Exalmex

[Splat]

Cool, that was good, can't wait for the next chapter. You seem to like scrabs as much as i like paramites!

Are you an Animorphs fan by any chance? Just a feeling I got.

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You like paramites as much as I like scrabs? Weird, I like paramites more than I like scrabs.
As for the Animorphs fan part...
I have 61 of the 62 books, but I have read all of them.
Does that give you a clue?
My internet connection has been so faulty lately that I have been lucky to get as far as this thread. And I have finaly found out how to play Worms Armageddon on this computer, so I have not expanded on the story much. It is still coming, though!

[Splat]

Ah, i love that game, worms Armagedon, just another game my new computer won't run!
I don't get it, it runs microsoft office 97, why won't it run 2000 games?!

Anyway, I want a new chapter, get your computer fixed!!!

Man, you are a dedicated Animorphs fan, but are you as dedicated to Oddworld?

I just updated Splat, why aren't you readin it????

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I've given you a reply Splat, but for everyone elce:
My internet hasn't been the best lately, but it is probably fixed now so it should be ok.
The next chapter will comeas soon as I think it up.

[Splat]

Do you have writers block or something? You haven't posted in ages

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Damn! Someone unearthed this thread.
I guess I should write to this again...
Ok, The next chapter will come ASAP.

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Flintlocks: 3

I was halfway there. Three doors down, three to go. I entered what looked like the forth.
When I got to the next cavern, I was greeted by a blessing: No fleech sounds. I could, however, hear the sounds of an adult male scrab and…
Something else. It sounded like squeaks, like the sounds fuzzles make, but a scrab and fuzzles wouldn’t be in the same room for more then a few moments. Either one or the other would depart quite quickly, although in shreds. The one that remained depends on the number of fuzzles. That left me wondering what the sounds were. While I did, I examined the room I had just entered.
This one looked rather small, with no obstacles, creatures, and even only one wall. That was before I noticed the well not too far from me, and decided that this elevation was here for observation.
So, I walked up to the edge and looked down. I saw a patch of land with two small elevations at both sides and two levers on them. I also saw four wells, two on the lower elevation, one each for the higher ones.
I also saw the big scrab I had seen earlier, and a corpse.
That’s amazing, because when faced with food, a scrab will usually eat it all. I was baffled. The corpse itself was a half a scrab. Not a very pretty sight, as much of the innards had had a permanent job change to outards. I strained my eyes and thought I could see small orange dots crawling around the area.
What had happened I finally understood, from a card thrown up from the filling cabinet in my brain labeled: Scrab instincts.
The big male scrab had won a mate by being particularly strong, healthy, and red. After the, ahem, necessities were over, and the female gave birth, she soon became a source of meat for the male scrab. Only, however, when he was quite sure the eggs would hatch soon. When they did, the hatchlings had a protector and a food supply close by. The father would cripple any meat that wondered by for the hatchlings to finish off.
Right then, I really hated whoever made these puzzles up. This felt like a nearly impossible task.

There you go, at long last, flintlock 4. Sorry about the long, drawn out silence of this thread, but see how easy it is for YOU to create an Oddysee/Exoddus Temples puzzle for a character who, unlike Abe, can’t hoist or chant.
Yeah. Not easy, is it?

[Splat]

Finally!

Great chapter!

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*Sits and twiddles thumbs while he waits for another reply*

[T-nex]

YAY! Good story. Yup, it is kind of hard with all that puzzle thing.

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Ok, sorry fo the great load here. I won't do it again.

[Splat]

Man, I thought my PC wasn't loading the story properly! I refreshed about 3 times.

You shouldn't do things like that really though, it waists board space and upsets the mods. No a good idea really.

But anyway, I is annoyed! I want another chapter!

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Ok, ok... I'll write this this evening.
Happy? It'll be posted tommorrow.

[Splat]

good good! I'll see you then then.

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I've been cruel, horrid, evil and ugly.
But most of all I've been slow and lazy, Because I still haven't writen another chapter.
I'll just... dissapear from this thread until I feel I can show my face here again, and with another chapter.

I would, however, like to crongratulate, appolagise to, and thank you, the fans who are reading this, for CONTINUING o read this, and I assure you the next chapter will come as soon as it is writen.

[Splat]

See, I hope you now understand what it's like being an author and trying to keep up to date with your stories whiule on a tough deadline.
Maybe you'll be a little more understanding now when i get behind.
Well, I'm still waitn anyway

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Ok, finaly, I have the chapter! Thank you to Splat, who forced me to write it, and everyone else for reading!

