Oddworld: Code 583 - Chapter 4: Highly flammable
“Doo be doo be doo...”
The morning was already well underway when 312, one of the many Sligs guards in the decontamination sector, decided to start a little wiggle among the machines. His nasal voice happily sang the melody of one of his favorite songs while the pistons on his metal pants moved in rhythm to get his legs moving. 312 wasn't a very high ranked Slig. In fact, he often bordered on the incompetent because of his absent-mindedness. It was enough that he had a music in mind to forget about his surroundings and think he was a star on the stage. He thought he had the ability and dreamed of quitting his job to go on tour.
Only, he didn't know how to do it. He had just been taught to obey orders and silence his free will, not to quit and fend for himself.
Oh well... as long as he could let his rock star skills run wild even here, 312 didn't think much of it. Many of his colleagues used to say he wasn't able to think at all anyway.
“Da-da-da doo doooooo... Dam Dzoïng Dzoïng Daaaaaaaaam!”
The Slig accentuated his movements, striking the ground with his iron foot, louder and louder. The volume of his voice competed with the machines'. In the immense room filled with tanks and turbines, the slaves tucked their heads into their tense shoulders, a contrite grimace distorting their features. 312 suddenly let out a particularly shrill sound and one of them had the unfortunate reflex of putting his palms over his ears. The huge barrel he was carrying with great difficulty burst on the ground and spilled its entire content at his feet. As well as at those of another Slig, code 374, who was enjoying a cigarette break.
“Argh! Disgusting!” this one shouted aggressively. “Hey! What were you trying to do there, huh?”
In front of him, the panicked Mudokon stammered what he could at full speed to defend his case, but he was already held at gunpoint.
“I'm sorry it was an accident it won't happen again I won't do it again I swear...!”
“Di-di-di doom!”
“Yeah yeah right! You just wanted to kill me, right?”
The substance that spilled out on the ground, similar to a large semi-liquid muddy mass, stank. It was in fact all the toxic materials that were in the water when it was taken out, and from which they had to purify it. It was not especially recommended to put the foot in it.
“Bam bam bim bam!”
“I... I didn't mean to... I-I'll clean it r-right away...”
“Oh I see, you didn't mean to, that changes everything then!” the Slig ironized.
He took a drag from his cigarette and blew it dryly in his face. The Mudokon coughed violently, the beginnings of tears beading at the corner of his crinkled bulging eyes. Before he could recover, the guard's veiny hand grabbed the collar of his work clothes and threw him roughly into the noxious substance. Then the butt of the gun went into his ribs, once, twice, before hitting the back of his skull. In pain and exhausted, the slave collapsed completely, his face half eaten by the substance.
“Yer right, it needs some cleaning for sure. Go on, lick it!”
Small pathetic cries escaped from the poor trembling Mudokon. But they would not reach anyone here. Neither the non-existent pity of his tormentor, nor the ears of 312 who now took his weapon for a microphone, nor the conscience of the other workers who continued their work in a forced indifference.
“What're you waiting for? Come on, lick it! You thought you could get away with it? Did you? Come on, I'm looking and believe me you're going to...”
“Balam balalaaaam!”
“Holy shit!” 374 roared. “Can't you just shut up?! It's because of wankers like you that the boss is taking away our bonuses!”
“Da da da DAAAAAAAAAA!” 312 chanted above the commotion..
Immersed in his world, the Slig arched his back exaggeratedly, the tip of his weapon pointed roughly at his muzzle. He let his hand slide up and down the barrel in a gesture that was meant to be classy. In his passionate fever, he let his finger rip on the trigger. The shot went off instantly, grazing his tentacles very closely and scratching the side of his mask. 312 yelped and gasped, finally breaking out of his trance. He dropped his weapon and pressed his hand to his heart, which was beating at a frantic pace. He was not the only one. The detonation had surprised many, including 374 who had dropped his cigarette.
Directly into the toxic substance.
In a flash, the entire puddle caught fire and flames rose in the middle of the room. 374 dodged just in time in a reflex action, but the Mudokon caught in it was not so lucky. Like a horde of hungry predators, the flames enveloped him without restraint to devour his flesh. The slave bellowed at the top of his lungs, swallowing the fire-laden air straight into his lungs. His body moved on its own, driven by panic and adrenaline, and he began to run aimlessly between the machines, roaring in pain like a devil. The other workers screamed in terror at the sight, and many of the Sligs guards lost their nerve, scurrying here and there, calling out for their mother.
