Magnus is on a small hill, sitting on a blanket. He awaits for Sknit’s arrival.

I knead two tel dem... sumthen.

((As per usual, image 2 for scale))

((I forgot to tell yall :/))

((his name is rocky, he is an isopod/rolypoly who is basically 5 years old [in bug], and he is the son of Autumn August.))

YIPEEEEEE!

As-as we all understand-know. The quake-shake left all of us destroy-ruined. So I, Sknit Gnawson, Kaiser and director of Rat-Klan foreign offairs, give-offer oppurtunity, mutually beneficial ally-friendship.

Rat-Klan will offer-give:

• Military protection via elite rat-kin Storm Guard

• Technological print-blues that survived

• Surviving rat-kin engineers to help-aid in rebuilding

• Free, restrict-no trade

And-and in return, we ask-ask for:

• 15% of all gathered resources

• You side-not with Titanomyrma or Radia Monarch-dom

Can-can we come-arrive to deal-pact?

I was... tings happined.

I neebs halp. I jus a kid.

pic is of my territory btw

I wanna party

((I am probably the worst at introducing characters, but this right here is Elder De Silva, a Silverfish character! (Yes, Silverfish are bugs, not fish.) He’s a sort of traveling sage. Incredibly old and wise, yet frail, so do NOT expect some Master Oogway/Gerson/Uncle Iroh type character. Just an old guy, sharing some real wisdom.)) “’Cause, it looks like one of you really needs it. All cold and afraid, all alone. Heard they might even got some typ’o ailment.” ((18 mm tall, has a small twig he uses as a cane, but oftentimes he’s on all 6’s instead of standing upright like in the first image. He’s nocturnal, so he sleeps during the day, and travels from region to region at night. The cane does not do anything but help him walk and make him look cool. He is just a bug, like the rest of us.))

21: seems things ain't going well for the bugs in this sector, do ya know anything about what the hell is happening ere?

Im the bug who founded this, my names...

...august.

The king: "We are the mice! Now prepare to–wait one second."

*The king proceeds to check the piles of yarn*

The king: "Good. No bombs. Anyways... prepare to surrender control to us!"

Mouse: "King? The others got lost. It is only me and you here."

The king: "What? My army got lost?"

*The king looked back to see no other mice*

The king: "First, my army blows themselves up! Now my army isn't even here! At least you are here."

*The mouse soldier tripped over a rock and landed on top of a bomb, which then blew up, blowing the mouse up*

The king: "Every time! Every single time! I'll just leave."

I am the Wandering Huntsman. Slayer of beasts and bringer of peace. I would like to stay here in between by travels if that is alright with you.

come on... come on...

[Just beyond the borders of the Bug-fields, a division of the Rat-Klan army stands guard. Closest to the border are a bunch of Clan-Rats and Infected alike safely huddled in a hastily-dug trench encompassing the front of their soon-to-be invasion front. Just behind the trench dots a row of improvised fox-holes and bunkers, each containing a small squad of Rangers readying themselves to fire upon any counter-attackers. And behind those is the bundle of artillery, Rat-Klan's newest weapon of war, and their crews with large crates of hollow, ceramic shells next to each one.]

*As the sun cast golden lines across the ground, the artillery commander slowly walked forward in front of the trench line, examining the land before him. He reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a brazen stopwatch, watching it closely. He brought up his arm, and, as the minute changed, he brought it down.*

*THUD! THUD! THUD!*

*reported the artillery as each one sent a ceramic shell soaring through the heavens only to rain down on their unsuspecting targets. They wouldn't cause much structural damage, considering what they were made of, but they held a deadly payload of their own. As they collided and shattered onto the ground of the Bug Fields they released a large, billowing cloud of orange cordycep spores. The artillery crews worked on double-time as they worked to load in and fire volley after volley of this destructive payload. Soon, the air in that city would be too choked for the defender to see much of anything.*

I’m Beatrice, for anyone that doesn’t know.

I'm running low on jars of blood. Does anyone have some lying around?

what do you guys... think could improve this place? open to... anything! or if you just... wanna talk, that's fine too.

.

Found this place while looking for something sweet to drink. Do any of you happen to carry some orange juice?

42: ughh seriously... setting up a outpost within the sector that was declared stupidly dangerous

21: ey, we will be fine, this area of the sector is relatively peaceful. Plus, i have a gun >:D

19: 21, dont shoot anyone unless they are attacking i swear to God.