Chapter 8: Philip
The human walked up to Slaga. He seemed to almost be a teen. "I am Philip, god of tall tales and storytelling." The human said. "What is that thing you're holding?" Asked Slaga. "This? This is my book of creations. Here, I summon my creatures and structures." Replied Philip. Slaga tried to peak inside the book, but Philip shut it quickly. "This book in not for the eyes of others." Said Philip. "Did you summon that group of mudokkon heroes?" Asked Slaga. Philip nodded. "What people worship you?" Asked Slaga. "Do you have to ask questions? Fine." Replied Philip. He sat on the marsh ground with Slaga.
"Many natives worship me," said Philip, "mostly grubbs, but some mudokkon tribes worship be as well. In my world, I was captured by sligs, wolvarks, vykers, any evil Oddworld creature you could possibly name. I was brought to a prison for testing, but I had escaped. When I aproached a grubb village, I asked them if I could stay. They had agreed. While I stayed, I told them stories of mighty heros from my world, and stories I made up on my own. But after five days, I was murdured. Once I was mudered and up to the skies, the other gods had given me a golden book. THey said if you write down something in it, it would come alive. On the front cover it said 'Philip: God of tall tales and stoytelling.' It was quite a proud moment for me."
"Not so fast." Said a voice. The mudokkon shepard appeared. "Helping out Slaga, eh? Well, don't do it anymore. I have omniscience, I can see everything." He said. "I could summon creatures from my book to dispose of you." Said Philip. "No use. I'll make them dissapear. Now come with me, Philip." Ordered the mudokkon shepard. "Goodbye, Slaga. Stay alive, for we will meet again." Said Philip as he and the mudokkon shepard vanished.
Slaga had looked at the stick. The green fire was still burning on it. He picked it up, and made his way back to the temple. 'Philip,' thought Slaga, 'what a bizare name. I still hope he shall favor me.'
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