here Alf sing,"

Alf, still in his T-G-hat, pops in to Abe's screen for his bit, as the music starts up again.
"everybody's got a baby kangaroo,
Yours is pink but mine is blue,
First was small but then it grew, oh
Everybody's got a baby kangaroo-oooaarrgh!"

Munch charges in and headbutts Alf in the gut, sending him flying out of the screen.


SEE YA ALL NEXT AUTUMN FOLKS! *Waves The Red Muse's little flag with an S on it!*

[The Red Muse]

Originally posted by Splat
*Waves The Red Muse's little flag with an S on it!*

Hey, me flag!

Oh well--- *takes out a mega-sized flag with a LARGE red "S" on it*--- hurray!

Oh and ah.... great story. Almost as good as ...hmmm... coffee flavoured milk chocolate and garlic bake crisps.

They're great...

[Seargentbig]

Hey - Keep going!
This is good!

[The Red Muse]

Hello?! Red Muse to Splat, do you read me Splat?

I neeeeeeeeeeed a new chapter... *gasps*


*gasps again*

I'm gonna die if I can't anything to read...
Argh....

[Seargentbig]

Yeah, why'd yeh stop?
Keep going!

[Splat]

As i explained in July, I stopped posting for the Summer to give me time to write a few more chapters. Now that Summer's over I have some good news and some bad news.
The bad news is that school has started again and I have to go back to the torture house everyday.
The good news is that I've refreshed my chapter-stock and I'm about to give up chapter... 17!

Before i do though, I'm just gonna say that no one entered the competition I attempted to start 2 months ago so no one gets any info on the rest of the Splat and any other books in the trilogy that I'm yet to write.

But now, without further ado or adon't, I give you, the most anticipated spectacle of this story this Summer, Chapter 17, of SPLAT!!!



Chapter 17

Splat
I dived in to the water and swam as well as I could after the laguameacy. But I had to face it, I may have the wings but I just wasn’t built for swimming. But I did quite well. When I was starting to worry about whether I’d drown before we reached the surface we passed a little stone lump in the stone floor, closely followed by a tube about (a football/soccer ball) wide. And when my lungs started screaming for air we surfaced in a low chamber, were the tunnel had been about a metre high, but now an extra metre was added above water level.
I stuck my head up and gulped down air. A Laguameacy head carving like the one at the entrance was set in the wall. I looked at the laguameacy who was signalling for me to stick my hand inside.
Why not? I thought, and obeyed. I’d expected a rush of images like the ones I’d had at the entrance but this time it was different. My hand started feeling pleasantly warm. Then the feeling spread down my arm and throughout my body. The walls above and around me, and the water I was standing in started glowing. Soon they were too bright to see, but weirdly, I could still look at them.
I felt and heard my knew environment before I saw it. A gentle perfume-like smell seeped up my nose and a strangely comforting tinkling sort of music echoed around me, then, the next thing I knew I could see where I was. Not in a marble alcove but on a small marble platform in a steaming, warm swamp. Then the atmosphere took hold of me, and I sank down, in to a deep sleep…

I crouched down and wiped the floor desperately with the cloth in my hand. He wants to see his face in the floor, I reminded myself. You know what happened last time.
Of course I knew, I still had the scars to remind me. I remembered the pain and cringed, and then started scrubbing harder. I rubbed the cloth in the pot of wax and then scrubbed harder, harder, I had to get it done, my life depended on it. I remembered what he’d said:
“One more failed job and your slog chow.”
I worked as hard as I could. Rub, wax, rub, move forward, rub, wax, rub, move forward.
I’d almost finished when I spotted his reflection.
“Not finished again, I see,” he sneered.
“Please, Danjre, 10 more minutes, I’m almost finished!” I begged.
“Yes,” he replied, “Yes, the key word in that sentence is almost. I gave you an hour. It has been an hour and 5 minutes. I think you’ve had long enough.”
“Please, Danjre, 10 more minutes!”
“You can have ten minutes, but I doubt you’ll get much work done in that time.”
He raised his gun, and I bolted.
I was barely down the corridor when I heard the overhead speakers cry out “attempting escapee heading down corridor 15T. I repeat, renegade heading down C15T.”
I ran, turned left, ran, turned right. Forward. Right. Forward. Left. Left. Right. Left. Left. Right. Right. Wham, strait into a BB slig. I bounced off him and landed on my butt. Without speaking, he raised his stun gun till it was level with my face.

