Dante's Exoddus

[odd chick]

Wow, it's starting to reach its peak!! I can tell the ending is going to be fantastic! Nice work, Dave. I have no critique because it's great already!

[Munch's Master]

Me waiting. Hurry, update! I'll have put up a chapter in about 5 minutes after posting this, so please update! I can't wait for the next chapter. 82 is it?

[Dave]

Yeah, sorry, I lied. When I said "tomorrow" I meant "when I feel like it."
No. It's chapter 81.

Chapter 81

8:00
Okay. I was in the mudokon living quarters. There were five living blocks in this zulag. Two on the bottom level, one on the middle level, and two on the top level. It was set up so that I could see from the ground floor all the way up to the top block. The catwalks outside each block were narrow and lacked railings. Ladders led up and down to each floor.
Each block had fifty chambers, generously called “apartments.� Five mudokons were assigned to each block, and were each supposed to clean each “apartment,� wash each “blanket,� flip or replace each mattress, and check the light bulbs. This task usually took all day… but each night, every mudokon went to sleep in a clean room.
The doors only opened twice a day: when the work day began and when the work day ended. I didn’t have time to call Druna for the glukkon morph, so …
Aha! My shrykull power!
I slapped my palms together and … for a few moments, nothing.
Then, Odd must’ve taken pity on me, for the Shrykull awakened and somehow knew what I needed to accomplish. Blue rings sang out from me and obliterated the doorways, undoubtedly terrifying the mudokons inside.
As soon as I reverted to my mudokon body - and the urge, the unmistakable lust for that power, just to do it once more, began to shake through me - I began to whistle frantically.
The mudokons tentatively poked their heads out from each block, unsure if it was safe to leave their stations.
“All o’ ya! Follow me! Follow me! All o’ya! Hello!� Frantic.
The mudokons decided it was okay. They poured out and slid down the ladders. Within a few moments twenty five more mudokons were gathered around me.
I grinned. “Hi!�
They all shrugged. A few confused “Hellos� came back.
Whatever. I began to chant, focusing again on the new settlement… and the portal opened.
Ten seconds later, I had a refreshed Shrykull power pulsing through me. I was feeling giddy. Only one more zulag to hit, then it was off to the boilers. Yes. I was going to do it!
I would have to become a glukkon to operate the ball car again. I moved to the ball car at the far end of the corridor, and as I jogged, I contacted Druna.
{Hey! I’m almost through! I’ll need the glukkon morph again!} Joyous.
And relief swarmed me from Druna. {Glad to hear you’re okay, Dante. Go get ‘em!}
I reached the ball car and morphed. I stepped inside and was about to press the button that would put me in contact with the slig that could control the ball car remotely when I had a
[VISION]
vladimir and icarus are in a special security station in icarus’s suite. they are watching a monitor that shows a mudokon begin to chant … and become a fully dressed glukkon.
Vladimir’s eyes widen. “that’s the glukkon that came down from vykker’s labs before it blew up! and to think it was a mudokon all along….� a pause. “say… that can’t be … is that the mudokon we’ve been after?�
[/VISION]
No.
No, no, no.
Not cool.
They were on to me.
There was no way I was going to be let to Zulag Nine now.

[Havoc]

NOO!!! Cliffhanger!! *dies*

[Splat]

All is lost! And I have a sneaky suspision as to why there's no wrd of a sequel.
Come on Dante! Come on Dave!

[odd chick]

I don't mind cliffies. They make me more eager to see the next part. This is coming together very nicely and it's starting to feel complete. I can't wait to see what else happens-keep it up!!

[Munch's Master]

No, damn cliffhanger!! This is the best/worst cliffhanger yet, however you wish to view it! I need a new chapter, I need to know what happens!!

[Dave]

Guess what, sportfans?
I've finished the story:
I'll post a chapter a day all this week, except for Friday. The last chapter will be posted on Saturday, in celebration of my birthday.

