Alright...
I'm still waiting for reviews/responses, so here is another Chapter for you guys. I neglected to mention that there will be alot of british slang in here, so keep that in mind. Cor Blimey, Aye, Nutter, Sods, Etc, will be used a few times in here. The reason being is that not only did the game have some british slang, but also Adam Westerman is from England. Anyways, here is Chapter 2:
Chapter 2: Olek’s Village
“Click.”
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“Whirr.”
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“BBBRIP!! BBBRIP!! BBBRIP!!”
Olek stumbled from his deep sleep.
The only way he could describe how he felt was “Crusty”. His eyes were dry. His hands were dry. His mouth was dry.
Olek’s body was naturally dry during adolescence and he didn’t like it. Puberty sucked no matter what you were. Olek was a 14 year old Purdon. Purdons are strange creatures that are very humanoid, but their eyes are white as diamond and their skin and hair is as black as charcoal. The most incredible thing about them is their bones willingness to bend, allowing them to curve their bodies gracefully and be quite agile.
He moved his hand over the table and smacked the small creature with his hand. It didn’t stop chirping.
“BBBRIP!! BBBRIP!!”
Olek sat up grumbling. He picked up his metal box and picked up the small sphere sitting on top of it. The monster finally fell silent. Olek made the simple contraption himself. He took a cup with a small hole in the bottom. The hole had a stick in it. The stick leaked into another cup, which would let a small metal sphere roll. The sphere would roll through a few PVC pipes before falling on top of a grated box containing a Garbtal. The Garbtal would then chirp nonstop wanting to eat the sphere until it was removed. It was simple but Olek was proud. Of course you did have to fill the cup at exactly noon for it to work, but he used it nonetheless.
Olek tinkered with things a lot, and tried to invent small things. But every time he made something it caused more trouble than it was worth. Like a camera which could only take 3 pictures, or an oven which ran on forceful hammering.
Olek gazed at the inside of his abode. The shack seemed grungier every day. A few planks of wood were the only thing that separated inside from outside. Olek grabbed random clothes from a small pile. A dirty jacket and an overworn pair of shorts. Too bad his laundry machine didn’t work. His sneakers were messy and torn from the running he did. But his father couldn’t afford new sneakers, let alone a decent housing arrangement. Olek looked around. Where was his dad?
“Dad?”
Olek stepped outside. His father was out front staring intensely at a squirrel while drinking “Markoz Brand Beer”.
“Uh, Dad?” Olek asked.
His father was constantly drunk, but he wasn’t a mean drunk. Just a weird one. His father had no job (not that he needed one where he lived) and spent his day watching T.V. and drinking. There was really no motivation for the man.
“Hey Olk!” he said with a large slur “Can you get this squirrel for meh?”
“Well I, uh-”
“It keeps on taking my beer!”
Olek sighed. He loved his father, but every time he got drunk he would make up ridiculous stories.
“Fine dad, I’ll catch the squirrel.” Olek mumbled.
The moment he said it the squirrel seemed to jump away on que. Olek ran. He was the fastest Purdon he knew. Most Purdons were agile due to their flexible bones, but Olek was the best runner. The world seemed a blur as all he could focus on was the small squirrel. It dashed back and forth rapidly. Senses melded into one thought: Run. Suddenly it seemed as if Olek wasn’t even moving. It seemed as if the universe was moving around him. The trees and shacks rushed pass him at blinding speeds. The squirrel was almost in Olek’s grasp when Olek... BAM! He fell to the ground.
Where did that wall come from? The squirrel crawled into a small crevice of his house. He could hear it chittering, as if mocking him. Olek angrily walked back to his father. He knew the squirrel wasn’t stealing beer, but he was sad that he couldn’t catch it. Olek liked to believe he was the fastest monster in all of Nevermore. Olek went back moping and explained what happened.
“Ah forget about it. Lizzen, Tuomas has something he wanted to show you.”
Olek didn’t know if this was true or not, but he needed to go to Tuomas to get some groceries anyways.
“Thanks for letting me know Dad, I’ll see you in a minute.”
Olek walked through the neighborhood. Shawbrook Village was basically a junkyard in the middle of a rainforest. A slum really. He didn’t mind though. He loved his decrepit, smelly village. Olek looked around and saw hundreds of other Purdons digging through the heaps of trash and finding bits and pieces of things. Nobody needed a job because all you had to do was search through piles of junk. Olek found out how to build things with the random parts of scrap metal.
The only complaint was that it was annoying being bit by Garbtals all the time. The little creatures always hid underneath the earth and if you weren’t careful they’d chomp on your feet.
Olek jumped on top of a big pile of rust. From his high view he saw Tuomas’s shop. It was the only place to buy food in the neighborhood besides a few vending machines here and there.
Olek jumped down and walked into the small shack filled with fruits and berries. Some rock sprouts were sitting in a corner next to some odd yellow food. There was Tuomas in the back.
“Hey Mon’!” he yelled from across the room.
Tuomas was an odd Purdon. His build was thicker than others. His face was more defined too. And strangest of all was his arms which seemed to stick out at odd angles instead of curve. Olek knew he was born with some disability, but he tried to be nice to Tuomas anyways. Olek often tried to put himself in the view of others. He couldn’t imagine having whatever Tuomas had. The pain of the disability as well as the belittlement and cruelty from people who would mock you. It would be too much for Olek. Besides it was either be nice to Tuomas or search through piles of garbage for moldy meat.
“Hey Tuomas! How’s it hanging?” Olek yelled back as he picked up a Hananam, throwing it from hand to hand.
“Not too well my man. My legs are messin’ up on me. If I don’t get help soon I’ll be stiffer than a board.”
Olek didn’t know what to say to this. The only hospitals in the world were way too far. Olek quickly changed the sober subject
“My dad said you wanted to see me?”
“Yeah man, yeah!” Tuomas became excited at this question “Check this out.”
The shopkeeper reached underneath the counter and held out a small bottle.
“I found this in a pile of garbage the other day. It’s a message in a bottle.”
He carefully held up a small bottle with a yellow piece of paper inside. The bottle was horribly stained and its age could only be predicted as “very very old”.
“I thought you might want to take a look at what’s inside...”
Olek picked up the bottle and felt the old in it. The dry rust rubbed up against his fingers, as if telling him that it knew alot of good stories. Olek white eyes seemed to sparkle at the sight of it. The universe seemed to dissapate at the sight of the ancient and wholly mysterious. Olek felt a grandiose importance in the item in his hands. He carefully undid the cork and pulled out the ancient paper.
“What is it?” Tuomas said as if he already knew.
Olek carefully studied the paper. It was crudely done. A simple drawing of Nevermore, the general world. But a small circle was around the top of Lapidarian heights. Under it the map said “100,896,423,001.01 Ceons. Signed Lorrack Nalla Year 43” Olek was astounded. This was a... a...
“A Treasure Map!?”