This was dangerous. Not only would I die if caught by the adult, but I would die painfully at the scythes of the hatchlings. It would be like being ripped apart by… small, numerous, vicious fish found in tropical climates… only more slowly and painfully. And I had a feeling that the two wells didn’t regurgitate at the opposite sides.
I had no idea how I was going to do this, especially with the door by the scrabs.
After surveying the area for a while, I decided what to do, and jumped into a well.
I came out one of the wells on the elevation. Then I realized that if there were two levers, maybe I only needed to pull one to get out.
No luck. Once I pulled it, only one flint stone came down. The other was still ready to swing. No doubt by the other lever.
I could see the five scrab chicks now. They were like miniature versions of the adult, but they were orange, and their scythes were short, stubby and filled with teeth. Obviously because their feet were not yet big enough for them to dance on their food before eating it. Some of them also had a sharp lump on their stump scythes. This must have been an egg tooth, used for breaking the hard scrab egg. Some of them still had theirs, but others must have dropped off.
Firstly, I made a big wad of sticky web. Then, I jumped into the well. After a short trip, I found myself Facing the big male scrab.
I threw my wad to the floor in front of me and howled. The scrab replied, and charged.
I looked around. The scrab was charging at me at an amazing speed. The stench of rotting carcass was terrible. The four chicks were watching intently, learning…
Something about that last sentence bothered me. I replayed it inside my head.
The four chicks were watching me intently… the four chicks… the four… four…
Four! There were five scrab chicks!
That left me about half a second to wonder before the fifth took a bite at my leg.
The pain was more surprising than painfull. I twisted around, looking for who bit me. When the pain didn’t ease, I looked at my calf to se a small orange scrab holding on for dear life. I tried to shake it off, tossing this way and that, when I heard the worst noise possible at that time.
Shhhllluck!
I twisted again to see what the sound was. Because one of my feet appeared to be stuck, I fell over. Into my webbing.
Now, If only my foot had been stuck, I might get it out in time. But now that the rest of me was, I considered myself doomed to the scrabs.

How will Exalmex get out of this predicament? Find out with just two posts!

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Ok, I realise that some of you aren't here, and others don't realise that I am, but, nevertheless, I need fans, people!

[Splat]

cool! Very tense!

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Hmmmm...
I need another replier...
just one more...
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..-Is that too much to ask???

[T-nex]

NO!!! Of course it's not too much to ask!! And heres one reply more
Yup! You heard it a REPLY, R - e - p - l - y. And of course i love you story, that's why i am replying, right??

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Let there be story!
And there was story.

The worst possible situation to be in, an alpha scrab charging at me, hatchlings circling, and me stuck in the web I set to trap them. I could see no way out.
The alpha scrab hadn’t stopped charging at me just because I was at a disadvantage, oh, no. The thing was still charging at me, jaws gaping, muscles rippling. I could practically see Death right by my side.
I thought I was done for, but then I heard an even worse noise to hear at this moment.
“I found one!” said a voice. It must have been a slig, because then I heard gunfire.
It wasn’t a normal slig gun, because there was just one bullet. It hit the scrab in the torso. The creature slowed and staggered.
It was about a meter away from me when it fell. That much excitement was more than I needed.
The slig was on the elevation above me, but I was at such an angle to it that it couldn’t see me yet. I had to hide myself!
I could think of only one way. I drew back the point of my free arm and slashed myself along my side and hid my paramite face. The hatchlings were on me like a flash.
I couldn’t see, but I heard the slig say “Hatchlings and three corpses! Bonus!”, So my disguise must have paid off.
The slig went off to find others. As soon as I thought it was safe, I started throwing off the hatchlings. Being half-scrab, I healed fast and took a lot of pain, but I didn’t want to be devoured.
I hoped it would take a while for the slig to find someone. Between getting out of my web and fighting off the hatchlings, it took a long time to get out. Afterwards I went around pulling the levers. I was about to leave when I looked back at the tranquilized scrab.
The young scrabs had surrounded it, waiting for it to get up. I felt a pang of sympathy for them. When the alpha scrab was taken away for breeding, they would be too, but for meat. Packed with meat tenderizers and steroids until they were almost adult, to be slaughtered.
I got some web, put it down, and broke open the scab on my side. The hatchlings looked at me, but were more cautious this time. I waited.
Eventually, one of them charged at me. I tore off a bit of web and threw it at the scrab. It wasn’t too far, and got stuck. I carefully plucked it up with one of my arms, covered it in web until only it’s head was visible, and put it in my pack. Rinse and repeated four more times, and I had a shred of scrabs in my pack. I collected some meat from the dead scrab, and then left just as the whirr of mechanical pants began to sound.

There!
I hope you enjoyed yourself.

