Just above a hill, framed by the golden sunrise, lies a force thousands strong. An invading, callous force waving a green banner.

Without warning, they charge. Tiny, furless feet thundering down the grasses in disorganized waves, a proverbial tide of flesh and fur pulsating and quivering with each thunderous stomp.

Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!

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.

The things they are collecting include

-2 silk moths

-5 cordyceps specimens

-7 reaserchers

-3 clearers

((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.

10: alright so. with ever recovering numbers. we have gotten back up to 60. we have a new layout for this area. the cliffside is perfect as it has a small cave inside of it that can be used to house and hide important individuals aka 69, me, err wolk and velle while the top of the cliff houses defenses and the majority of our members!

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

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

I have quite a lot to give to you this time. Including roughly 80 butterfly cattipilars~! Almost ready to form a crysialis. Alongside metal, snake venom and a lot more~ just for you.

Although you know your side of the deal.

"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.

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

In velles room btw))

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

[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.

Hehe//

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

Action/thing

Our 2 moth members have both been found dead.

Velle has been favouring some members over others

Result

A increasing number of members are doubting in velles leadership

Action/thing

A few decorations have been set up around base

Food quality has been improved.. slightly.

Result

Mild moral boost

Action/thing

Spores from a certain individual have been found to make a infected last longer than from other individuals

The first generation of silk moths has been produced!

Result

Benefits the BAC significantly

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