Chatper 82

5:00
Okay, not time to panic. I might still be able to pull this off…
Oh, who am I kidding? There’s no way.
But … No. I’d come too far to just resign myself to death. If I were to die, I’d take as many with me as possible.
I switch back to my mudokon body. They already knew I was on the loose, and I could move faster as a mudokon than a glukkon at this point. I forced the door to the ball car open and lurched inside. I turned to the control panel. Still dark and unresponsive.
How to do this? I began to frantically look around the inside of the car for some kind of switch or lever … no, more likely a switch. Glukkons had to operate this, too, from time to time.
And … so small and unobtrusive that one would only find it if they were looking hard, there was a small red button lined with yellow and black stripes low down on the wall. Emergency Only! was the label.
I grinned and pressed it. A siren began to blare, clashing terribly with the already constant alarm floating through the air. But, the control panel lit up.
I quickly mashed the Zulag 9 symbol - a drawing of glukkons chatting at a table - and the ball car chugged miraculously to life.
I began to stretch and shake. Almost time. If I was right, the entire board of directors would be inside the main office, likely discussing what to do about me. So I would leap out and unleash shrykull before any of them knew it was coming.
A brief
[VISION]
there is a slig at a control board. he is playing with different buttons. at last he looks up at the glukkon, icarus, standing over him.
“i can’t override the emergency controls,� the slig moans. “we can’t stop him!�
icarus and vladimir begin to panic.
“i’m getting my ass to my office where it’s safe!� icarus proclaimed. and he turned to do so.
vladimir, meanwhile, looked contemplative: his cigar was shifting from one side of his mouth to the other.
“hey! come here!� he barks at the slig at the panel. they move off to a well concealed teleporter, shaped like a glukkon. they stand in the opening, and vladimir shouts “do it!� at, presumably, the machine. he and the slig disappear in a flash.
[/VISION]
vision came to me, and I knew, at least, that Vladimir and Icarus would not be present.
---
1:00
The ball car reached Zulag nine, and the door slammed open just as the timer mounted inside the car struck the one-minute-mark.
And a new alarm began to ring. It was nearly deafening, and it was accompanied by a flashing red light that bathed the entire room.
Move! I ran out of the ball car and down the short hallway to the next door. I knocked it in and sprawled into the boardroom.
I had a queer sense of déjÃ* vu that almost distracted me enough to get me killed. It was too much like the first time I had busted into Zulag Nine. The main room, the Boardroom, had five doors ringing the far walls, all possibly leading to glukkon suites and offices (one, I knew, led to a bathroom).
And there were nearly twenty glukkons in here. They were initially surprised by my sudden burst into the room, but soon had collected themselves enough to begin shouting.
“Kill ‘em!�
“Get ‘im!�
“Get outta here!�
“Help!�
“Do it!�
Sligs were already pouring into the room. Let them come.
I clapped my hands together and felt shrykull erupt out of me.

[Dave]

