#oddworld Fleech

[clobertina]

It is now finally done

I give you, Abe’s Oddysee in the Ultimate Recap Cartoon style!

It’s not 100% perfect style wise imo, but I think I did good for an attempt!

[cardo-de-comer]

this woman <3

[normal-girl-in-an-odd-world]

A Guide to Mingot's names for the many lifeforms of Oddworld (aka when you can't be bothered to remember the names for every group of weirdos)

Mudokons = 'Fish-Faces'

Glukkons = 'Octomen,' 'Octopinheads', 'Squidward'

Sligs = 'Squidborgs'

Paramites = 'Hand Spiders'

Scrabs = 'Crabtaurs'

Slogs = 'Hellhounds', 'Demon Dogs', 'Devil Dogs'

Vykkers = 'Big-Head Creeps'

Interns = 'Speedo Weirdos', 'Vag-Mouths' (unused)

Fuzzles = 'Hairballs With Teeth'

Gabbits (specifically Munch) = 'Frog-Foot', 'Frog-Dolphin-Alligator-Catfish Thing', 'Big Mouth', 'Wide Mouth', 'Frog Mouth', 'Froggy', 'Frog Boy'

Elum = 'Camel-Donkeys'

Fleeches = 'A Whole Lotta Nope'

Clakkerz = 'Bird Brainz'

Meeps = 'Sheep', 'Sheepclops', 'Shmeeps'

[a-table-of-fics]

Oddworld: Conar’s Ambition, Chapter 14, Draft 1, Part 3

Slim scooped up the now-muddy claws, a slight grimace on his face. Even after leaving the Sloghut, he had to pick up after a Slig?

“Well, c’mon, boy,” Conar said, turning his attention to a groggy Chairman. “With any luck, you can chomp on somethin’ on the way.”

Chairman snorted, but slowly stepped back, preparing to leap over the fence. Catching Slim’s glare, Conar gently pushed on Chairman’s forehead before he could try. Instead, the two strode over to the gate, where Conar could extend his tentacles to the latch.

The two followed Slim out the door to greet a grey Mudokon, adorned with orange and purple feathers, plenty of blue and indigo body paint, and an eternally tired grimace. He briefly cringed when he saw the Slig and Slog, but didn’t otherwise change expression as he addressed them all.

“Okay, let’s make this quick. Your jerk boss is hangin’ out at the Fleech Fields, and the Almighty Raisin wants to help ya get there. But he’s not going to do it for free, y’know; he’s gonna be askin’ a favor from the two of you.”

“What kind of favor?” Conar asked.

“He didn’t say,” the Mudokon shrugged. “Guess you gotta ask him yourself. Just try not to blast him with your rank smoke breath, okay?”

Conar scowled. He did not need to be reminded of losing his cigarettes, and he certainly didn’t need this jerk’s attitude.

“So where can we find this Raisin guy?” Slim asked, trying to position himself between the other Mudokon and Conar.

[alifetimeofgames]

Oddworld: Abe’s Exoddus

Another one for all of my all-time favourite video game series!

Alright, so I liked Abe's Exoddus just fine. But I vastly preferred Oddyssee.

Thing is, what originally caught my interest and sense of intrigue in Oddworld was the dark tone of it. Sure, AO had its fart jokes and goofy sound effects, but it overall felt really, really dark. So when I first tried AE, I expected more of the same tone. Instead, there's Abe constantly falling over, cheap crotchshots, Glukkons yelling every single line and borderline fetishistic fart stuff. There's dark stuff in it, too, but it feels vastly overshadowed by the downright ridiculous stuff going on. And I didn't really care for all of that. I enjoyed the game itself since it adds a lot of cool new features, but overall it feels like more of the same but dumber this time.

And I'm not going to go into Soulstorm too much here, but I'm glad they didn't just remake AE the way this is.

Now, there are some amazing things in this game too, of course. The backgrounds are beautiful, and from time to time they can be stunning! The music is really good, especially the industrial parts. The quicksave is a good feature to add, and the new enemies like the Fleeches and Greeters are great.

So all in all - not a bad game, not at all, I enjoyed the actual gameplay. But I didn't like the change in tone.

[edgar-percival]

What happened to your feathers? ....Are those feathers?

Yes, they are indeed my feathers. I apologise for the unruly appearance, they are rather… untameable. I hope it is not too off-putting. Believe me I do clean them when I am able to do so, however I am not often permitted to use the private showers.

[mable-stitchpunk]

Fanfiction Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13892650/9/Within-Reach

[magog-on-the-march]

Today's lost archive image: Fleech close-up!