There was a second bang and the flaming Mudokon stumbled and fell to the ground, a bullet lodged in the back of his skull. Behind him, 374 rearmed his rifle, just for show.
“Silence!” he bellowed. “Calm down, you morons! The blaze is isolated, it won't spread! Get back to work!”
Then he turned to 312 who still seemed to be in shock. Abruptly, he charged towards him and offered him his most beautiful right hook in the face.
“And you, sucker, go get a fire extinguisher right away! That's all you're good for here, loser!”
Before the crowd of reproachful looks, 312 did not even dare to answer. He walked without a word to the nearest fire extinguisher, close to the exit, mumbling to himself.
“It's not even my fault, they're just jealous, they're all losers, I don't care anyway...”
Sullenly, he pulled on the fire extinguisher without much conviction, without succeeding in unhooking it. Irritated, he put a little more force into it, but the device seemed determined to remain fixed to the wall.
“Bloody hell! I'll show you! Damn! I hope no one is watching me!”
A thought crossed his thin mind: much more than his colleagues in the sector, everyone could witness his actions thanks to the surveillance cameras. A shiver ran through him as he began to sweat inside his mask. What if the boss had seen him? What if Gottlieb had seen him?
“Holy crap! I'm so fir...”
BOOM!
A fiery blast of rare violence threw 312 out of the decontamination room as the world was transformed before his eyes. Shadows lengthened before disintegrating in a bright explosion. The chaos of sound almost tore out his eardrums. Unbearable heat seared his back as he flew down the hallway. He rolled for several meters on the alarming bright orange tinted metal sheets. Completely disoriented, he paled at the cataclysm unfolding before his eyes.
The decontamination room was caught in a hurricane of fire. The brightness of the blaze was such that he could not make out anything inside. Only panicked or agonized screams hinted at what was happening. By reflex, 312 brandished the extinguisher in front of him without really understanding how he had managed to drag it with him.
“Er... guys?” he called out without really believing he'd get an answer.
The screaming had stopped. Throwing the dry ice in front of him, 312 managed to make his way to the control panel of the room and managed to activate the lever of the anti-fire system. There was still a chance. Above him, the sprinklers woke up, taming some of the flames, but after only a few seconds, they sputtered and went back to sleep. Frightened, 312 lowered and raised the lever at full speed, hoping to bring the water back, but nothing happened.
“H-hey! This way!”
312 turned around and saw one of his colleagues, in a pitiful state. He was one of the lucky ones who had been spared by the limited water jet. And there weren't many of them. The smell of charred flesh was already wafting through the air.
“Fire extinguishers... it's our only chance... asshole boss... he took the water to sell it...”
312 should have known better. Typical of a Glukkon. He helped his colleague to his feet and set to work with him. The fire, far from being under control, had only slightly subsided, opening up paths. Slig spotted 374 struggling to get up. A pity. He wouldn't have minded if he'd burned.
“Get together quickly!” he screamed. “Use the pure tank water! Come on you flankers! And you dumb slaves, help us! We've got to contain that damn...!”
At that moment, a high-pitched jingle dominated the crackling and a sizzling announcement rang out.
“Security, attention please, there seems to be an uncontrolled combustion problem in zulag 3...”
“No kidding!” 374 roared.
“...as well as in zulag 4, 6, 7...”
“What the...?”
“All Sligs and our brave workers must mobilize to solve this issue as soon as possible...”
“What the hell is going on?”
312 was also wondering. How had it all gone so wrong? He hadn't seen anything. Maybe it was a terrorist attack? But for the time being, he was working with the others on the pipe that connected the pure tank to the next zulag. The valve was so hot that it was impossible to touch it, let alone open it. Some hit, others sawed. The metal of the tools burned the palms. Finally a gash pierced the pipe and the repeated blows caused it to give way completely. The water gushed out, washing away everything in its path, fighting the tornadoes of fire, winning victories. The survivors cried out in relief.
Suddenly, a Mudokon pointed a big finger at the ceiling.
“Up there!” he screamed. “Look up there!”
A jet of fire still persisted, the water not having reached it. It was coming furiously from a huge pipe snaking in the wall, like a flame thrower. 374 jumped, wanted to shout something but he choked in a violent coughing fit. 312 also understood and paled as he had never paled before.
“Oh shit... oh no... shit shit!”