I woke up, gasping.

President Martor
I had arranged a meeting with Xalarr. He would be allowed 5 minutes to search through his belongings, then we would meet, each of us either side of a bullet and acid proof screen.
He came in with a tube of fizzing green… stuff.
“Tarnt.” He breathed. “The elixir of life.”
“Elixir?”
“Only experimental. Can’t keep a body alive yet. But it can store the spirit of its host.”
“In English please.”
(note: he did not really say English, he said the name of his language, but it’s close enough)
“If I injected some of this in to your blood stream, when your body died, your thoughts, memories, your brainwaves, would be stored in this. Then all this could be injected in to another body and you would have complete control over that person.”
“With that?” I asked in awe.
“not this, this already has a spirit in it.”
“Anclarrr?”
“That’s the one.”
I smiled. “Maybe Splat will turn out more than just a problem.”
“We’ll use him for Anclarrr?”
“Oh, no my friend. Make some more of that stuff. We’ll use Splat for me.”


not my best really, had a bit of a struggle with the end, bit still, you can't blame me for tryin. What? They can? aw, great...

[Splat]

This looks bad, EVERYONE HAS FORGOTTEN ABOUT ME!!!

Man, if the following doesn't draw attention, nothin will!

(Oh, and I know my drawing isn't great. It didn't come out very well on the scanner either. THe seemingly black hole above the laquameacy's 10 eyes is its mouth which is lined with teeth all around the inside.)

[Seargentbig]

I've been trying to reply, but my internet has been acting up lately. I hope it's ok now.
Consier this my reply.

[Splat]

Bout time to... heheheh! glad I finally got one, now where's NP went you want him?

2 DAYS TO GO, THE QUEST FOR ORB IS COMING! BE AFRAID, BE VERY AFRAID!

[Splat]

Ok, I have so had it waiting for a second reply, so I'm gonna post with just one. thank you Searge, I'm glad you still like readin my stories. All my other "fans" should be feeling aproppriatley guilty.


Chapter 18

Splat
I woke up. The first thing I took in was that I wasn’t really in a long, winding steel corridor, I wasn’t 10 years old (5 in mudokon years) and I wasn’t just a mudokon. I was in a bizarre, steaming swamp with a gentle smell and music that made me want to fall asleep, I was 15 (7and a half in mudokon years) and I was a scrabaromitoken.
And there was a sleeping laguateeny beside me and a different adult laguameacy sitting, watching me.
“You had dark dream.” It said,
“Yeah.” I replied, confused.
“You seem scared in sleep. There is something troubling you greatly.”
I decided to change the subject, I didn’t like talking about my past. “Where are we?”
“In the peace marshes.” It declared. “There are thousands of doors, wells and spark-arches here, and anyone here could get lost without a guide.”
I stared at him, surprised by this long and detailed speech. Weird for a laguameacy. It even seemed to recognise my look because it said, “I have learnt much, living here. Dreams have shown me much and I often speak with masters. The air in this place can make a laguameacy sleepy, you are part laguameacy, I think.” I nodded. And he continued. “When lagua’s sleep here, they see dreams. Dreams show special things here. Sometimes future, sometimes express the dreamers worries, thoughts, problems.”
My dream had been different. Usually in my dreams I only saw the parts of scenes that I could remember. There seemed to be a lot of spaces where I couldn’t properly build the picture in my memory. But with this one it had been so detailed, I could see and feel everything so clearly. Instead of remembering pain, I actually felt it.
The laguameacy was staring at me, sternly. “If you see trouble and worry in your dreams you should try and solve the problem. Talk to others about it, or maybe, for you, write it down.”
Again, I was amazed by his complex speech.
“She,” It said, looking at that laguateeny, asleep on the ground, “She has good dreams, she has no worries that trouble her sleep.”
He bent down and picked her up in his claws and set her gently on my shoulder. Her claws curled round instinctively.
“We should go on.” I said, still trying to change the subject.
It gave me a hard look, but then motioned for me to follow it and walked in to a teleporter arch nearby, and pulled the lever. I followed it, deep in to The Peace Marshes.