(x)

[asameera]

Oddworldtober 24: Oddworld Halloween candy

Gelified Slig (cute to chew on!)

Gelified Fleech (stretchy and funny!)

Dead Abe lollipop (target at sight!)

Bolamite lollipop (not poisoned! ...probably)

Chocolate Ratz (tasty crunchy ball!)

Who want some?

[sutzrainbow]

Seeing the Sleeches close up makes me think of this guy, which is surprisingly fitting. O.o

Apparently Sleeches and Fleeches are the same creature just in a different stage of life like ?????

???????

[clobertina]

Abe’s Exoddus in the Ultimate Recap Cartoon style!

Once again, I don’t think it’s 100% exact as the style I’m trying to mimic… but it’s whatever LOL.

The Previous:

[qu33nace]

im slowly working my way down the line of beasties, heres a pack of fleeches

[normal-girl-in-an-odd-world]

Trivia about Humanity in Oddworld:

Their natural scent smells TERRIBLE to sligs. The smell is so bad in fact, that Sligs will freeze up and start violently reching if a human is even within a few feet of them. (basically, humans are like walking Surströmming to them)

In contrast, humans smell ABSOLUTELY DELICIOUS to Glukkons. So delicious, that even the smallest whiff of it will have them practically addicted!

And I'm being very literal about becoming addicted to it. You know that scene in Finding Nemo where Bruce the shark gets the smallest whiff of blood when Marlin accidentally gives Dorey a nosebleed, and he goes crazy?

Yeah, that's what happens when Glukks smell human...

It causes them to go into a feral/primal predatory state like it awakened some ancient instinct that they haven't had to use for centuries.

One sniff is enough for them to become obsessed and lose all rational thought...

for some reason, the fauna of Oddworld just has it OUT for humans. The more aggressive breeds (i.e. scrabs, fleeches, slogs,) will just attack them on sight! This includes paramites, who normally only attack if they're cornered or they're in the presence of another of their kind.

Even peaceful types like Elum or Meeps hate them! Elums will act extremely uncooperatively, refusing to follow instructions and violently bucking if a human tries to ride them, and meeps will run from them at top speed

this scene from Spongebob sums it up pretty well

[a-table-of-fics]

Oddworld: Conar’s Ambition, Chapter 14, Draft 1

“So, uh, what’s a raisin, anyway?”

Conar peeked his head out from past Chairman. He couldn’t bring the whole pack with him, of course, but he was able to bring his best friend at least, provided the two shared a grass-filled bed meant for Meep.

“Hell if I know, man,” he admitted. “But if he’s behind those Ratz, I’d say we got a good thing goin’.”

“You keep going on about those Ratz,” Slim remarked. “You sure you’re not just seein’ things? Those critters’r everywhere anyway.”

Conar remained silent, slipping back to lie on his stomach. It was the best way to look up at the window (well, the opening in the wall). Even through his visor, he could see the stars above for the first time. They were nothing like what he saw on TV; they were less jagged yellow things and more light blue dots, painting the sky in intricate patterns. Had he really missed out on entire worlds just above him?

“What’s eating you?” asked Slim.

“Oh, you know,” Conar laughed absently, “Just thinkin’ about what I’ll do with Zeb’s moolah… you think I can get one of them Howitzers?”

“All this and you’re still thinking about raiding that Glukkon, huh?” Slim shook his head. “Couldn’t ask for more from a Slig.”

Conar mulled over that as he tried to count the stars. He found he didn’t have the strength to argue the point, but he contemplated it while his eyes became heavy.

He dreamt of rushing waters, of being swept up, of being unable to do anything but obey the flow. He dreamt of the metal gullet of a cannery, of unknowable pistons working tirelessly at vast functions. He dreamt of being beaten endlessly with meat tenderizers, of being sliced with countless blades. He dreamt of Mudokons working tirelessly at the mechanisms as Sligs laughed contemptuously at him. At the end of the river, he dreamed of a bowl big enough for him to fall into, with Slogs ready to chow down. No one but him took issue with this exchange.

But right as the first bite was about do dig into him, he felt something else prodding him tentatively.

“Conar? Conar, wake u—” Slim started, before dodging a reflexive swipe.

He could swear he saw Conar’s eyes quiver for a moment behind the glowing visor. Even the red seemed to soften as Conar caught his breath.

“Y-you can’t just wake a Slig like that!” Conar finally managed. “I just…”

“You know you coulda took your claws off,” Slim remarked.

