Splat

[Splat]

Great, thanks for that boost of confidence Searge!

[Al the Vykker]

*Cracks knuckles*

Well its been a long time since Ive read splat, but I must say youve been doing even better in your writing while I was gone. Im sorry for the delay in giving you some feedback, but Im glad to see youve kept updating the story.

Oh and I almost forgot to mention, if you want to submit a piece of fan fiction do it through PM to me, try and copy and paste all the chapters in a word document to edit them. Then organize them in order of chapters, and submit in one pm to me, and I will judge from that PM.

Things will be easier when my email is fully restored, but for now I must do this by PM. I only have one right now and submissions will go through the 20th of November.

Anyways nice work again splat!

[Splat]

That's gonna be one looooong PM!

Anyway, that's 2 replies so...


Chapter23

Splat
This time everything went black, rather than white. For a few seconds my body tingled but then that stopped. But everything stayed black. It took me several seconds to realise that that was not because I was still being teleported but because the place I’d ended up in was pitch dark.
I took a step backwards and found myself against a wall. I groped round it, trying to find a door or a light switch. It turned out that it might have been better if I hadn’t bothered.
A shaft of bright artificial light entered the room from a gap that opened in the wall. As my eyes quickly adjusted I saw the silhouette of an intern appear in the light. It was a doorframe. The intern looked around and, unfortunately for it, saw me crouched down by a wall. It opened its mouth to scream but it was dead before it saw me move. (That reminds me of a really funny mistake in the Necrum mines where there’s this slig that you kill by turning on a drill. After it’s dead you hear it shout “what?” Just felt like saying that!)
I shoved the carcass into a corner and walked out of the storeroom. There was no one around that I could see and no cameras as far as I could tell. I crept down the hall until I came to a door and stuck my ear against it. I could hear voices coming from inside. I thought, though I wasn’t sure, but I thought that I heard the word, “laquameety” said.
I decided to check it out. I decided that the door wasn’t the best way to get in but amazingly conveniently there was a ventilation shaft just above the door. I decided to test my wings. I used more paramite thread to yank off the bandages covering them and flapped. Much to my joy, I took off the ground.
I flew up to the shaft and wrenched off the cover, and squeezed in. I found myself looking down onto the heads of 4 glukkons; one I recognised easily as the guy in charge of the lab where I was mutated. There was one that I think was the head of laquameety distributing and selling. The other 2 I didn’t recognise. I bent closer to listen to there conversation. I worked out that one of the unidentified 2 was the head of this factory. The other, the most dominant in the conversation, was, to my shock, President Martor, the guy in charge of the whole laquameety production, from researching to packaging.
I was looking at the guy in charge of the whole production, the guy in charge of research, the guy in charge of selling and the guy in charge of managing the ingredients. And it was the last one that I was most interested in, because he knew what all the ingredients of laquameety were, and he thought that it was impossible for anyone to be hearing his conversation…


Thank you Al for your attention. And I'll see you all in 2 replies time...

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One reply

[Native Poser]

Haha, good stuff Splat! Sorry I'm not around enough to reply more often.

[Splat]

That's ok, I'm glad you're not around to reply that often, I'm running short on chapters!
Anyway

Chapter24

President Martor
It’s common now to keep at least one ingredient of all of our products secret, especially something as rare as Kenarra Root.
“Do you know how much we’re losing from not selling laquameety in the L. H+H. T?” Shouted Nadamar. To this date I still don’t know why I hired him. The incompetent fool spent 12 hours a day whining and the other 13 feeling sorry for himself. (13 isn’t a miss-type, there are 25 hours in an Oddworld day.) It was a wonder that laquateeny got out of the processing plant!
“We’ve been losing a lot more than that in slaves.”
“How, may I ask, is stopping distributing Laquateeny going to boost the slave industry?”
It was Demana, head of research, who answered. “There were traces of fire-flumps in the truck that theoretically brought 0784556 into the L. H+H. P, and sligs who were perusing him through Anraar found Soalstorm Brew bottles left on the ground.”
“I can answer for myself Demana,” I said stiffly.
“My apologies President Martor,” he said, bowing.
“Well, I think this is a good idea.” Every pair of eyes in the room turned to stare at the usually disagreeable Kanzorr. “Yeah, you know, open new doors, view new horizons. Hey, we could try taking out the Kenarra Root!”
“We’ll have less of the sarcasm, you’re not the only person who wanted to be ingredient manager.”
“Just because your President of Lagua-corps doesn’t mean you can’t be sued for breech-of-contract.
“You won’t sue anyone if you are unfortunately involved in a fatal accident.
He took this threat to heart. “Well, I suppose it gives us chance to gather more Kenarra Root, we’ve been finding it hard to get enough now, we need to extend the mine backwards.”
“I’ll get some equipment shipped in,” Demana told him.
“Good, get it sorted, and Nadamar, be prepared to release laquameety the moment there is more information on the whereabouts of the rebels.”
“Yes sir,” he replied grumpily.
I was about to leave when Demana said “I’d like to talk to you privately for a moment, if I may President Martor.”
“Yes, of course. What about?”
“Uh, well, 0941/04-L: 231.”