Chapter 83

0:50
With the entire Board of Directors … retired, a new alarm began to blare. My ears would begin to bleed soon, if I couldn’t find a way to shut them off.
This new alarm must have caused a panic in the mudokons behind the far doors, because four of the five clanged open. Twenty mudokons poured into the boardroom, shouting, crying, covering their ears, causing a general ruckus.
“All o ya!� I cried as loud as I could. But to no avail; I couldn’t even hear myself.
Then I realized that I could whistle. No way a mudokon would possibly not hear another mudokon whistle.
I took a deep breath and whistled the few notes that meant “Everybody listen!�
I had their attention!
0:40
I tipped my head quickly to the side, cracking my neck, and began to chant again. My body was beginning to ache again, only having been temporarily restored by the SoBe earlier.
A bird portal tore itself into the space near me, and twenty mudokons streamed through.
With the shrykull power recharged, I hurried over to the one unopened door in the boardroom.
0:30
Inside was a large, unbelievably luxurious room that hardly fit with the rest of the factory’s design.
At the far wall, a glukkon figure in a shimmering red suit stood hunched over something. Icarus. I immediately began to tiptoe over to him. The last five mudokons in the facility were still in here, currently scrubbing floors.
It occurred to me just then that hey, this is the only zulag where poison gas wouldn’t be released. Why should I take my time?
But then I realized, wait, what if Icarus is trying to turn off the gas release? That would mean … Right! My vision had shown Vladimir teleporting somewhere else in the facility. And it would be terrible if he were to die (not to mention, I would have to return to Zulag Ten later to blow up the boilers, and if poison gas was still in the air, I’d never make it).
I came up behind him and looked around his side. It looked like a voice lock, but the general din was making it hard to be heard.
0:20
At long last, Icarus uttered the words “Do it!� during a space of silence in the blasting alarms.
A very mechanical voice made an announcement. “The program spring_cleaning.exe has been overridden. Repeat, the program spring_cleaning.exe has been overridden. You have saved 2,500 moolah on replacing mudokon labor, and 10,000 on replacing the poison gas. Congratulations! Have a nice day!�
Aha! So he was turning off the poison gas. At this point Icarus heaved a sigh of relief. I almost did, too, giving myself away. Icarus had no idea I was there yet.
Icarus pressed his face on a screen over the voice lock, revealing a computer terminal. I could still read it fine.
A message was flashing on the screen. It read “Urgent Bulletin!�
I heard Icarus grunt. It was obvious: he already knew things were going to hell. He muttered “Open message,� and the screen changed.
I saw the cigar drop by the side of my head. It had fallen out of Icarus’ mouth.
There was an automated message on his screen:

I smiled to myself. Despite the humorous grammar in the message, sending all sligs out to find the mudokons would be a joke: there weren’t many left at all.
Icarus spun around - the other way, so I was still unseen - and counted the mudokons in the room. There were five. After a moment he did the math … and cried out. “How did this happen?!�
I couldn’t help it. I laughed.
Icarus whirled upon me, and I was already reacting. I pulled my arm back and laid a solid punch right in Icarus’ face. He fell to the floor.
I was moving before Icarus could stand. I knelt and tore his jacket open. Underneath was a withered and weathered looking body: limp, lifeless legs and a scrawny chest.
His legs began to twitch … and I realized with some pity that he was trying to move them and grab at me, since his arms were still confined by his suit.
Without a word I stood and planted my foot on his chest, and pressed down. The gluk began to scream, and I pressed harder. After a few moments I felt his body give way, and it crunched under my foot like a bag of sticks. Icarus’ eyes flickered for a moment … and went out.
The mudokons shout for joy. They surrounded me in a flash, and hoisted me on their shoulders.
“Guys, guys!� I whistled. “Put me down, I’ve gotta free you.�
The mudokons complied. One asked me if I was coming with, or were there any mudokons left.
I shook my head. “You guys are the last. I still have to rig up the boiler to explode. I’ll catch up eventually.�
The other mudokons nodded enthusiastically. They wished me luck, and I sent them home.
Almost done. It was a close call, but all there was left to do was set off the boilers. And without anyone left in the factory, I could have free run of the place!

[Havoc]

*Starts exciting ending music to go with the the last few chapters*

Nice! I loved these! Almost there eh? I can't believe we have to wait till saturday to see the ending! .
Ah well. GO DAVE! GO DANTE!

[Splat]

Guess what, sportfans?
I've finished the story:
I'll post a chapter a day all this week, except for Friday. The last chapter will be posted on Saturday, in celebration of my birthday.

Uh huh, ever get the feeling someone is giving you a hint?

Anyway, great chapters, finally got em all out! Well, Dante's doing better than me already. Though blowing things up is my masters department! MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Heh, keep going Dave, great story, if only I was as efficient a writer as you! How do you find the time?

[Dave]

How do I find the time?
Well, college life is not as exciting as I expected. But that's only because I don't drink or do drugs, and so have not introduced myself to the drinkers and drug-doers on my floor.
Between classes, studying, work, and my lady-friend, I ... still have a lot of time left over.
But its a good thing I've finished writing this. Every spare minute I have from now until Monday morning I need to spend studying for my history final. I probably won't, but ... meh.