Conar paused mid-climb onto Chairman. He sighed, pulling on the loose threads holding the worm’s teeth. They fell without ceremony into the mud. Conar grumbled as he finished mounting onto Chairman.

“Well, what is it?” he asked.

“Some guy with a lot of feathers in his head wanted us to get ready to follow him. Apparently that raisin really wants to see us.”

Slim scooped up the now-muddy claws, a slight grimace on his face. Even after leaving the Sloghut, he had to pick up after a Slig?

“Well, c’mon, boy,” Conar said, turning his attention to a groggy Chairman. “With any luck, you can chomp on somethin’ on the way.”

Chairman snorted, but slowly stepped back, preparing to leap over the fence. Catching Slim’s glare, Conar gently pushed on Chairman’s forehead before he could try. Instead, the two strode over to the gate, where Conar could extend his tentacles to the latch.

The two followed Slim out the door to greet a grey Mudokon, adorned with orange and purple feathers, plenty of blue and indigo body paint, and an eternally tired grimace. He briefly cringed when he saw the Slig and Slog, but didn’t otherwise change expression as he addressed them all.

“Okay, let’s make this quick. Your jerk boss is hangin’ out at the Fleech Fields, and the Almighty Raisin wants to help ya get there. But he’s not going to do it for free, y’know; he’s gonna be askin’ a favor from the two of you.”

“What kind of favor?” Conar asked.

“He didn’t say,” the Mudokon shrugged. “Guess you gotta ask him yourself. Just try not to blast him with your rank smoke breath, okay?”

Conar scowled. He did not need to be reminded of losing his cigarettes, and he certainly didn’t need this jerk’s attitude.

“So where can we find this Raisin guy?” Slim asked, trying to position himself between the other Mudokon and Conar.

“There’s a Well down the path that’ll take you straight to his cave. Only problem you got is some bastitches setting up camp there, Odd knows why. Call themselves Wolvarks, and I’ll be honest, I’d prefer if they had your ugly mug.”

He pointed to Conar with that last comment, but Conar didn’t so much as sneer. Instead, he reeled back, causing Chairman to look up in worry at him.

“Wolvarks?!” he exclaimed. “The hell are they doin’ this far east? Don’t they know this is Magog turf?”

“Wouldn’t call It ‘Magog turf’ when you’re around Mudokons if I were you,” the guide said, eyes narrowing. “You Magogs have been messing with our turf since I was a hatchling!”

There was silence for a moment as he glared, and then he walked over to a ring of stones.

“If you can drive those guys off before you get there, that’d be great.”

He nudged a rock with his foot before stepping over to the center.

 “And I’m guessin’ you won’t be giving us any kinds of weapons or anything?”

“That ain’t my wheelhouse,” the purple Mudokon shrugged. “But hey, from the looks of your armor and weapons, you were able to take a Pirthworm out. This should be no biggie!”

And with that, he left an outline of otherworldly sparks as he vanished.

“Yeah, thanks,” Conar said with a grimace.

He drummed his fingers on Chairman for a moment, not caring about the Slog taking quick snaps at the sparks.

“Shouldn’t be any problem, should it?” Slim asked, looking ahead. “After all, the Magog chose you over whatever these Wool Farts are, right?”

“Heh, yeah,” Conar laughed mirthlessly. “I’m sure we can kick some booty no problem. General Dripik always called us the muscle of the Magog.”

He failed to mention the exact wording, given he remembered the phrase “low-price lowlives” in it. He also failed to mention how Dripik was reported missing after Abe apparently tore his old Barracks a new one; he couldn’t imagine how the Wolvarks could look much worse than the Sligs after that.

Slim sighed in relief.

“Gotta admit, if you were worried, we’d be screwed.”

Conar grunted, nudging Chairman away from the ring of stones. He didn’t get how they couldn’t be taken with the magical vanishing Mudokon, but there were more pressing matters, and he was finally getting a lead to someone who could help him get to Zeb.

Slim, though, was in no hurry, turning to wave at the villagers.

“Thanks for letting us stay!” he called, cheerfully.

He was met with stone silence from the guards. They nodded, but their eyes were on Conar, anticipating anything he might do.

“Yeah yeah,” Conar scoffed. “I’m leavin’.”

As he and Chairman turned to follow the trail, Slim saw the two relax. He shook his head, turning to follow his ally. He had fantasized about being in the luxurious guardsman position, overseeing the Slig floor-scrubbers with whatever power trips came to mind, but even if this was kind of close, it felt weird when Conar was the second-class citizen. Best he could do now is walk alongside Chairman in uncomfortable silence.