He could have given directions, made the others who had not yet realized react. But at the time, only fear bit him in the stomach. He knew why the fire had happened. And now he knew why the other sectors were also affected.
“Gas!” 374 belched as he coughed up his lungs. “Turn off the gas!”
312 remained perfectly still and let the world go on around him. It was his fault. The bullet he had fired earlier had pierced a gas pipe. He quickly did the math in his head:
Flammable gas + unventilated room + small puddle of fire = early retirement.
He only noticed that 374 was giving him a look that spoke volumes. He too knew. If he'd had the chance, 312 would have liquefied on the spot.
He was so fired!
ooOoo
“'Swapping: water turns into alcohol. The substance becomes highly flammable'”
“Pff! You really like this one! It makes you thirsty!”
583 was on his sixth beer. And he was starting to feel really good.
“I really don't know how you can drink this stuff” the future Mudokon Queen commented.
“I'll return the remark with your tasteless water! And don't tell me it's healthy, it doesn't mean anything around here.”
“Yes, I wonder why...” she sighed.
583 ignored her royally and squinted at his remaining cards. For a long time, he did nothing, sitting totally still. Even when his patient opponent waved a hand under his nose, he didn't react.
“Um... you okay?”
No answer. He sure was thinking a lot right now in order to win. Perhaps it was the fear of receiving a name from her? Did he think she would choose wrong? Or that she would find a humiliating one on purpose? Oh, why not after all? He couldn't do anything to her and it might be fun to see his reaction...
“ZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz...”
The female stared at him in disbelief. He had fallen asleep!
She pursed her lips, divided between offense and amusement. Then, moved by an access of temerity, she approached him gently on all fours, like a curious animal. He wasn't even feeling her presence anymore. She felt a tingling in her muscles, like a kind of call to temptation. Should she dare?
Slowly, she raised her hand towards him. The tips of two of her fingers brushed against 583's bony collarbone before settling more firmly on it. The Slig mumbled something unintelligible without emerging from his torpor. With a tiny smile in corner, she accentuated the pressure and pushed him back before quickly regaining her place. 583 fell over with an almost comical slowness and sprawled on the back. The shock woke him up.
“Huh? Wut? What?”
“It's your turn to play” the female only reminded, looking at her cards as if nothing had happened.
“Huh but... but yes I know! I... I was analyzing my options!”
“Lying on the ground?”
“Yes!” he countered without thinking as he briskly brought his cards back in front of him without straightening up. “I'm always doing like this with my friendsies!”
She raised an eyebrow arch.
“Mmm I see. You must often lose by forfeit then.”
Her words made 583 finally jump on his feet.
“What?!”
The future Queen pretended to contemplate her nails.
“Yeeees, you know, if you find yourself unable to play, it's a forfeit. Ah, now I get it! No wonder you cheat so often.”
Behind his mask, the Slig squinted, his features distorted. He knew she was fooling him, with her smug, teasing look. He never thought a Mudokon could have that kind of expression. He had always considered them as empty shells, just good to work or to be used as a vent. And that was fine with him. But she was living in front of him, and it was starting to get on his nerves again. She shouldn't be allowed to do that. She shouldn't even been thinking about doing that. It was against the natural order. What was she thinking? Because he was introducing her to the game to ease his own boredom, she suddenly considered herself his equal? She was dreaming!
“Stop fucking staring at me like this!” he spat.
The female tilted her head.
“Intimidated?”
He was seething inside because deep down, she had hit the nail on the head. She was intimidating him, because she could afford things without much fear of taking a hit. He was allowed to break empty shells, but not her. Since their altercation on the Scrabs and Paramites, she had woken up, abandoned her fear, as if she had finally realized that he could only bark instead of bite. In a sense, the roles had been reversed, and she had been quick to realize that.
Suddenly, drowning in frustration, he let out about half a dozen distorted insults in a row with uncontained anger. The female flinched ever so slightly, but still took a falsely shocked look.
“Oh! Language!” she mocked in a high-pitched voice.
“You don't even know what I'm saying!”
“I understand the main points.”
“Ah ah ah! Her Highness is getting cocky I see!”
The Slig suddenly grabbed a card with his metallic hand and held it close to his face. The card, face up to his opponent, looked as if it held overwhelming power, the power of his deck... hopefully.
“But you know what, big girl, today is the day you're being crushed!”