President Martor
We’d lost track of Splat. Last clue we had was a disappearing aqua slig. The suit had been found, but it was empty. Maybe Splat had eaten it. But, really, who knew?
After that there was no record, Splat had vanished and nothing had been found for 4 days. I was worried, It was like the pause before the torrential rain storm where all the animals had run off to shelter. Foreboding and bad for business.
“On a lighter note, Abe’s still out of the picture.”
“Don’t talk like your one of us.” I demanded.
“Well, sorry! You know, after 20 (Oddworld) years of service, I would expect a little more respect!”
“After 20 years of service, 6 previous owners, including the great Mullock, may Odd rest his soul,” the hooded, floating figure in front of me snorted, “I think it would be appropriate for you to tell us your name and species.”
“Us? I haven’t seen a single other living soul since I arrived hear!” He turned his back on me and I growled, angrily. That guy ground my last nerve! I left him, thinking up all the ways I would love to kill him, and I would if he wasn’t such a valuable source of information. But he treated all his owners with as much respect as if we were mudokons! He was even said to have repeatedly cheeked Mullock.
I stormed in to my office, caught my foot on the edge of my desk, fell over and landed on top of my waste paper basket, which someone had apparently recently used to dispose of there chewing gum. I cursed loudly, and then wiped my self against the desk, trying to get the gum off my clothes.
There was a knock at the door. “WHAT?!!” I shouted, angrily.
A slig whimpered, ran in, dropped a package on my desk, and ran like he had 15 scrabs after him. I shrugged, slipped on my metal arms, and opened the parcel. I struggled through the paper and found a layer of bubble wrap! I got through that and found a test tube full of blue gunk and a note, written in Xalarrs handwriting, and reading:
A little something to hold yourself in. (slip in a nail clipping or nose hair and It should turn green.)
I smiled, darkly…

[The Red Muse]

Okay now--- this fic is getting a wee bit scary...

Great work, you never cease to amaze me!!

*waves The Flag*

[Seargentbig]

Ooohhhh... mysterious green-turning thing...
I wonder what it is...

[Splat]

Uh, Searge? I explained in chapter... 17.
And Red... YAY! I GOT 2 REPLIES! YYAAYY!! THANK YOU RED MUSE! (and the seargent of course )

So here is your reward, chapter 19!