Splat
The 2 glukkons walked to a door to a room at the back of the one I was looking down on. I wondered what they were talking about. That number was my lab-rat registration code that I had burnt in to my arm, I knew that they were talking about me. After a few minutes they returned.
“Well,” said Martor as they came back in, “I would like to go down to the mines and have a look at the Kenarra Root myself. Could you organise a train for us Kanzorr?”
“Yes, of course,” he answered, I noticed that, with Martor facing away from him, his eyes were glowing viciously.
But that didn’t really bother me, they had just given me the perfect opportunity to see these mines with this “Kenarra Root” stuff. I had no idea what it was, but I knew that if I was gonna destroy Laquameety, the best place to start was at the source…

[Native Poser]

Great chapter, Splats headed for the Kenarra Root mines!

[Seargentbig]

HOW did you ever think up 0941/04-L: 231? That must be one of the most obscure codes in anything!

[Splat]

0941 is the number of mudokons that were used in the Scrabaramitoken project before Splat. 04 means it was the 4th experiment conducted at the lab. L.231 means that it's the 231st vykkers lab to be built, based on when construction started.

Anyway, enough chitchat, chapter 25

Chapter 25

Splat
Most products have a secret ingredient these days. I already knew most of the Laquameety ingredients, Laguameacy meat, a few herbs that I can’t remember the names of (no root though), a slight hint of cocoa (another HYPER ADDICTIVE and really rare substance that was weirdly nothing like anything else on Oddworld) and the secret ingredient.
Kenarra Root was something I’d never heard of before. When Kanzorr, Demana and Martor left I wriggled out of the vent and flew silently down the corridor after them, keeping just around the corner or hidden in shadows as much as I could.
They eventually reached a small train station. I was to far away to hear what they said as they stood on the platform but Kanzorr turned and walked back towards me suddenly. I ducked in to the shadows and held my breath. He walked past me so closely that I could smell the nicotine on his breath. He was fuming with rage and muttering viciously to himself. After he passed I slid back down the corridor and stood just outside the station. After a few minutes a train drew up to the platform and Martor and Demana got on. I flew over and slid onto the roof. The train pulled out of the station and out of the factory.

President Martor
The train pulled up outside the mines and I could barely contain my excitement. But I knew I mustn’t show it, it would blow the plan completely. Demana and I slid in to our robo-arms and stepped out of the train.
I was annoyed to see some other glukkons waiting for us on the platform. I suddenly recognised their clothes and before they could say anything I said to Demana “You’ll have to go down alone for now I’m afraid. I’ll catch up with you in a few minutes.”
“Yes sir,” he replied and slinked off towards the mine entrance. I turned towards the glukkons.
“Sirs, I believe you want to talk about the removal of laquameety from the L. H+-”
“Yes, that and other things.” Said the Magog Cartel yellow-suit official.
“Please follow me into the train and we will talk.”
They followed me into the train until all but the last green-suited glukkon had entered. As he approached the door he glanced up. He seemed to see something and I immediately knew what. Oh, Odd, Splat, what are you doing? I thought. But then, thank Odd (or I did at the time), he looked at me before saying anything and saw me shushing. He looked at me confused, but then sighed in exasperation and stepped up into the train.
I sighed in relief; the trap had been set.