With emphasis, he laid his card down in front of him. At the same moment, a part of the ceiling collapsed without warning. The crumpled metal sheet landed with a crash less than a meter away from the female. She jumped, frightened, and did her best to move away as fast as possible in spite of her crossed legs. 583, completely sobered up, immediately pulled her by the arm and stood in front of her.
“Holy crap! Shit! You okay?”
“I-I think so...”
Physically at least, she was telling the truth, that was the most important thing. The Slig turned away from her completely and rushed for his weapon, which he immediately raised to the ceiling, ready to fire. If they were terrorists, he would gladly greet them!
“Fuck! They told me it could happen! I didn't really believe it since you're such weaklings, but... in the end you're just ingrates!”
The female, almost motionless, her senses on alert, stared at the large hole above her head.
“What do you m...”
“Back off!” 583 ordered loudly.
By reflex, he fired a fast bullet at the feet of his protege. Giving a short cry, she recoiled in shock and stared at him in disbelief.
“You are all ingrates!” he repeated angrily. “We offer you shelter, cover, security, and this is how you thank us? We could have destroyed you, but we chose to take you under our wing! That makes me fucking angry!”
“You... you don't even know what...”
“You know what? Good in a way! It's been a long time since I've practiced! Hey!” he shouted at the missing panel. “I'm taking you all in, I need action! Get your asses over here!”
No one up there answered him. The silence thickened by the second. 583 danced from one foot to the other, tense as a leash holding back an enraged Slog, while the disturbed female began to sniff the air. Suddenly she frowned.
“Hey?” she whispered, fearing an unwelcome reaction.
“What?” 583 barked.
“Can you smell it?”
“Nah, I can't smell shit with this mask!”
“I'm sure it smells like burning!”
The Slig did not answer. After a moment, without lowering his gun, he slowly backed to his corner and grabbed his communication device. Like a watch, he quickly fixed it to his wrist, his wary gaze oscillating between the ceiling and his roommate. With his finger on the trigger, he pressed the transmission button with a tentacle of his snout.
“Hey! Zulag 5, do you copy?”
He was hoping that at least one former colleague would remember him. Or at least deign to answer him.
“Zulag 5! What is the situation? Are we under attack?”
“Oh hey! Hi One-armed ! Do you enjoy doing my old job?”
583 gave an irritate sigh. It had to be him!
“988” he greeted coldly. “Well, it's a total blast! How 'bout you? Do you enjoy licking the boss's ass?”
988 let out a particularly strident swearword. 583 allowed himself a satisfied grin.
“Okay, what's going on then? Because the ceiling is falling on us here!”
“Oh really? Hey boss! Zulag 9 is also impacted!”
“WHAT?!”
583 jumped violently. He had not expected the Glukkon to be so close. He had not missed his tone. Not far away, the female Mudokon winced.
“HEY! You hear me you idiot?” Gottlieb's voice bellowed.
“Yes boss. What are your orders boss?”
“Have you failed in your duty?”
The Slig swallowed hard. He hadn't had time to thoroughly check the condition of the future Queen.
“Er... no I...”
Suddenly a large hand grabbed his wrist. 583 was surprised to find his protegee right beside him, leaning into the microphone.
“I am well, nothing to worry about.”
There was a small silence during which the Slig tried to recover his hand while mimicking silent threats with the other.
“Oh good then! That's all that matters!” the Glukkon approved, sounding reassured.
“Your security guard is fine t...”
“No matter! The idiots in the decontamination room managed to do something amazing: they set fire to the gas pipes! They were able to limit the damage, they say, but most of the sectors are impacted! And my daily harvest is ruined! This bunch of primitives can't even use a fire extinguisher properly! Layoffs are coming, trust me! HEY!”
“Yes boss?” 583 replied instantly.
“Bring her to zulag 5 at once! And if she ever gets a scratch, you know what to expect!”
“You can count on m...”
The communication cut off sharply. The Slig gave a growl and finally lowered his weapon while the female shook her head.
“And you're saying we are the ingrates.”
ooOoo
Meet two other Sligs (that can’t stand each other): 374 and 312! I’ll probably try to draw them.