Chapter 19

Splat
I spent 2 nights in the peace marshes, and I hope I never will again. Both nights I had dream after dream. Haunting memory after haunting memory. I woke up every half an hour gasping and sweating and wishing I could die to stop the dreams.
The Laguameacy never brought it up, but when I woke up in the night I could see him watching me, and as he talked in the day, just about random stuff, he kept hinting about it. As if I didn’t have enough to think about. Like the vastness of the marshes.
The laguateeny that had been following me seemed to like the place as much as I hated it. My guide suggested that he stayed in the marshes until he grew up and I agreed, thinking the laguateeny would not enjoy wandering endlessly through Mudos.
The Marshes were a terrible maze! Every platform had a selection of about 2 or 3 transporters, a mix of wells, teleporters, and doors. The laguameacy told me we were taking the shortest route. Three days later we’re still in there!
He told me that “There are over 100,000 platforms in the marshes. And much more over a million links between platforms. These marshes were found just before the building of the temple. No one knows where they are, I think they’re not even in Mudos. The idea is that it would take over 50 years for a person to find his way through alone.” I wasn’t about to disagree with that! I was certain that I never would have found the way through alone. Especially when I found out that the platform with the passage to the next section of the temple was as normal as all the others.
I came through a low doorway to find a platform with another doorway, a teleporter arch and a well. I looked around and noticed the laguameacy was grinning evilly at me like he was about to pull some prank that I knew nothing about. Well, almost a grin. Laguameacies have no muscles in their lips so their facial expressions contain pretty much nothing but teeth!
Well anyway, I looked around trying to spot the great joke when he said to me “Go into the well.”
That was weird, he had always gone in before me, now he was sending me in first. But still, it didn’t make much difference so I jumped in.
The first strange thing I noticed about that well was that rather then going down, across, across, across, across, up and then shooting me out, it went down, down, down, down, down, down, down, tiny bit across, up, then shot me out. The second thing I noticed was I came out, not on a marble platform in the marshes, but in a tiny marble room.
I looked around the room while I waited. The only exit was through a small hole in one of the walls. I also noticed that in places rock stuck through the marble. I decided that the room was actually stone coated in marble. Anyway, I stood there for a bit waiting for my guide, then realised that he wasn’t coming. And I realised that I was almost at my goal, the remaining masters of the laguameacy temple. And I would have to take the last step alone.
I crouched down and rolled through the tiny hole. I rolled along a short passage and dropped down about a metre in to another low passage. I rolled down that for a few metres in to a small cave.
I stood up and looked around. Just another marble-walled cavern. There was a door set in the wall high up, with a selection of ledges that formed a route towards it.
Using a complex array of jumps, flips and hoists I scaled the ledges set in the walls and made my way up to the door which snapped open as I reached it. Weird, I thought, but shrugged and entered the dark passage beyond. I headed forward, turned left in to a dark passage, headed forward again, turned left again, took a couple of steps forward, and then found myself falling through a hole in the floor of the passage!
I only fell about 3 metres (a 2D screens width) before landing hard on my back. I jumped up, stared at the object in front of me and gasped.

President Martor
Mazia stood in front of me in my office. “First thing, why is it that you were called to my office 5 days ago, and you have only just arrived?”
“I was preoccupied,” he answered.
“Just because you’ve been promoted to Master slig, it doesn’t mean you have the right to disobey us.”
I waited for an answer and then decided one wasn’t coming so I moved on to the next point. “Well what about the damage you caused to the insides of the loading shaft?”
“I was chasing the terrorist, 0784556. He kept dodging my shots, they hit the insides of the shaft.”
“Mazia, I appreciate the reasons you have for hating Splat and wanting him dead (I involuntarily glanced at his empty eye socket and missing arm) but there are better ways of getting what you want.”
“Like what?” He asked angrily.
“Like waiting till you had him cornered and then stunning him.”
“He still would have gotten away, even if I hadn’t shot him until he reached the top door.”
“Maybe if you hadn’t been trying to knock him out with maximum pain and blasted the door-”
“MAYBE IF YOU’D TOLD US HE WAS FIREPROOF-”
“HE ISN’T FIREPROOF!”
“THEN HOW DID HE SURVIVE IT?”
“HOW SHOULD I KNOW, MAYBE HE HAD BEEN EATING FIRE FLUMPS!”
Then I realised. I turned on the intercom. “Fars? Have all the vending machines in L.H+H.P. emptied. YES I AM SURE! I DON’T WANT A SINGLE CONSUMER PRODUCT AVAILABLE IN THAT WHOLE FACTORY!”
I couldn’t believe that know one had ever realised! All that time we’d been selling Soalstorm Brew and Springles, we hadn’t just been bringing in profits, we’d been aiding terrorism and escape attempts!


Well, there ya go, now I hope some other people start replyin soon. (gee could I be dropping a hint?)

[The Red Muse]

Originally posted by Splat
And Red... YAY! I GOT 2 REPLIES! YYAAYY!! THANK YOU RED MUSE!

Heh--- I'm being loved !

Gotta say though---chpt. 19 is prob the best chapter of "Splat"!
It's pinkegobox for you!

