The Illegal Escape [Special "Hands On" format!]
PLEASE NOTE: This is a special game I thought up. Posts to this thread will be referred to as "chapters" and anybody can continue the story from the current point and we'll see where this fanfic goes. One rule, though, You may add you own characters, but the main characters are Ronixis and Dagg'ar, and everybody is entitled to create one and only one main new main character each.
Ronixis the Mudokon breathed hard.
He was in a Monsaic-based Rupture Farms warehouse, currently stealing livestock to sell for horrible prices in the Necrum sector of Mudos. He had four paramites, tightly cramped in a little cage that was just light enough for him to carry. There were three sligs, pacing after him, ready to enslave him- or worse- kill him- and he had to think fast, for the enviroments were difficult this time, as it was hard to climb ladders while holding a thirty pound cage filled with homicidal creatures.
Ronixis grabbed a ledge and hoisted himself up. The sligs won't get me here,he thought to himself. He was safe from both sligs and slogs up here, but if a slig saw him and aimed his gun, the ricochet of the metal pipes might pop him right in the spine.
Ronixis stood up to find himself in a narrow passageway, illuminated by a dim lemon glow. He ran down it for a while... ...Before colliding into the three sligs that were chasing him in the first place! Ronixis let out an ear piercing scream and knew it was all over..
...Or it would have been, Had the collision not knocked the sligs out cold. That was a close one. He got up in a daze, and ran out of the ware house quickly. He ran and ran until he was out of breath, and then ran some more, until once again colliding into something-
This time, it was a spiritual version of his own kind- A tribal mudokon. "Who the @#$%^&*?! are you?" Ronixis asked. Mudokons rarely wandered out here so late. "I'm Dagg'ar of Scrabania." He said. "I'm gathering a tool I left out here." Dagg'ar repled angrily. He stared suddenly at the cage of paramites Ronixis was holding. "AUGH! Paramites! You're Ronixis, aren't you? You're that horrible mudokon that steals livestock!" "Yes. I am, and it may not be an 'onest livin', it pays up da wazoo. Well get out of my face, ya big ugly rat, I'm not in a rush to be pumped full'a lead by the sligz." Ronixis retorted. "Well, then you shouldn't have ran into me in the first place, you creep." Dagg'ar explained. "And if you haven't noticed, you're too late." Ronixis looked around. His heart skipped a beat. The entire forest was filled with Big Bro Sligs. The silence was deafening.
~Feel free to continue the story, this
is an Oddworld RPG, and my first one, t'boot...~
[ August 13, 2001: Message edited by: Ronixis, Paramite Smuggler ]
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