Splat
I sighed in relief, I was sure that glukkon had seen me! But it stepped in to the train and the door closed behind him. I took off towards the mine.
I found the entrance easily thanks to the slig sitting in a chair by the entrance ready to hand out a hard hat to everyone who went inside. He was whistling jauntily and didn’t hear me till I buried my jaws into the back of his neck. I grabbed a hardhat and headed through the entrance.
The cave was well lit with cheap electric lights and I couldn’t see or hear anything living. In fact, the only things moving were a flickering light and a couple of greeters. I took off my backpack and took out a small sealed tube. It contained mostly green liquid but with a slight red glow at the bottom.
The stuff inside only turned red when sligs were near. There were sligs on the lower floors of the mine. I guessed that they were probably guarding closer to the root. So dodging around the greeters, I made my way down through holes in the floor.
1 floor down, 2 floors down, 3 floors, 4, 5, 6. How many floors did this place have? I still hadn’t seen anything other than greeters but the now red and vibrating stuff told me the sligs were near. 7 floors. I was definitely close now. I lowered myself down a hole to the 8th floor down and the hole sealed above my head with a metal door! My heart sank as I turned around. I found myself facing about 100 sligs, forming a ring around the glukkon I hated most, Dr Demana, the maker of my mutated body.


To be continued, MWAHAHAHAHAHAUGHE ACH, AHC! I think i swallowed a fly!

[Seargentbig]

Originally posted by Splat
0941 is the number of mudokons that were used in the Scrabaramitoken project before Splat. 04 means it was the 4th experiment conducted at the lab. L.231 means that it's the 231st vykkers lab to be built, based on when construction started.

Oh, yeah. I think you mentioned that before somewhere.

[Native Poser]

Awsome, story's is gettn' good! *Claps Splat on the back, trying to get the fly out*

[Splat]

!Thanks for that NP, I'm on a school computer at the moment so you'll have to wait til tonight for the next chapter, sorry !

[Splat]

New rule people, as I haven't had time to keep updating my chapter stock, the rules are now one chapter a week at best. Sorry guys but you're not givin me time to keep up!

[T-nex]

I've just read the hole story now.... Good news, you have one fan more right now

[Splat]

Yay! Thanks T!
Anyway, it's been about a week now (maybe not exactly but who really cares?) so here ya go, chapter 26!

Chapter 26

Dr Demana
“So, we finally meet again 0784556, I was hoping we’d meet,” I said.
“I would say the pleasures all mine, but I believe lying is wrong,” 0784556 answered.
I wasn’t phased. I had been more exited than worried when I’d heard of his escape. It was so enthralling, seeing something I’d created doing so much damage and showing so much power. The experiment had been a massive success. 0784556 had taken out half a building and maybe 100 guards, including a master slig. Then he’d escaped and shortly afterwards survived a long chase through the L. H+H P. with my favourite master slig and even managed to crack the bizarre ancient locking system of the temple. Then had sneaked into a top security building. He’d shown amazing initiative and strength. I was proud
“So 0784556, do you know what you were made for?”
He sighed before answering; “The scabaramitoken and red skin projects were both to make bigger, better mutant security guards. And my name is Splat, not 0784556.”
“I don’t give a damn what your mudokon name is, I shall call you what I please. But I do admire your initiative, you have learnt a lot.”
“I knew all that before I left.”
“How much do you know?”
“Enough.”
“How much is enough?”
“I can explain in at least some detail all the experiments that took place in that lab up to red skin.”
“Again, you amaze me 0784556!”
At that point one of the sligs behind me cursed loudly. A couple of seconds later Mazia was in front of he handing what looked like quite a bit of money to Splat. “What’s that for?” I asked.
“A bet,” Mazia told me, glaring at me with his one good eye. Then he explained, “0784556 bet me that I would here his prisoner code more times than I expected. I expected to here it 3479 times. You just made the 3480th.”
“Wow!” Splat remarked, “I’m that famous?”
“Yes,” Mazia said simply before turning back and getting in his position in line.
“Well, anyway, I’m glad you’re making yourself at home 0784556 but we really should be getting on with business.”
“What business?”
“The reason we brought you here instead of killing you in the lab.” I could feel a smile creeping round my lips. Mudokon simple mindedness is a wonderful tool. And I couldn’t wait to say the next line on my lips.
“Why did you bring me here?” Splat asked, his voice full of suspicion.
“To do what we should have done weeks ago.” I stepped aside to reveal a slig holding the heavy metal helmet. “We’re going to brainwash you!”
2 sligs that had been hidden behind 0784556 grabbed him by the arms and shoulders.

[Seargentbig]

Oh, no!
Splat's gonna be brainwashed!
How will he ever be able to get away???