I'd sing to you-- but my voice is way too horrible for anyone to listen---^___^

[Splat]

Pinkegobox? What the fuzz is that?

You thought 21 was good? I'm not tryin to sound smug, but I think I'm gettin better at writing all of a sudden. I'm really lookin forward to hearin what you think of chpter 21. It contains a very special feature, known only as fragments.

I would give you a sneak peak, but i'm tired and I'm feelin mean. Night!

[The Red Muse]

Originally posted by Splat
Pinkegobox? What the fuzz is that?

Pinkegobox= Pink Ego, in a Box. Also known as a Muse song, Pink Ego Box.

Congratulate yourself, because not everybody are awarded with the pinkegobox title.... !




...God... I do need a break...

[Seargentbig]

I haven't been replying as often as I would have liked (I.E:Every day) becauser my parents have gone to tazmania, and I was at my grandmothers house for about five days.
I like that latest chapter. I'm looking forward to this "fragments" feature in chapter 21.

[Splat]

So it's a good thing? Great! Cheers RM

Searge, don't worry about not bein able to reply, I haven't got that many chapters!

Anyway, I'm really busy this week cause it's the last week before half term ( ) so I have almost know free time. So...

I'm gonna post chapter 20! huzaah!


Chapter 20

Splat
I was standing in front of a large altar that filled half the room and stretched from floor to ceiling. It was shaped sort of like a featureless laguameacy head (with spikes on top). On the front were, perfectly and intricately carved, 2 life size laguameacies and a life size laguateeny. As well as that, thousands of laguameacy and laguateeny tribal marks. Clustered round the bottom of the altar were about 20 painted stone versions of laguameacies eggs. It was more than pretty impressive.
Then suddenly, the light in the room dimmed for no apparent reason, casting shadows around the room and making the altar seem a bit creepy… Then it started to seem even creepier as the altar started to glow. Then out of each of the 3 spikes on top rose an image, the ghostly figures of mudokons.
The three figures stared down at me, the suddenly, the one in the middle whispered, “He’s here.”
“Congratulations,” said the left, “now lets move on to more advanced stuff, 1+1 is…?”
Middle stared at him indignantly, Right chuckled quietly.
“Yeah, I’m here.” I stuttered with fear, “but, I uh, I gotta go… somewhere!” I spun round and looked desperately around for an escape route, realised the only way out was the door 3 metres above me, then sighed sadly, and turned to face the ghosts (and probable doom).
“Heh heh, no escape is there?” I said downheartedly.
“Escape? We’re not gonna hurt ya!” Said Middle.
I’ll call them C (left), D (middle) and E (right).
“Yeah,” said E, “we haven’t killed any other mudokons since we died, only sligs.”
“And Interns,” added D.
C - “And Vykkers.”
D – “And-”
“Yeah, I think he gets the idea, we only kill people who kill our beloved,” E interrupted.
“Man, would you can the whole “mystical spirit” thing?”
“Yeah, it’s more irritating than… something really irritating… (embarrassed silence)”
Then an argument broke out and I decided that maybe these ghosts weren’t as dangerous as I’d first believed. Watching the argument I realised that these were probably the “masters” that I’d been looking for (though I realised I had know idea why).
Anyway, I decided that as I had nothing better to do, I’d try and find a way of getting out of this room. But as soon as I turned around the argument stopped. “Hey, where you goin?” cried D.
I turned back round and answered: “No idea.”
E - “Then why are you going?”
D – “Yeah, there’s no point going if you don’t know where you’re going.”
C – “And no point goin anywhere if ya don’t know why ya goin there.
“Then I shouldn’t have come here in the first place.”
“Yes ya should of.” C added quickly.
“Yeah, besides, I know why you came here.” Said E mysteriously.
“How would you know why I came here? I don’t know why I came here!”
“There you go again with your “mysterious spirit thing”!” D complained.
“Yeah, can it already!”
“Could you please stop arguing, or I’ll leave.”
“No, NO!” The three of them gasped in unison. I looked up in surprise.
“Why do you want me to stay so badly?”
“Cause… cause you can help us.” Stuttered C. “You know stuff… stuff about sligs… and the other invaders. We need help, our laguameacies are bein slaughtered and we can’t do anything to stop it cause…”
“Because we don’t know anything about sligs, we don’t even know what there weapons are and why they are so dangerous.” Finished E.
“Guns?” I asked.
“No, dan-ger-ous. As in not safe!”
“I know what dangerous means.”
“Then why did you-”
“I interrupted. “So what, you want me to sit here and tell you all I know? Cause if you do, we’ll be here for a few days.”
“No, we have better ways of doing it.”
“Like what?”
“Like a mind-to-mind connection.”