[T-nex]

GOOD!! But what will he do to the little, cuté scrabs, will he kill them?? Wil he

[Splat]

I'm guessing he'll set em all free into there natural habitat!

That's 2 replies dude, now it's ur turn!

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Hmmm. It's not ready yet. I'll need to make it ready soon.

[T-nex]

HEEEY!!! That's not fair!
I want story....

[Splat]

Have you ever tried to write a story T? It's harder to keep up with deadlines than youmay think. That's why the last chapter of The Quest for the Orb took so long. We don't all have enough free time to write a new chapter every day ya know! Just wait till you make a few more fans! Then you'll see!

[T-nex]

yes.. i have tried to write a story.... Just look in my banner.
And yes i know how hard it is to keep up the story, and actually. I only ment it as a compliment(my previous post). And i want you all to take your time on the storys, so it will get better and better AND BETTER.
And while you wait here, plese take just a little time at readin ZUZUs story and Chippis oddysee(I need some feedback).
And i will post a new chapter for Chippi's oddysee soon.

I love ya story, please keep it up

[Splat]

Ok. I meant to read your stories the other day but i hadnt got much time but i'll try at some point.

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Oh ye of faithful listeners! Here is the next chapter!

[Edit] Opps, I might need to add it to he post!

Flintlicks 4 (Phew, just two more. This is getting hard)

I walked out of the corridor into the hub absentmindedly, and it wasn’t until I looked down at the sound of a squachk that I noticed I had impaled a slig with one of my arms. I darted behind a rock, and then peeked out to see what had happened here.
My visor was greeted with the sight of a few marching sligs, wandering around aimlessly, chatting among themselves. It wasn’t a pretty sight. Some were sleeping – with their visors off. I cannot tell you in words how ugly they are. There were a few poppers around the place, but most of them were doing things like looking at maps and poking sticks into the cages that were placed around. The cages were mostly just plain steel, with a bar entrance. They were heavily reinforced. Gee, I wonder what they could be?
I looked at the nearest pair of sligs. They were consulting a map of the temple, the hub, the rooms coming from the hub – without much success, possibly due to the fact that it was upside down. I was wondering how even a slig could get a side-on map with a clear blue but at the top (Or, in this case, bottom) upside down when there became a tweeping from my backpack.
I immediately tensed. For some reason, however, they didn’t seem to care. On closer inspection of the place, I noticed that there were smaller steel boxes in the cavern. Every now and then, some tweeping would come from it. I was looking at one while it tweeped when suddenly it started shaking viciously. The sligs took notice and started cheering. It was over almost when it started, but when tweeping came from it again, there seemed to be one less voice.
After I watched for a while, I noticed that I had sliced an arm off the skewered slig and was feeding it to the scrab chicks in the backpack. They had stopped chirping, and were munching at their food. I decided to stop hanging around and go to the next chamber. Luckily for me, it was behind me. Stuffing the corpse in my bag, I turned and entered.

When I was inside, a pleasant sound greeted me. Or rather, no unpleasant sound greeted me. No fleeches, no scrabs. But I could hear laughter. Slig laughter. I looked around and found handing on the wall:
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| Restroom|
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This was obviously removed of all un pleasantries to make room for sligs. I think they backtracked past the point where they started there. This cavern looked surprisingly like the lab I was brought up in: a roof, definite doorways (Without doors, of course), almost furniture – like rock outcrops. This is crazy, because the muds that made this temple certainly weren’t going for the homely look. I heard some slig conversation from one of the next “Rooms”
“This is crazy. Why do they need guards in the restrooms?” Said a voice, obviously a slig.
“We’ve been over this before. The lever activates something that we don’t want activated – yet” said another slig.
“But there are plenty of them about the temple that haven’t been switched yet! And I want to cook something!” The first voice again.
This sounded like they were describing a flintlock. Apart from the fact that they were guarding it, this was good.
“Shut up already!” Says a third slig.
There was a pause.
“This is so-” The first voice began.
Thump. That sounded like it hurt.
“That guy is so annoying! I wish I could do more than knock him out” Said #3
A fourth slig –why is there so many!- said “”Have you heard of these slig steroids?”
“No” #2.
#4 continued, “They were developed by some vykker. They needed a soldier stronger than a slig or intern, especially with this Abe guy running around. It beefs ‘em up real good, so that the’re the size of a snoozer. They’re even developing a new gun for ‘em. A blitzpacker, I think.”
Scary. I hoped I’d never meet one of these beefed up sligs. What I heard next reassured me.
“The trouble is, they haven’t had a successful slig yet. Still in testing, ya’ see? But I’m gonna be one of the first to receive the treatment when it comes out.”
The sligs droned on. But I needed that flintlock!