[odd chick]

Oooh, this is honestly shaping up perfectly. I can feel the climax starting to come up really really soon (if it hasn't already. ). It's a shame we have to wait until the ending, but that's ok because it might give you time to look it over and make sure that it's the way you want it to be.

[Dave]

IT'S ALMOST OVER! (said Strong Bad)
Shortish chapter.

Chapter 84

I returned to the ball car and, now that Icarus had restored main power, rode it easily to Zulag Ten, the detention hall … and location of the boilers.
I marched uninterrupted through the zulag. In the boiler room - still as stiflingly hot as ever - I sought out a control panel.
Aha! In plain sight, at the far wall. I jogged over. I was getting antsy, I needed this to be over with.
Thankfully, the terminals were still operational. I found the display easily enough. A pressure gauge, marked on the left with green, in the middle (where it now was) with yellow, and on the right with red, appeared on screen. I moved the cursor over to the control and slid the dial up into the red.
A prompt came up. “Initiate changes?� it asked. I clicked “Yes.�
A warning next. “WARNING! If these changes are made, chance of boiler combustion rises to 95%. Are you sure you want to increase boiler pressure?�
Again, I clicked “Yes.�
A buzzer went off nearby, and a message popped on screen. “Danger! Boiler pressure is dangerously high. Either lower pressure or open vents immediately to prevent combustion.�
I ignored this message. I would be out of here in plenty of time.
I turned to make a run for it …
Sligs surrounding me. They had somehow surrounded me while I was busy at the terminal.
But how? They were all dead … right?
No.
Vladimir.
He had run away before I arrived in Zulag nine.
That was why Icarus had to turn off the poison, because Vladimir didn’t have a gas mask.
No way.
I had rescued every mudokon in the factory … but it seemed I would not get a chance to celebrate.
I realize now, retelling this story to you guys, that I had an active shrykull ability, and likely could have gotten away from them.
But, surrounded by sligs as I was, and taken so off guard, it didn’t occur to me.
I dropped to my knees and raised my arms in surrender.
There was a blunt pain in the back of my head, and all was blackness.

[Havoc]

And we're back in present time, after 84 chapters, I guess we're now back above the meat grinder huh? Back where we started! Go Dave!

[Splat]

Slight, teething problem... Ah well, it was bound to happen. None of his transformations can fly can they?

Ah well, good luck to Dante *raises glass*

[Dave]

Back in the present. This is, essentially, the prologue again, with changes made for continuity's sake, and a little more from where the prologue left off.

