Oddworld : Al's Oddysee

by TheManFromMudos

Ok, so have you ever played a game that was so enjoyable you wished you were really in it? If you ever played any of the games in the Oddworld series, you probably didn't. And neither did Al. Unfortunately for him, it was tough Scrab Cakes when he woke up in the land of Odd itself, Oddworld. Now, he must fight for his life to preserve all that is odd, and of course, himself...

2. Chapter 2 - Entering the game

Chapter 2

No sooner had I picked up the controller than the doorbell rang. I stood up and went to answer it, accidentally leaving the game unpaused. You know those games where you leave the protagonist standing still for so long, they start to move by themselves? Just a yawn or a stretch, or on this game an 'I dunno'? Well, as I went to answer the door, it did just that. Abe, the main character, stood yawning and stretching and 'I dunno'-ing. And then he did some more yawning and stretching and 'I dunno'-ing. And some more. And once I'd came back from the door, if I was in his position, I'd be pretty fed up of yawning and stretching and 'I dunno'-ing. And the weird thing was, he was fed up.

The main character, Abe, stood perfectly still on the screen, until he turned and looked straight at me. "So, you think this is funny, do ya? Makin' a Mud wait while you go an' answer your door?" I stepped back in shock. What was going on?

"Well, let's see how you like it." He said, a dark look on his face. And then, the electric went off.

Being quite early in the year, it was already quite dark outside by 5pm, so I couldn't see very much at all in this darkness. I managed to feel my way around to the electric meter, and inserted the key. Now, I was just going insane. On the little LED display, it read:

Rupture Farms main power supply. DO NOT SWITCH OFF.

Ok, so I was officially crazy. I flicked the switch and went back to the living room. Only, the TV had gone. And the sofa. In fact, the entire room had been replaced. In it's place was a mass of throbbing and whirring machinery, but apart from that, silence filled the air. What was going on? This couldn't be real! It wasn't real. It was nowhere near real.

I turned and glanced down a long, dark corridor. There were numerous people scrubbing the floor along it. But they weren't human people. They were… they were… Mudokons. Loads of them, in worker's clothing. I glanced at the floor, only to find that I was… wait.

No, no why? It couldn't be. But it was. The titanium legs, the standard issue rifle, the H.U.D visor. I was a slig. A cold, heartless, evil, twisted, manipulative, disgusting slig. And I had at my feet a Mudokon. A dead Mudokon. I lifted the body up and looked around the floor for a name tag of some kind. I cringed in dismay as I read the name printed on the ID. Abraham Lure.