Yaay! Half term is almost upon us!

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Really? Which term are you in now?
I have 8 weeks to go, but then, I'm in fourth term.

[Splat]

It's half term. A one week holiday in the middle of the term. the term ends a Christmas when I have a 2 week holiday. It's more simple than it may sound.
Anyway, I get tommorow off so I'm gonna write a few more chapters of Splat soon. Refresh my stock pile.

[Native Poser]

Awsome stuff Splat Keep it up!

[Splat]

YAY, NATIVE POSER IS BACK!!! AND I GOT A BANNER! YAAAAAAAY!

Anyway, in answer to your request NP, ok!

Chapter 21

Splat
Mind-to-mind connection. I really didn’t like the sound of that, but the three mudokons already seemed to have there minds made up.
“Wait a minute, this isn’t psychic is it?”
“We hate psychic power as much as the laguameacies do,” D told me.
“And as much as you do,” added E.
“Yeah, right, so which of you is gonna do this, or do you all or what?”
“I do it,” replied C, grinning manicly!
“Hehe, don’t you guys think it might be better if I just sit down and tell ya?”
“Relax!” Said D, “he’s the best mind-to-mind connector this side of ancient Pamos.”
“How many mind-to-mind connectors are there this side of ancient Pamos?”
“Just me,” Answered C, once again, flashing that manic grin!
He advanced towards me, till he was standing right in front me. Then he raised his hands and held them up, separate. I expected him to grab my head and hold it against his. Instead he turned his right hand and showed me the back of it. It had the mark of a laguameacy, like the one that had appeared on mine. I raised my hand to see if the mark was still there on mine, and as I did he launched his marked hand forward and grabbed mine.
His hand was ice-cold, it’s a ghost thing apparently! He raised our hands so they were between our faces. He closed his eyes, and as he did, mine actually started closing in time with his! I stood there, holding hands with a ghost and staring at the insides of my eyelids!
After a few seconds of standing there, I decided that this was stupid and was just about to pull my hand out of his, when…

Fragments…
Every cell in Splat’s body flared. Every thought he had, every memory, feeling, every thought, everything in his mind even remotely connected to Glukkons, sligs, vykkers, flashed before his eyes in the space of ten seconds. Flashes of Glukkons, Sligs, Vykkers, Master Sligs, Mudokons, Paramites.
His village in flames, the sound of gunshots, paramite screams, an aqua slig bursting out of the water while chasing after a laguameacy. Sharp pain in his back, the jeering of vykkers, A glukkon shouting in triumph.
And emotions. Hate, fear, anger, depression, desperation, the feeling of being completely lost and forgotten, distress, loneliness.
Everything in Splat’s mind even remotely connected to the glukkons and there forces. Then the images of the 2 people who mattered more to Splat than the rest of Mudos put together. One, he knew was dead. But the other he was sure was alive somewhere, waiting for a chance to escape, or for someone to rescue him…

Splat
I dropped to my knees, gasping. I had expected only knowledge to be taken, but the ghost had seen almost the full contents of the last 6 years of my life. Everything since my capture.
And so had I. I fell on to the floor in tears…


Ok, I'm done.

I GOT A BANNER YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!

[Native Poser]

Love the new banner Splat, and awsome chapter!

