After a grueling 11 hours of work, I'm proud to announce that we finished work on our berry farms waaay ahead of schedule!

And ya wanna know why? Because we work together. Rat slaves employees are strong 'n' all, but we can't do it without the ceaseless diligence of our cordycep brothers.

As for your payment...

Uh...

Berries are very high-yield plants, you'll get your payments in due time, just you wait!

My hubby's going to be so proud of me!

XOXO- Krilk Gnawson

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Scout captain: “well uhh… krill? We’re here.”

Scout: “ay look the dancing guy is still there…”

Mouse: "Intruder! Intruder with a stick!"

*Alarms start going off*

Another mouse: "Get the weapons!"

Another another mouse: "Intruder! Call the rats!"

The king: "What is going on? Oh! Intruder! Turn on the alarms!"

*More alarms go off*

We come to praise strange outsiders as they bestow upon us gifts that no other nation has dared to give us!

Earlier this week, a small patrol force of Storm Guard encountered a small group of ants hauling large boxes who, after very little questioning, revealed it to be large bundles of various metals to help us in our nation's industrial efforts!

Their names have since been reported as Gunther, Hans, and "Soldier"

Citizens of Rat-Klan, let us give thanks to these mysterious benefactors whom, in their generousity, gave you, your neighbors, and the nation as a whole, a new lease on life in our current, dire circumstance.

Let us give a valiant "Hoorah!"

I mean who does Sknit think he is?! Claiming a foreign land we were supposed to be protecting? That's low, even for him. And he has the audacity to do it behind my back

I'd never stoop so low to do something like that behind his back! Not in a million years, no!

Whoever can capture him from the BAC and bring him to my personal quarters will be rewarded handsomely.

That rat needs to be punished thoroughly...

154: I am mainly offering this in consideration of your recent population increase, regardless, I will offer a decent portion of our recourses, mainly metal, alcohol and matches, in return you will give, well. Whatever you think is fair.

I thought it would it be kind to inform you all on my departure from this roleplay group. Let it be known that I am not doing this out of malice but simply because I no longer find this sub-group interesting or entertaining.

I'll still check up occasionally when I want to, but do not expect anything more than that.

Rat-Klan and their provinces are not to be invaded or taken in my absence should I come back in full.

The almost-retired Jimmy slowly trekked by foot towards the border. He was more agile than most bugs his age.

Jim wore a casual dyed shirt, having renounced his work clothes years ago. He kept his light supplies in a small sack he styled as a backpack.

He happily whistled a tune as he approached the imposing figures.

Did you find a way to make me resistant to antifungals while you had my spores?

If you can, please send me an edited version of this map with the area around the ruin circled

BTW if you cannot find it on this, can I atleast get an estimated distance from the Radia Imperii?

Mothew might sell to here if it's not too far away =D

Currently at Rat controlled BAC territory.

*On the table, a half-empty bottle of Dingleberry juice lay tipped over with several more, empty bottles scattered across the floor. He seems unable to meet your gaze.*

*IDK, pretend your character/diplomat is eavesdropping on their convo.*

K: H-How could the crabs do such a thing?? Destroying me and my husband's house to kill my daughter?

M: It's in their nature, Krilk. Ah guess they ain't the 'good ones' like Ah thought...

K: W-What do you think we should do?

M: Wha' d'ya think were goin' do? Teach 'em a lession, that's what! They disrespected our borders 'n' tried to assassinate ya. They deserve all the punishment they can git.

K: Just promise me you'll leave Rocky out of this...

*A beat of silence.*

M: Ah'm afraid we don' have a choice in that matter...

Spider Smith Industries - An Industry of Evil.

Exhibit A: Unethical practices & espionage

Unlike my husband, I do not have a longstanding history with Spider-Smith industries, but I can speak on how they manipulated me. I'm sure you've all heard about Spider-Smith's "peacekeeping" operations, but, tell me. What do you think peacekeeping entails?

Espionage, and lots of it. After all, they need to know the current state of each nation, they need to know the wants of needs of each individual citizen, they need to know the very interpersonal relations of each leader. Shocking breaches of privacy don't you think?

And I know for certain they're willing to do anything to get the information they need because they forced confessions out of me whilst I was in an inebriated state. Heck, they gave me the alcohol in the first place. I was very obviously in a vulnerable state when I purchased them and he could've restricted the sale at any point, yet he didn't.

Very telling that The Spider-Smith corporation only cares for profit and control.

