Post by Cobalt on Jun 12, 2009 19:49:24 GMT -5
This piece of writing accompanies this game's introduction movie. Click it to understand what I'm trying to convey, and also, read what the narrative text says below the paragraph. Check out this page on Mudokons, this page on Glukkons, and this page on Sligs to know what they look like.
[/i][/right]--.--x|Oddworld: Abe's Oddysee|x--.--
From the outside, this building looked like any other industrial building in Oddworld. Two gray metallic chant orbs floated in the sky, their red glass filled with energies able to stop the chanting of mudokons, zapping them with electricity that kept them alive but shaken, and smoke poured out of the towers. Yellow, orange, and sky blue lights flickered, and the metal bars that held the sign that said RuptureFarms with a strange, alien-like head with glowing orange eyes that showed in the sign -- the head of a Glukkon. For many years, more than fifteen, this land has remained dark, smoke covered, and dreary. Never has the sun or moon touched this destroyed land, what would soon be ruins of a later day. Inside, though... it's the same old story, except with some differences.
Rickety large domed towers filled with ground up meat with ladders descending downwards, with several shaking steel pipes nailed down to the metal ground, with conveyer belts moving, animal carcasses of unknown animals to us green-skinned mudokons that had lived and died in these facilities. However, work was work, and if we didn't do it, yellow-green skinned sligs armed with guns would beat us, maybe even kill us, if it came down to it. If we could avoid their gunshots, our next destination was the meat grinder, where animal carcasses were split open, and that no meat held the ribs of animals together. Why they did this, we never knew, nor did we care, but any mudokon thrown into this would have wished that he had died from the bullets. If you even live long enough to see the final product -- ground up meat spilling into wooden and steel barrels with the RuptureFarms symbol in the same exact spot due to the stamper.
...this is RuptureFarms... they say it's the largest meat-processing plant on Oddworld... I used to work here... well... I was really a slave, like all the others...
Hands bound by a metal shackles, a blue-skinned mudokon, adorned with a brown loincloth around his hips and with stitched lips, he was held a few inches above the ground, beneath him being a closed hole. Beneath it, he wasn't sure, but what he did know was that it wasn't anything good. As a rule, mudokons had three digits on each hand and foot, and he was no exception -- his blue-skin, however, was abnormal. Bloodshot orange eyes looked around, a resigned, dull look in them, and his red feathers, held together with a leather strip of cloth, drooped, touching the back of his neck. Looking at him, it was obvious that he thought that he was doomed to die this day, if not before his execution, his bones showing like any other mudokon slave's. On the metal walls, white scratches that resembled tally lines remained, possibly before the Glukkons came up with New 'n Tasty.
That's me, my name is Abe. I was employee of the year; now I'm dead meat. I crossed the meanest boss in the world -- Molluck, the Glukkon. My whole life changed, in just one day.
The halls that this mudokon roamed and cleaned with the floor waxer as a first class waxer wrapped around the meeting room where six executives and the manager of it all came to meet anually.
The hall was lined with sixteen advertisement boards, each one with their own Tasty Treats product -- the first one, Meech Munchies, showed a read spiked creature, and in front of it was a red and emerald bar, the red being the meat of the Meech. On it said that they were extinct and no longer available. The second one, Paramite Pies, showed a golden form of an eight-legged being poking his claws into a golden-brown pie. The third advertisement showed a green, muscled creature with four legs, with claws at the end, and a long mouth that resembled that of a bird's beak. Below it was a pink patty-shaped thing with orange wave-like lines and green goo coming out of it. The last one, though...
The last advertisement showed nothing. No pictures, just text on an orange background. Large text said, "COMING SOON!", and below that, "Something NEW 'n' TASTY" in green bubble letters. Abe, who was currently monitoring the hall, was coincidentally right in front of the door, and a green light filtered out of it, and the mudokon turned around, tip-toeing towards the meeting room door, which was open. Inside was where the commotion began.
I was working late one night, at RuptureFarms. We used to make Meech Munchies... until the Meeches were through. We still make Paramite Pies, and we make some good Scrab Cakes, too. I thought I had a good job; but that was before I knew. How we'd make New 'n Tasty, I was still to find. The truth, it turned out, now that would blow my mind.
A projector on the ceiling projected graphs of how well the company was doing -- and in which case, the company was spiralling downwards into closing down. Paramite Pies and Scrab Cakes were becoming rarer and rarer due to over-hunting. The red line declaring how well the products were doing were pointing downwards off the screen, and Glukkons mumbled to one other in fear; if this company didn't succeed, their mother, Lady Margaret, wouldn't be pleased. The slig beside Molluck, who was wearing a triangular purple suit and black shoes, pointed out things, saying words that were sounding garbled to Abe.
"And we're going down..." Molluck announced, his voice sounding somewhat bored and more disappointed.
"What're you gonna do, Molluck?" A Glukkon wearing a green suit and glowing orange eyes asked timidly.
Molluck turned to look at him, exhaling and releasing smoke from the cigar he had been smoking.
"What," He replied condescendingly, his eyes unimpressed, and he murmured to the slig, "Show 'em."
"Right, boss," The slig replied, changing something to show how New 'n Tasty would turn out. The line dipped down before shooting up off the charts. Next came a picture -- a horrid one, at that -- saying MUDOKON POPS! Below it was a stick with a mudokon head on it, with blood dripping down the head and stick. Next came a meat chart on mudokons, which brought the spying Abe over the edge, who had been whimpering in fear.
"We'll chop them up!" Molluck said in his loud but cool voice, and Abe jumped away and looked around. Nobody was watching -- except for that camera that popped out of the ceiling at regular intervals. The Glukkons' laughter filling his ears, he dashed down the hall, and that was when the camera came. It turned around and focused on Abe, signaling an alarm and some billboards to change, signifying that Abe was to be shot on sight.
The Glukkons were scared, because profits were grim. Paramites and Scrabs had been turning up thin. But Molluck was cool; he had a plan. This new kind of meat -- it was us!
Unaware of this, Abe ran down the metal ground that anyone could fall to their deaths off of, amber lights flickering to red and back to amber over and over. Sirens sounded, and more cameras focused on Abe. A slig ran down the bridge after the mudokon, gun in hand, and followed him, even when the slave fell down a level, still alive.
I just had to escape, I just had to be free! And I didn't even know I had a destiny. So, get me out of here!
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