After about ten minutes, Conar grunted that strange raspy grunt that reminded Slim of the time the Recycler was jammed.

“They give you anything to eat?” he asked. “Could go for some meat myself.”

And a smoke, he added to himself. My lungs’re itching like hell.

“Sure,” Slim sighed.

He reached into his pouch and quickly produced chunks of something pink even after the fire left its scorch marks on it. It made Chairman stop and salivate. Slim tensed, but soon laughed.

“Gotta wait your turn, buddy,” he said, patting Chairman’s head. “Your boss needs some food, too.”

He took some of the larger bits and offered them to Conar.

“What’re these?” he asked, a second before taking a chunk in his tentacles and scarfing it down. His hands greedily reached out for the rest.

“I think they said it was Meep,” Slim shrugged. “Doesn’t taste like any Meep I’ve had, though.”

“You can say that again,” Conar chuckled, offering some of the extra to Chairman who devoured without a second thought. “It’s nothin’ like Meep Treats, huh?”

He wondered what happened at RuptureFarms to make it less like the smoky tenderness of mutton and more like the candied sweetness he knew from back home.

The three ate for a bit before they heard footsteps from up ahead. Someone was grumbling about having to do patrol work, and he whined about missing out on “the game”. Neither Slim nor Conar had ever heard a drawl like that.

They rushed into the bushes, Conar hastily trying to shush Chairman to keep him from growling at the strange smell. It was a scent familiar to any Slig, but wrapped in a veneer too dry for anyone from East Mudos.

“…coulda least let me’ve taken my flask,” the voice said, its owner soon coming into view. With leathery yellow skin, a toothy underbite and strange ears on either side of a green beret, the Wolvark loped forward on the stubbiest legs Conar had ever seen. He had casually slung a weird-looking rifle over his shoulder, one with strangely placed blades on the muzzle. He exhaled a puff of smoke as he continued grumbling, flicking a Lungbuster out of his mouth.

The tantalizing smell reached Conar’s face. He was already in a sourer mood than usual, but someone else getting the relief that he had lost just yesterday?

“Get ‘im!” he shouted, riding Chairman into battle.

“…the hell?” the Wolvark turned, immediately readying his gun. He leapt to the side, deftly dodging the Slog bite and taking aim.

Chairman skidded to a halt and turned to snarl at the Wolvark, Conar swinging around and readjusting his grip.

“Wait’ll I tell the boys about this!” the Wolvark laughed, opening fire.

Darts sailed past Slig and Slog as the three started a deadly dance. The Wolvark gleefully dodged as Chairman lunged forward and Conar shouted obscenities at his adversary. More darts fired, Chairman yelping as a couple hit him. The Slog’s steps slowed, and he whined as every movement felt heavy. Finally, he fell forward, letting Conar slip off as he fell asleep.

“C’mon, get up you—” Conar hissed before the Wolvark’s shadow loomed over him. He looked up, knowing full well he was screwed.

“Looky here,” the Wolvark laughed. “Here I thought you were a lump of sludge on some poor Sleg. Reckon I was right!”

“Y-you scaly bastard!” Conar spat. “You think you can just come over and make camp here?!”

“Damn, you’re late to the party! Once we clear out those Mud guys, I tell ya, we’ll strike it rich with the Magog’s—”

The Wolvark’s boasts were cut off with a gasp, followed by bloody gurgles and spit. His eyes quivered downwards to find a very toothy spearpoint twisting out of his stomach. He gave a last glance to Conar before keeling over, dropping his gun.

“O-oh Odd,” Slim said, dropping the spear and letting the corpse fall. “I g-got him…”

His hands were shaking, and his eyes tried and failed to dart away from his kill. Conar recognized the look.

“Thanks,” he said, crawling forward. He barely cared that he was getting blood onto his hands. “I dunno what I would’ve done if you weren’t there to save my ass.”

“Y-yeah…”

Conar thought back to his childhood, when he was still in training. He had been ordered to club his first live target to death. Seemed to be a senseless waste of a Mudokon, he told himself to justify his guilt over it. He had convinced himself for years that that was the reason, but now that he was looking at Slim’s face, he was starting to doubt that. At least the Blunderbuss was less up close and personal.

“We oughta get movin’,” Conar said, matter-of-factly. “Help me get Chairman up and we’ll get that body outta here.”

