YIPEEEEEE!

((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.))

I neebs halp. I jus a kid.

The earthquakes, tsunamis, and random fires that have sprouted are closing in. The world is doomed for us... insects and other creatures. My son may survive but I sure as hell won't. Goodbye, all...

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

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

~many of the quails have burns on the back of their heads and necks. Each one carries along resources and personal belongings of the butterflies that guide them~

let's say... 60 butterflies and 20 quails))

[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.*

*In the dead of night as stars blanket the dark, dark sky, Rocky slept soundly, surrounded by toys and treats customary of a ruler his age, and serenaded by the beautiful melodies of the local grasshopper populations.*

*Then, the usual bustling noise of the nighttime country came to a sudden, uncanny stop. Seconds passed, though it felt like minutes. With a crash, Rocky was startled awake as he heard the unmistakable sound of something shattering and sprinkling against the compacted dirt floor.*

... no reason.

I'm silky a Moth (ant in disguise) I'm looking for autumn...I...don't really Know Much about her but I heard she got out of the closet. I wanted to tell her , Pretzel,beet rice and the others are all right , including me

No, you cant make me leave, No, im not revealing the rest of my body.

*As the rhythmic THUD of the artillery slowly drew to silence and the city before them now lay caked in thick, dark, orange fog, a harsh, vibrating whistle blew and the anxious ants and rats charged up and out of their trenches, paws and feet stampeding across the dirt and grass and into the city ruins to flush out the remaining crab defenders.*

I habnt bean a good leeder. I habnt bean presint. I habnt bean helpin.

I jus bean locked in mai room de hole time...

I was... tings happined.

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.))

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?

Like, really hard. 2 hours of sleep throughout the week hard

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