[T-nex]

IIIIIIIIIH! He must escape!!!
Well, it's good anyway... But if he get brainwashed, then i'll come after them ...
MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA

[Splat]

Hey Searge, who said he gets away? You're gonna have to wait 6 more days to find out anyway, so don't get to into it.
Still... As I'm feeling particularly nice (or mean) here is a couple of short quote's from the next chapter...

...I could have kicked something if that wouldn’t have resulted in 800 bullet holes in my stomach!...

..."Crud!” I said, sounding exasperated...

...“Oh won’t I?...


You wanna know what happens next then? Well You're just gonna have to wait...

[T-nex]

...I could have kicked something if that wouldn’t have resulted in 800 bullet holes in my stomach!... Oh God!! I would like that chocolate... And now i'm not gonna get it....

"Crud!” I said, sounding exasperated, "I need that chocolate.."
"You won't get that chocolate"
“Oh won’t I?...

[Splat]

Uh... not exactly how it goes but... very... creative!

*claps quitely*

[Seargentbig]

T-nex? That was just weird.

[T-nex]

Weeeee!!! I'm wierd....
Well, i can't wait for the next chapter, and i think that it should be named:



the chocolate

[Splat]

Fine, fine, just for you. Chapter 27 is now entitled The Chocolate. No chocolate included though, I'm afraid! I've had this chapter planned out from the very begining and it's to late to change it now! In fact, I could have told you the entire contents of the Kenarra root mines before i wrote chapter one (though back then I would be using Xalarr instead of Demana).

Well anyway, enough of my rambling, I'm sure you all just want to know how Splat gets out of this one, so here ya go,

Chapter 27, The Chocolate!

Splat
If there hadn’t been 2 sligs holding me from behind I probably would have bashed my head against a wall. I’d been so stupid! I’d walked right into the trap! I could have kicked something if that wouldn’t have resulted in 800 bullet holes in my stomach!
“What’s wrong Splat?” Mazia taunted, “No smart comment now! Dental appointment been cancelled?”
He was loving every moment of it. And it was driving me up the wall! The slig with that massive helmet was advancing towards me.
“Oh don’t worry 0784556, it’s painless,” Demana informed me, “just like dying really.”
I don’t know what triggered it but right then I had an idea. “Oh well, you could do worse things.”
“Like blowing you up you mean?”
“Oh yeah, just kill me. I’m still dead. At least with the brainwashing thing I can’t see exactly what you’re making me do.”
Demana twigged, “But if you were possessed…”
“Crud!” I said, sounding exasperated. I watched Mazia’s eyes light up.
“Sir,” He said, addressing Demana, “I could-”
“No, master sligs are to valuable, your possession skills are only supposed to be used to temporarily control hosts. I’m not letting you waist a perfectly good body!”
“Please Sir, you could give the suit to someone else.”
I’d never seen Mazia so desperate! He must have really hated me to get on his knees before Demana! Demana was looking stubborn. “Don’t worry Mazia, I’m sure De-maniac will let you turn the knobs on the helmet.”
Demana’s face contorted with rage as I called De-maniac.
“Please Sir, it’s no where near as risky as the brainwash. There are other master sligs but if you destroy 0784556 you will have lost all of Xalarrs research.”
Demana looked almost convinced but I decided to just make sure. “Give it up Mazia, De-maniac isn’t gonna change his mind!”
“Oh won’t I? Mazia? You may possess it!”
Mazia grinned at me like a maniac! Then he advanced and stopped about 3 metres in front of me. “This is it Splat. The end of our little fight. And guess who won?!”
“Never celebrate victory until victory is yours.”
He laughed manicly and began to chant.
Immediately I felt the rage from the psychic energy around me coming on, oh how much I wanted to fry him! But I knew I had to resist it. It was hard, both laquameacy me and mudokon me wanted to see him as a little pile of ashes. But I knew that if I killed straight away I would be dead myself before I could gloat. I had to save the rage. But it was hard; it rose up inside me like a tidal wave. And with every second the mad energy inside me tripled in strength! I knew then that I couldn’t hold it, I was gonna fry Mazia and then be shot, I wasn’t strong enough. But then I felt a sort of pressure inside of me. Like there was someone there, helping me. The paramite part of me was helping me fight it! It reassured me and helped me fight the rage. But too well. I saw the flashing lights that had surrounded Mazia suddenly come flying towards me. I was too late! I was gonna be possessed. I gave in and so did paramite me. And at that point I realised the power of my rage. I felt my chest explode as 8 extra limbs burst out. My head expanded, and next thing I knew Mazia was a pile of ash on the floor in front of me. Then I focussed on the other sligs. Slig after slig after slig after slig were reduced to ash. I could actually sense that I wouldn’t kill them all. 3 of the creatures around me would survive.
After almost a minute I felt the power drain out of me. I shifted my wait on to my paramite legs and jabbed back with my scrab legs and crippled the 2 sligs behind me. They dropped to the floor and I shred powered them. Now Demana was the only bad guy left standing. I gave him a jaunty grin, “Bet ya didn’t know I could do that!”