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Native Poser just said what I would have.

[Splat]

Very original Searge, just copy the person above... heheheh!


Anyway, next chapter.

Chapter 22

Splat
I gave in then. Tears saved from every moment of the last 6 years poured out of me. I had seen the worst parts of my life, things I’d tried to block out. It’d all come back to me with vengeance! In the end I ran out of tears, and looked up in to the eyes of the ghost who’d just shared the worst memories of my life. He stared at he in horror then gasped shakily, “The laguameacy in the marshes, he must have given you hell!”
I climbed to my feet, feeling weirdly relieved. I can’t explain it, just, I could now stop thinking about all those terrible things! They no longer haunted me so much. I saw the other 2 ghosts staring at us in curiosity and amazement. They just stared in silence, which I decided to break. “Hey, nice weather we’re having!”
All 3 ghosts seemed to break out of there trances. C, who had been standing next to me, staring in horror, whispered in my ear, “Sorry, I had no idea,” and flew up to join the others at the top of the laguameacy altar before I could answer.
“You’ve helped us greatly.” E proclaimed, “so we offer you something in return.”
“What could you give me?” I asked more viciously than I’d meant to.
“You’re part laguameacy.” Stated D.
“But the only things you have to show for it are wings and a hate for all things Psychic,” Added C.
“But there is another skill that laguameacies have.”
As he said this I felt my fingers and paramite feet tingle. Both parts of me were… becoming webbed! I had webbed hands and feet!
Then the tingling feeling started on the sides of my neck! I felt them with my webbed fingers. I had gills! “Whoa!” I gasped.
“That’s what we can give you,” Said D.
“Cool,” I said, simply!
“There is something else I can give you.” E told me. “Help with your quest.”
I growled quietly. The other 2 were right about his “mysterious spirit” thing being irritating! WHAT QUEST?!! But he went on. “The truck containing the 10 mudokons you are hunting for has left the Laquameety hauding and holding plant but instead of heading for the laquameety processing plant, its gone to Vykkers Lab number 377.”
I stared in amazement! Then said slowly, “Oookay, so then how do I get out of here?”
“Simple,” answered D, he pointed to a laguameacy head set in the wall. “put your hand inside and think of the place you want to go to.”
“Thanks.” I replied. I walked over to the head in the wall, and reached out for it. Then paused.
“Hey guys, what does the laguameacy mark on the back of my hand mean?”
“It means that there is something you can do for the laguameacies that no one else can do and will ever get the chance of doing.” Answered C.
“But you have no idea what it is?”
“No.” He said. “It could be anything, the opportunity could arise at anytime, in any way. But it’s said the mark will start to itch when your opportunity arises.”
Crud, I thought, scratching the back of my right hand viciously! Great, I was about to give up what could well be my last ever chance to save those mudokons and prove to the world that I was not a cannibal.
I sighed again and stuffed my hand in to the laguameacies mouth. “Somewhere where I can find out what the secret ingredient to laquameety is.” My body started to tingle as the marble room disappeared around me.

C
“That was really cruel telling him that.” D told me.
It was a good idea of Splat’s, giving us letters for names, as he didn’t know them.
“Yeah well, someone has to destroy the laquameety project, might as well be him. Besides, that guy could do with a good quest.”
“And saving those mudokons wasn’t good enough?”
“Nope.” I answered simply.
“But how did you know his hand was itchy?”
“Oh, easy, the mind-to-mind thing always makes ya hand itch after a few seconds,” I answered, scratching the back of my own hand.
E growled.
“Well, you do have to give him credit, it was clever, pretending that the mark of all assigned members of our tribe was so special,” Said D in my defence.
Oh well,” I said, “You to ready for a long, scary and very depressing yet slightly hopeful story?”
“Why?” Asked E suspiciously.
“Cause I was gonna tell you Splat’s.”

I'm 3 quarters through writing chapter 28 and now I've got writers block.

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Yay! Splat got half the weight of the world off his back!
But then again, the other half is threatenting to break it.