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QUARTET NIGHT - Starry Night (MAMAMOO Lyric Arrangement w/ Romanization)
i’ve been arranging a lot of songs lately esp after being introduced to this lovely group. i think their songs fit the dynamic of qn a lot which is why i arranged my favorite songs of them in a separate document, but they’re all ready to be shared with you all (i did them for starish but let’s be honest they fit with blackpink’s vibe a lot more, at least to me).
color codes
손끝이 시리더니 벌써 봄이 왔네
sonkkeut-i silideoni beolsseo bom-i wassne
꿈같은 바람이 불어 곳곳에
kkumgat-eun balam-i bul-eo gosgos-e
여느 때 와는 다른 듯한 이 기분이 반가워
yeoneu ttae waneun daleun deushan i gibun-i bangawo
내일은 좀 다른 날이 되려나
naeil-eun jom daleun nal-i doelyeona
어둠의 그림자 깊은 이 밤에 남겨진
eodum-ui geulimja gip-eun i bam-e namgyeojin
달이 달이 밝아와
dal-i dal-i balg-awa
빛을 그리고 있어
bich-eul geuligo iss-eo
내 몸에서 널 뺀 만큼 욕조에 물이 미련이 되어
nae mom-eseo neol ppaen mankeum yogjo-e mul-i milyeon-i doeeo
넘쳐흘러 한숨이 가득 그 공간을 채워
neomchyeoheulleo hansum-i gadeug geu gong-gan-eul chaewo
새벽이 찾아오면
saebyeong-i chaj-aomyeon
혼자 남겨질 때면
honja namgyeojil ttaemyeon
Starry night
별이 빛나는 밤
byeol-i bichnaneun bam
니가 휘휘휘 불어와
niga hwihwihwi bul-eowa
너와 나
neowa na
나눈 수많은 밤
nanun sumanh-eun bam
나를 취하게 만들어
naleul chwihage mandeul-eo
별이 빛나는 밤
byeol-i bichnaneun bam
야야야야이야
yayayayaiya
별이 빛나는 밤
byeol-i bichnaneun bam
야야야야야야야
yayayayayayaya
별이 빛나는 밤
byeol-i bichnaneun bam
겨울이 지나고 또다시 꽃은 피고
gyeoul-i jinago ttodasi kkoch-eun pigo
따뜻한 공기 냄새가 날 감싸
ttatteushan gong-gi naemsaega nal gamssa
달라진 거 없는 똑같은 일상이 반복돼 oh
dallajin geo eobsneun ttoggat-eun ilsang-i banbogdwae oh
그래도 내일을 기다려봐
geulaedo naeil-eul gidalyeobwa
하루에 끝에서 이 자리에 남아서
halue kkeut-eseo i jalie nam-aseo
날이 날이 새도록
nal-i nal-i saedolog
너를 그리고 있어
neoleul geuligo iss-eo
Do you want me to leave?
No 난 그 자리 그대로
No nan geu jali geudaelo
까만 밤하늘에 가려
kkaman bamhaneul-e galyeo
잠시 보이지 않는 거야
jamsi boiji anhneun geoya
새벽이 찾아오면
saebyeog-i chaj-aomyeon
혼자 남겨질 때면
honja mangyeojil ttaemyeon
Starry night
별이 빛나는 밤
byeol-i bichnaneun bam
니가 휘휘휘 불어와
niga hwihwihwi bul-eowa
너와 나
neowa na
나눈 수많은 밤
nanun sumanh-eun bam
나를 취하게 만들어
naleul chwihage mandeul-eo
별이 빛나는 밤
byeol-i bichnaneun bam
야야야야이야
yayayayaiya
별이 빛나는 밤
byeol-i bichnaneun bam
야야야야야야야
yayayayayayaya
별이 빛나는 밤
byeol-i bichnaneun bam
Starry, starry night
니가 없는 밤
niga eobsneun bam
가슴이 공허해
gaseum-i gongheohae
우리의 풍경이 저물어가
uliui pung-gyeong-i jeomul-eoga
현실을 부정해 눈을 감아도 니가 보여 왜 아른거려
hyeonsil-eul bujeonghae nun-eul gam-ado niga boyeo wae aleungeolyeo
Leave me alone
무너져 가네
muneojyeo gane
Starry night
별이 빛나는 밤
byeol-i bichnaneun bam
니가 휘휘휘 불어와
niga hwihwihwi bul-eowa
너와 나
neowa na
나눈 수많은 밤
nanun sumanh-eun bam
나를 취하게 만들어
naleul chwihage mandeul-eo
별이 빛나는 밤
byeol-i bichnaneun bam
야야야야이야
yayayayaiya
별이 빛나는 밤
byeol-i bichnaneun bam
야야야야야야야
yayayayayayaya
별이 빛나는 밤
byeol-i bichnaneun bam
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