Chapter 85

I’m standing on - or, to be more accurate, I’m suspended over a trapdoor set into the cold, gray floor. What lay below it I can only imagine. Likely it’s a deep pit, or probably some painful grinding machine that will first terrify me as I hang over it and then destroy me as I fall into it. I’m pretty much beyond feeling horrified at the way things went for me. These last few hours I was so brave. So intrepid. So strong. So foolishly overconfident. And now I’m paying for it.
It doesn’t matter anymore. The others are safe.
And the place is going to go any minute, unless someone noticed what I did.
The similarity to Abe’s predicament years ago
no not years weeks maybe days who knows how long he’s been at it
is uncanny. My arms are tied up above me, so I can’t chant or move around. Funny, considering I’d be shot if I tried anything like that. But I screwed up … it’s amazing how being captured made me revert to old ways of thinking; I’m feeling like a slave all over again. Even after all I’ve been through.
I stand silent, not daring to even cough. I’m filled with the certainty that any movement, even a blink, will bring instant death. I nervously await the final word from Vladimir.
“Well, boss?� his slig crony grunts. “What d’ya say? Drop ‘im?�
Vladimir stands tall. I risk craning my neck upward to see what sort of expression he wore. His eyes are glowing a malicious orange, and he shifts the butt of his smoldering cigar from the left of his mouth to the right. What could he be thinking? After all, it’s just another expendable mudokon. Just waste him.
But I find myself surprised at what he said. “Okay, maggot,� he begins in his falsely soothing voice, “why don’t you tell me what you thought you were doing. In ten words or less. If you can even speak properly,� he added as an after thought. He and the slig were amused by this, and chuckled a bit.
I am surprised, of course. Who’d ever heard of a glukkon demanding answers from some mudokon chump? No one, that’s who. So, needless to say, I don’t know how to react. Therefore, I do the most natural thing in the world: I reply. In my creaky voice, and through my haphazardly sewn lips, I speak in low tones. “I wanted to save my brothers from your wicked plans. Sir,� I quickly add, lest he order me beaten for insubordination.
Vladimir raises an eyebrow (or the muscle above his eye, as glukkons have no true “eyebrows�) and shifts his cigar again. Those good old Lungbusters; never a gluk without one. “Really? What ‘wicked plans’ are you talking about, worm? What have you heard?�
A lump rises in my throat and I force myself to swallow. “I am allowed to speak freely, then, sir?�
Vladimir looks peeved, but he nods and says to go on.
I clear my throat; some lengthy talking will be required. More than I’m used to doing, at any rate. “I was in the stockyards of Zulag Four, feeding the flits to the slogs and friets, when a few sligs marched up to me and started to drag me off.�
“Is there a point to this, vermin?� He spits this last bit.
I gasp at the sudden ferocity in his voice, and start to stutter. “Y-yes, y-yes there is, s-sir. I-I j-just feel it necessary t-to tell you what h-h-happed prior to th-the incident. I-is that fine, sir?�
The glukkon appeared as though listening to me was a most unpleasant experience, like a chore he could not avoid and so was making sure everyone could read his contempt for what he was doing.
What he says is, “Fine.�
After trying to calm myself down (and failing; my shoulders were sore from the way my arms were tied), I begin again.
“They … they dragged me to the room where the animals are prepared to be chopped. I thought that I was being reassigned … but it turns out I was the one being cooked. Apparently, you glukkons were looking for a money-saving way to get food for the other working mudokons. Anything to save a buck or two, of course, so—�
The slig abruptly steps forward and smacks me across the face. A brief flare of pain rises in my jaw, but I ignore it. I’ve experienced more pain and physical torment in the last few days than most mudokons experience in a lifetime. No, unless that slap had been lethal, I wouldn’t worry myself. And look what I learned! I suppose I should keep my remarks about glukkon frugality to myself.
I take a breath and continue. “Well, as the sligs tried to ‘sedate’ me, I felt the urge to fight back. My captors were unarmed, so I had and advantage, what with mudokons being both naturally stronger and with my frequent … heavy labor.�
I brace myself for another blow; the thought of pissing off an important glukkon in my final minutes has its merits - not to say I hadn’t already pissed him off more than any other glukkon had been pissed. Unless you counted Lulu. After what Abe did to him … and to think I just missed the show …
Anyhow, no blow comes; they seem to agree that mudokons are much more fit than gluks and sligs, and so I continue.
“I left the two guards lying on the ground and ….�
And what? I have to be careful what secrets I let slip to this glukkon. It doesn’t look as though I will walk away from this meeting, so I can’t reveal any of the mudokon secrets I have learned over the past few days. Should I go into detail about my little adventure outside? Or skip it?
Skip it. Time to bullshit.
“Even though you sent sligs after me, I escaped through the plumbing and into the water. I nearly drowned. I made it to shore, fled for the woods, and regrouped for a few days before coming back.�
An outright lie. I can’t tell him that mudokons can be revived. That would be bad news for all of us.
“I returned this morning and managed to sneak the mudokons out through the main exit.�
I have no other ideas. I don’t know if the glukkons know that we have bird portals, so I don’t think I should tell them.
Vladimir coughed. “What about that monster you turned into to kill the Board members?�
I don’t have an explanation for this. I grope through my mind … “I looted the armory and had bombs with me. While in the woods I taught myself how to throw rocks with great accuracy. I don’t think there was any monster involved; I threw grenades at everyone.�
Vladimir appears to believe me. I don’t think he wants to believe mudokons can change into such beasts.
“After sabotaging the boilers, I was captured.� I end abruptly. I don’t know what else to say.
Vladimir begins speaking, but his words are blurred … my vision shifts, and I am seeing something else … a
[VISION]
the control panel i adjusted was not switched back to normal. the sligs that caught me were too excited to bother. the terminal is unattended and still blaring it’s warning.
[/VISION]
vision of the boiler room. I feel a little more at ease: even though I’m about to die, at least I took the factory down with me.
Vladimir gives the slig the order to open the trapdoor. It reveals a blender-like, spinning blade. I gulp, and feel sweat on my brow.
This does not look good for Dante the mudokon.