He started to pull darts from his Slog’s hide, stopping to eye one of them. He looked at the Wolvark’s gun blankly. What use was a gun that didn’t kill its target? He was glad he’d still have his Chairman alongside him, but still, the concept was more than a little foreign to him.

“Does that rifle fit your hands?” he asked.

“I-I think so,” Slim replied. “B-but you sure you wouldn’t—”

“Hell no!” Conar laughed, mostly for show. “You think I’m gonna use those clowns’ peashooters? Give me those damn worm teeth any day.”

To Conar’s relief, Slim was able to keep his finger over the trigger, tossing his spear aside.

“Hang on,” Conar said, unfastening the Wolvark’s bandolier. “There should be more ammo here, and you might need the spear, too. Just gimme the cigarettes if they’re in any of the pouches, will ya?”

Slim nodded slowly, pulling out some darts, a pack of Lungbusters, and about fifty Moolah. He tossed the cigarettes and Moolah to Conar, who gratefully snatched everything up.

It took about a minute to get the Wolvark carcass into the deep brush, and thankfully the idiot hadn’t thought to bring anything that would’ve alerted the others. The only real challenge was pulling Chairman away from the smell of fresh meat.

Conar couldn’t believe his luck, and was ready for a well-deserved smoke. That’s when the problem arrived.

“Damn,” he muttered, realizing he didn’t have a light.

[night-of-the-alienguardian]

1. Stranger's Wrath

2. Hard pick between And and Alf

3. Crig

4. General Dripik

5. Changes often but I'm generally very fond of Humphrey and Sekto

6. Outlaws and Sligs

7. Scrabs

8. Slig Barracks

9. The Mongo Valley

10. "Tell my wife I love her" - dying Wolvark

11. Munch's Oddysee

12. Eugene Ius

13. Industrialists

14. Abe

15. 1997, when my dad bought Abe's Oddysee. I was 5 years old

16. Fleech theme music still gives me palpitations

17. I still think Irwin and Humphrey arguing is really funny

18. I've played through Munch an embarrassing amount of times, and I know at least 30 times for Stranger across different consoles. Abe's Oddysee twice, and Abe's Exoddus a dozen times. New N Tasty a handful.

19. I dressed up to pick up my copy of Stranger's Wrath, and got a Stranger cake for my 12th birthday.

20. God too fuckin many.

21. God too fuckin many Outlaws are matriarchal mammals, Vykkers only enter society when they master a profession, the Mongo has high import taxes which is why everyone lives like they do

22. Ain't much on that stuff.

23.

Lookie here

24. New N Tasty has some severe cutscene pacing problems

25. Sweats

26. I love Lorne but I worry about him sometimes

27. I just wanna see the queens man

28. T h e Q u e e n s

29. Many years of successful releases

30. Oddworld taught me about social, political, and economic issues from an early age and now I'm a hard Leftist with a bone to pick

Oddworld ask game!

Which Oddworld game is your favourite out of the series?

Who’s your favourite Mudokon?

Who’s your favourite slig?

Who’s your favourite glukkon?

Who’s your favourite Oddworld character in general?

Which sapient species is your favourite? (I.e. Muds, sligs, Gluks, vykkers etc)

Which non-sapient species is your favourite? (I.e. paramites, scrabs, slogs etc)

Which is your favourite level/cutscene?

Which location in Mudos is your favourite?

What’s your favourite quote/line from the games?

Which is your least favourite game out of the series?

Who is your least favourite Oddworld character?

Natives or industrialists?

Abe, Munch, or Stranger?

When did you first get into Oddworld?

Has there ever been a moment in the games that terrified you?

What moment from the games made you laugh?

How many times have you played the games?

What’s your fondest Oddworld-related memory?

Do you have an OC?

Do you have any headcanons?

Do you have any AU ideas?

Do you own/collect any merch?

Do you have any unpopular opinions?

Who’s your favourite person (or people) on Oddtumblr?

What are your thoughts on Lorne Lanning, Cherry McKenna and/or Oddworld Inhabitants?

What piece of lore do you hope makes it into the games?

Which character from the lore do you hope shows up in the games?

What hopes do you have for the franchise?

How has Oddworld impacted/influenced you?

@ask-alf-oddworld @night-of-the-alienguardian @firebird963 @freakova @dank-yabu @reflectionslegacy @sootfaced-mud @lunasdestiny @thewonderingstars

[clobertina]

Some Oddworld Chibis, Aka, Chibis from one of the most underrated video games ever lol

1st one is a Scrab

2nd one is a Paramite

3rd one is a Meech

4th one is a Fleech

Plan on making more! This is just the first row lol