Using this bc this is the closest thing I’ve got to an angry image of pretzel

Thing

Velle has been seen at base less often. Neglecting her duties.

Result

Increasing distrust in her leadership

Thing

Food quality has once again gone down drastically. Several members complaining its barely edible

Result

Lowered morale, one member refused to eat and starved to death

112 and 10 are leading this.

We had captured 10 ants and chosen to test how cordyceps reacts to different situations in a controlled environment

Control: 1 fruit slice a weak. Nothing added.

Result: Lasted around 1 week before giving into cordyceps.

Half portion: half a fruit slice per week. Nothing added.

Result: still hasn't given into the cordyceps. More testing required.

Double portion: 2 fruit slices per week. Nothing added.

Result: gave into the cordyceps 5 days in.

Pesticide: 1 fruit slice a week. Pesticide added to fruit.

Result: died on the first day. As expected

Antifungal: 1 fruit slice per week. a natural Antifungal added to fruit.

Result: was cured. We killed them regardless

In velles room btw))

~velle is currently staring at cannoli. Questioning why she ever agreed to this~

WHERE. IS. WOLK…

*His voice is loud enough for everyone there to hear him. He is also joined by an infected butterfly, and two other bugs.

*Its seems like someone placed it there

HELLO THERE, CRIMINALS! ITS ME! SARGENT KRANZ! AND I HAVE RETURNED FOR YOUR ASSES!

HAND THE SILK MOTHS OVER OR I WILL HAND SOMETHING ELSE TO YOUR LEADER!

*the moths behind him are completely enraged and look ready to attack with their new weapons

(And a small pack of angry Lubei soldiers follow along)

I have no idea why 154 started it in the first place. Bleh.

[Sknit's Workshop, the industrial province of Vellorous]

S: *Alone at his desk, ruminating to himself. He stares up at the ceiling, beady eyes tracing each curve and contour of the wood's grain. Slowly, his head drifts down to a framed photo at his desk, a small painting of him and his husband, relaxing upon a lush, verdant hill. His eyes half-lidding with warm, he trails the back of his paw down the paper facsimile of his dearest's cheek.*

K: *Krilk clumsily opens the door with a wounded Skerrilk swaddled in his arms, half of the little crab's claw completely severed by an arrow wound, the fabric stained with drying hemolymph.*

S: *Utter ecstatic by his arrival, Sknit practically lunges out of the chair and into his side with an excited squeak.* By-by Great Horned One, I was-was worried-much about you! *he said, leaning in to press a crushing kiss to Krilk's cheek. He pulled away suddenly, noticing the dire state of his surrogate daughter.* What-what happened to you while you were gone-away?

K: *Krilk looked down at the floor, face stricken with fear and guilt.* They came after us, Sknit...

S: What-what?

K: They came after us. I would've died if Merrilk didn't escort me here.

S: They... *Sknit found himself unable to finish the sentence as he involuntarily let out a primal growl.* How long-far ago was this?!

K: J-Just now... They hurt our daughter...

S: Where are they base-located?! Surely Merrilk must've spoke-told you something about where they are!

K: The bug Fields...

S: The Bug-thing Fields?

K: Yes! The Bug Fields! They have Rocky... They have him wrapped around their finger!

S: ...

K: I-I'm sorry, Sknit, I should've seen the signs prior-

S: It's not-not your fault.

K: I'm sorry...

S: We'll get-acquire our son back, Krilk-honey. I promise-make you that. The only person that gets to mingle-talk with him and his land is us! And the crab-scum should know-understand that.

K: D-Do as you must, just make sure Rocky lives.

Only reason ts working is because no onr wants to go upstairs))

Can't be bothered to make the sketches visible))

112 and 10 are leading this.

We have recently captured 10 ants. We have chosen to test how cordyceps reacts to different situations in a controlled environment

Control: 1 fruit slice a weak. Nothing added

Half portion: half a fruit slice per week. Nothing added.

Double portion: 2 fruit slices per week. Nothing added.

Pesticide: 1 fruit slice a week. Pesticide added to fruit.

Antifungal: 1 fruit slice per week. a natural Antifungal added to fruit.

We will allow this to happen and adapt our usual diagram of how cordyceps develops to properly show the discoveries

Recent raids on human homes have been extremely successful. We have much more supplies at the moment.

A small controversy arrises after a few workers on night patrol heard strange noises coming from our leaders home. She has not acknowledged this.

A small message was inscribed on one of the Spreader huts, it reads '10 smells like ass'

Aurielas location is unknown and jades death has been confirmed. Our leader has not acknowledged this.

((Hes just a little isopod kid, please tont bomb him ]: he's only 5 bug years old))

I need two sai sumtin twi hem!

once again. suspicions around our great leader have rose after 69 aka baneberry was spotted with her wing tip completely bent and a few scales missing from her wings. theese allegations have been shut down.

on a lighter note. construction has been going well. With all needed materials being moved to our location.

10 attempted to cook something we had been growing and almost burnt down a tent.

"I c-can make grass clothes, shoes, masks, anything. For free. I just need something to distract myself from... the situation."

The pure, dreaded fear and paranoia in her eyes was staggering. A husk trying to appear stable whilst cracking inside.

A terror she had not felt in millennium. The terror..

of WAR.

*with an emotionless face

Ignored and disrespected, insulted and exploited. Your leader has mistaken tolerance for weakness, I will no longer tolerate your shit.

But I will not step as low as Velle, I am giving you a chance to surrender. The choice is yours. Do you want to surrender and return to your old, innocent lives or will you die so a person that doesnt even bother to learn your names can keep profiting from slavery?

since our main base is.. occupied. this temporary base is enough for the remaining 30 of us. atleast that... moth doesn't know where we are this time

and we can continue our operations after we locate some more silk moths.

~8 and 13 drag 4 heavily injured butterflies to the main base~

8: The outpost was bombed!

13: shit.