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...

6. Chapter 6 - Just 5 Moolah

Chapter 6 – Just 5 Moolah

The following morning, I awoke at precisely 5:45 AM, half an hour before I was due to catch the train. I gathered up all of my Moolah and other belongings and prepared to leave. As I turned to leave the bunkhouse, I noticed a letter which had been placed on a desk that was by the door. Funnily enough, it was for me. It was a murky, white envelope with an enormous 'Rupture Farms' seal on the back. It was addressed simply as "Bunkhouse 327-G, Slig Barracks," and was signed "Management." I tore the seal from the back and opened the envelope. It was a note of congratulations for the new promotion, containing a slip stating the name I had officially been issued. There was also some form of military regalia, presumably my new badges of rank. I glanced back down at the letter, and there before me was the name. It was a hideous name. Awful. But I had it now, and I had to live with it. After all, I was now 'Security Commander Grike'.

Suddenly, I came back to reality, and realized that I had to press on and get to the canteen, regardless of my 'amazing' new name. When I did reach the canteen, I found it utterly deserted, apart from the Mudokon slaves, of course, who were forced to work in the canteen 24 hours a day, no matter how empty it was. I grabbed a tray and headed to the serving window. I took this time to think to myself. "If it weren't for me, these Mudokons would already be free." Anyway, after a hearty breakfast of Paramite Pie, I head for the Feeco Depot. By the time I arrived, the time was 6:05 AM. Ten minutes until the train left. I headed straight to the main desk and asked for a ticket.

"One ticket please. Mudos Mainline Trans-Continental," I asked nervously.

"Mnnn-mmm nmmm," mumbled the intern behind the desk, pointing to the price display above his head. Oh, no. It cost 770 Moolah. I only had 765. 5 Moolah short. And these weren't the sort of people that'd let you off with 5 Moolah.

"Excuse me a second," I said hesitantly, and I turned and ran in the opposite direction. 5 Moolah. Oh my Odd, just 5 Moolah. "DOES ANYBODY HAVE 5 MOOLAH?!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. I needed that Moolah, and I needed it now. I suddenly realized just how loudly I had shouted. I could hear Glukkons behind me, laughing.

"Hahaha, the slig wants 5 Moolah! Hey kid, I got 800,000 Moolah!"

"Yeah, a little short on cash, are ya! Hahaha!"

I turned and headed straight for the Glukkons. I just wanted to punch them both right in their faces. But, then I would die, being tortured agonizingly. So, I simply spoke to them.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, but could any of you please, PLEASE, spare me 5 Moolah." I closed my eyes and waited for the reply. I heard chuckling and then whispers as they talked it over. I opened my eyes.

"Sure, slig. Jr. Executive Blanser here'll give you 5 Moolah." I sighed with relief. Thank Odd.

"Yeah, I sure will," said Jr. Executive Blanser, "But… first, I want you to bring me five Mudokons, and shoot them, right here, for MY entertainment. Hahaha!" I stepped back at his proposal, and thought carefully. Then I decided, it was 5 Mudokons' lives taken, to save billions. I turned and went to fetch the first 5 Mudokons that crossed my path.

A few moments later, I returned to the two Glukkons, still stood waiting on the platform.

"Here are the Mudokons you wanted, sir." I said dryly to Jr. Executive Blanser.

"Well, what are ya waitin' for? Line 'em all up." He replied in a dark tone. I obeyed,

Standing all 5 of the Mudokons against the platforms edge.

"Good thinking, slig. Line 'em up there, an' there bodies'll just fall down off the platform's edge. Then, noone has to clean up, right? Hahaha!" I raised my rifle, pointing the barrel to the first Mudokon. It was bad enough seeing one dead in my arms, but to shoot 5 of them? Willingly? I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to bring myself to do it. But I had to. For Odd's sake.

"KILL 'EM!" came the command, and I immediately responded. I shot the first Mudokon dead, and then the second, and the third, an the fourth and fifth. And then I lowered my rifle, and gaped in shock at what I had just done. The thing sligs go through, for just 5 Moolah.