[Splat]

Wow... can't wait till Saturday! Keep em comin Dave!

[odd chick]

Woah, this is getting exciting! I can't wait until Saturday, either!

[Dave]

Chapter 86

Vladimir and the slig seem to enjoy the look of utter dismay on my face.
My head begins to ache, and my vision is blurring again. I wonder, madly, if I am having a panic attack, and whether I’ll still be alive when I hit the blades.
It is not an attack, it is one last
[VISION]
lots and lots of mudokons in the new settlement. all are meditating and chanting as one, in a perfect chorus of sound. it is a picture of peace and all that is right with the world.
there is a flash of blue light.
[/VISION]
vision. I don’t understand it. Meaningless sights brought on by intense fear and stress.
I look up one last time at Vladimir, perhaps to curse his name … I’m not sure what compels me to look, but I do.
And just as I lock onto his eyes … Vladimir’s eyes change from their normal, malicious red to a radiant and calming blue. The vision suddenly makes sense. The colony of mudokons I had rescued are using their combined efforts to possess Vladimir.
Lucky for me, the slig does not notice this change. He asks Vladimir if he should let me drop now.
“Vladimir� shakes his head. “No. I’ve thought of a different punishment. Close that trapdoor and untie this mud so we can take him away.�
The slig looks uncertain, but does as he is told. He throws the lever back to its original position, closing the trapdoor. He moves to the other lever and pulls it, undoing the clamps on my arms.
The slig moves forward, and “Vladimir� winks at me. I wink back and quickly bring my palms together.
For what will likely be the last time, I unleash the Shrykull power and destroy Vladimir and the slig.
I laugh. It has been a far too difficult ordeal, and I was glad to be done. I began readying myself for a final chant, when I suddenly feel my body growing lighter, as though the ground were losing its grasp on me.
Ah. The mudokons in the village are using their power to transport me there before I get lost in the explosion. Good. Great. I relax and let them do their work.

---

In the mudokon village, called Villa Dante in honor of their hero, grows quiet. They hear a loud explosion far off, in the east. Many turn their heads to see a giant fireball erupting into the cloudy morning sky. Many mudokons take this for what it truly is: Dante has succeeded in destroying Tastee Treets and rescuing all of the slaves.
A party immediately ensues.
About twenty minutes into the festivities, a small flock of birds is noticed on the horizon by a certain female mudokon, one who has developed strong feelings for the village hero, and has left her mate in hopes of joining him.
The party grows quiet. Some mutters can be heard.
“Look at those birds!�
“Why are they flying down here?�
“That’s a weird formation.�
The birds fly in a perfect circle for several moments, then glow, and become balls of light. The lights converge and form a shape.
It is a mudokon. He is tall, ragged, and muscular. His feathers, red and black, are a terrible mess. His eyes look old and wise. He wears a small earring, and has paramite and scrab tattoos on the back of each hand.
He grins at the other mudokons, who are in a happy uproar.
The party went on for much of the day and far into the night.
When it was so late that even the moon with the mudokon hand print had gone down, this mudokon went to a grand hut that was made in his honor. He lay down in a hammock, and, surprising himself, he fell asleep.