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Woohoo!
He got out of it!
"The scene of the crime"
Or, as the french say:
"Le scene of le crime"

[Splat]

It's Saturday, which means it's... new chapter day!
Exept, i explicitaly remember rudely demanding 2 posts! And, let me count, 1, (thanks Searge) and... Where's number 2? Well, you don't reply, i don't write, sorry



Where are my fans when ya need em?

[Al the Vykker]

Im here Im here. Dont think Ive forgotten about you. :P

Make sure if you want to next month, also submit Splat for the second Fan Fiction contest.

The results of november's competition should be announced by me next week or so but I need time to fully read over the stories a couple of times, and get some second opinions, etc.


Anyways, always a pleasure to read your stories Splat. Honestly my friend.

[Splat]

Thanks Al, good to know you like my fics.

Alright, that's 2 replies so you can expect a new chapter on Saturday. Thank you all!

[Esus]

this is a good story, I'm liking what I've read, and I must congratulate you on your sig as well, its really good.

[Splat]

Ok, 3. And i'm glad you like Esus.

Well, I think you've all been waiting long enough (though it wouldn't of been so long if you'de all posted in the first week) so here it is at last.

Chapter 28

Splat
“H-h-how d-did you do th-that?” Demana asked, sounding like a mental defect! (Note: I don’t mean to offend anyone by that)
“It’s a laguameacy thing. So anyway, where’s this Kenarra Root stuff?”
“You expect me to tell you?”
“Yes, I do.” I took off my backpack and took out the fire flumps and a bottle of Soulstorm Brew. “Now, fire, fart or shred? Which do you think?”
“You can’t kill me!”
“Why not?”
“Because… (Awkward silence) because if you kill me you’ll never find the Kenarra Root.” He looked confident.
I laughed. “You know there’s a big sign behind you labelled “KENARRA ROOT THIS WAY, RESTRICTED ENTRY ONLY”?”
He turned round. “Oh, yeah, heheh, “PLEASE DON’T KILL MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
“That’s really annoying.” He stopped screaming. (Ooh, de ja vou!) “So, you ever tried fire flumps?”
He shook his head.
“They make you fire and heat proof.”
“They also have 2 side effects, they make you drowsy and after eating them repeatedly for a long time they’ll start causing partial lack of sight.”
“I didn’t know that.” I put the flumps back in my bag. “And I’ve never really liked Brew, guess that means we’re back to basics.”
I called up shred power and advanced on him.

President Martor
“What was that on the roof?”
“The terrorist, 0784556.”
“WHAT! WHAT WAS HE DOING ON THE ROOF?!” Screamed Mr Yellow-suit.
“Oh, we’ve just set a little trap for him. He’s gonna get a warm welcome from Demana once he gets down into the mines!”
“Martor, you…” He seemed lost for words. Like he couldn’t decide whether it was stupid or brilliant.
“Take a seat,” I suggested, ending the silence.
“Ok, this business about removing all products from L. H+H P.”
I cringed and prepared to give an explanation. I was a bit surprised though, when he said:
“Genius! Absolute genius! I’m amazed that no one realised before! Especially with all those empty wrappers left lying around and the mysterious sightings of casually drifting farts in the Brewery and Fee Co. just before Abe did his stuff. This all looks good on your record, and if you do manage to catch Splat in the mines…”
I looked at him hopefully. He seemed to be waiting for me to say something. “Well, uh, Demana, he hel-”
“HA! You don’t have to pour on the modesty for us! He can take over your position here. Ya know, if you do catch Splat today, you might be on the same level as myself!”


But Splat wasn't captured... or was he?
Only one way to find out... SO GET REPLYIN ALREADY!!!

[Seargentbig]

Whoohoo! Last week o school for me! Do you know what would make it so much better?
Having another chapter of Splat, You ungrateful non-repliers!