The End.

Thanks to everyone who's read this, either briefly or with intensity. There were often times, very early on, where I've considered just stopping, and not finishing. Everyone that has replied to my story has been great encouragement. I hope you enjoyed Dante's story as much as I enjoyed telling it.
My next project is to write a story-version of the Community RPG. Following that, I have ideas in store for upcoming stories, both long and short.
And recently, altough it wasn't my original plan, I've thought of a way for Dante to return - other than in a collaboration Munch's Master and I have discussed. So the idea of a sequel (if enough people support it) is not out of the question ... but it will be a while before we see one.
Thanks again to everyone. Without a reader, there can be no stories.

Dave

P.S. It's my 18th birthday!

[Havoc]

Happy birthday Dave! I knew it, but I have been saving it just for here! .

You did a great job on Dante's Oddysee and Exoddus! Truckload of Kudo's for you! *Burries Dave in a truckload of Kudo's*.

In all honesty, I had hoped the ending would have been a bit more intense. But I like it anyway. You did a great job. And I'm looking forward to the Storyfication of the TC RPG (Please... for the love of Odd... do change the name!). Anyway, I take it you have a party to get back to. So get going mate! Have a fun birthday!

[Splat]

Fantastic! Well done Dave!

Yeah, I can't wait to see whereyou'll go from here, and a sequel to Dante would be good after a while. Great ending and happy birthday.
Sorry I couldn't post sooner, and I probably won't be able to post again till after Christmas. My mother is... in a bad mood this month.

[odd chick]

Ooh, that was the perfect ending that I had been waiting for!! This fanfic is one of the best in this section and I look forward to seeing the sequel whenever you decide to write it. And Happy Birthday! I hope you got everything that you wanted.

[T-nex]

WHOA! It's done already?? :-( *Sniffles* Kudos to you Dave and Dante... *Cries and hugs evryone goodbye*

Anuways. i wanna see that sequel soon!!! Pretty plz?? :-)

[Dave]

I don't know about soon ... but as time goes by, the likelyhood of Dante making a comeback increases. I already have some ideas ... and if I hadn't given Havoc my word that I'd start on The Story (the title I'm giving to the storification of TCRPG), I'd probably have started on a Dante sequel already.

[Havoc]

Arn't we being original with titles... thats the best you can come up with? Or did you actualy do that with a purpose? :P

[Dave]

On purpose, duh. I mean, it was originally called "The Community." Uber original.
I mean, hey, if you've got a better idea... I'm certainly open to it.

[Scrab-Meat]

I have to say that these two tales were absolutely amazeing. I love how you did the ending in many ways, in my imagination I see this as a film or side movie for an Oddworld game with the formation of the birds and all. Hey Dave I rate your stories 5 stars in my book and I want to discuss with you the illustrations. Since it is the start of the new year and I am totally free now of my clients work I will now finally begin on this in regards to pictures. Oh happy Birthday Dave you have a marry Christmas and a Happy New Year. I know I will because once the new year begins I am starting your illustrations.

Scrab-Meat

[Munch's Master]

It's over? Shame I missed the ending chapters' updates, but still... Wow. Great story Dave! *applauds* I'm actually surprised that it had a completely happy ending (except for Patch, I'd imagine), so I'll give kudos as well for making a gripping, twisting action-filled story that had an ending I couldn't predict. Well done!!*Applauds again* If you want, I'll start the joint-fic with you some time soon, unless you have another Dante idea in the meantime (If so, it'd probably be better if you did your other idea first, that way I can try and finish my fic and get started on the second one). *applauds again and starts throwing confetti*

[Splat]

I really need some inspiration for my Oddworld stories. I don't have an Xbox, Abe's Exodus doesnb't work on my PC, even with Havoc's download. Tis so annoying! and the main reason I don't write my Oddworld stuff very often. Other stuff I update more frequently, but my odd side has died. Ah well, well done Dave, I think a break before the sequel would be good, just to get us ready for it!