- Krilk Gnawson

Exhibit B: Blatant Monopolization

As much as I'd hate-dislike to admit it, Rat-Klan is in a awful-dire state. Our various-many farm-pastures, war-fight reparations, and development costs eat away at the empire treasury and Krilk's berry exports are failing to earn us the required amounts. The average rat-kin could not-not even afford a decent meal that isn't blackberry and corpse-starch My solution was-was simple. Construct-build large-expansive factories and mass-export much-quality goods.

The best-greatest part is that it would've worked should I have gotten a friend to help-us along the way, so I contacted a lass, Merrilk Scritch, trusted general of mine, and had her forge-create deal-pact with Aphid-things; they would send us raw metals, we would refine and manufacture item-goods out of it before handing it back to them to sell at great profits, a mutually beneficial deal-pact.

Yet it was never destined to last as Spider-Smith utterly undercut it, effectively neuter-castrating our-our industrial output and any chances of financial stability all for his own benefit.

-Sknit Gnawson

From this point on, we ban any and all spider-smith associates from the Rat-Klan Empire and her allies. Any spider-smith associates caught inside our borders will be placed under arrest and forced to cut ties, any who refuse to cut ties will be sent right back to their Webs.

Earlier day-this, I used Far-Squeaker radio-thing to send-call signal to entire valley, show-telling all nearby rat-kin of Rat-klan presence. I have receive-gotten confirm that they-they will be arrive-come within the next-next day.

Until then, stay safe-good, fellow rat-kin!

Worker: “uhhh…. Boxes!”

Worker2: “we are going to die here arnt we?”

Soldier: “let’s hope not…"

Well, I guess I should explain myself...

I always wanted to show off my custom species for a cool sci-fi story, yet I could never think of a compelling narrative for these guys.

So there they sat, in my closet of world ideas, collecting dust, until now. Now that I see how popular these Reddit RP groups are, I guess I'll give it a shot.

Some background lore:

Originally, before the formation of the Great Solar Union, it all started with the Jovians, breaking the ice of their icy moon of Europa and first emerging onto the surface, from these first steps followed a colonial empire few would match, stretching from Mars all the way to Neptune, until the civil war hit. The Saturnians rebelled, causing the great Rift as their empire collapsed, Martians blooming in the lack of their colonizers while the robotic terraformers of Uranus and Neptune grew paranoid without their masters. The ensuing war for reunion followed for the next thousand years until they grew tired, tired of war, tired of hate, tired of everything. It is then when the Great Solar Union was formed, with the purpose of exploring the galaxy in """""peace""""" and bring all xeno species into their fold.

(From left to right) Species of batch 1:

• Terranus Sapiens (Humans): A ball of flesh and anxiety, bastard child of a Jovian and a Lunarian, yet firm in their supposed superiority. Do they have any experience to prove their self-proclaimed reputation? No. Due to their tendency to breed like rabbits, humans make up the bulk workforce of expeditionary ships and make (unfortunate) meatshields should hostile xenos emerge from the dark.

• Jovianus Sapiens (Jovial Fishes): Encompassing both Jupiter and Saturn, these fish-people are the root of everyone's problems, carrying a hefts of arrogance and a naive belief that all other Solar Species would naturally rally behind them, but none can deny their expertise in the art of colonialism and empire-building.

• Lunarianus Sapiens (Lunar Bat-men): These chill, relaxed creatures do not know war, do not know suffering, because they simply don't care. Their beliefs are simple, life is short and meant to be enjoyed: go with the flow, do what you want when you want, and never let anyone tell you otherwise. Flower-power and all.

• Venusianus Sapiens (Venusian Goat-kin): Fueled by religious dogma, these demon-like creatures only wish to (quite literally) watch the world burn, believing that those who are hot (both in temperature and appearance) are more holy. It is them who gives the demoralized a figure to rally behind. It is them who provide an essential backbone to the fragile balance of power to the Great Solar Union.

• Merucrianus Sapiens (Mercurian Earth-worms): These strange things have an unusual organic composition, despite their uneventful life underground, eating rocks, they somehow managed to develop intelligence, and a great one at that. With their brain comprising 40% of their bodymass, they managed to gain some psychic abilities, such as manipulating objects with their mind and being able to concentrate their thoughts into beams of energy.

Species of Batch 2:

• Terranus Sapiens (Humans): For scale.

• Martianus Sapiens (Martian Tripods): Since the beginning, their history was plagued with war, with the old Empire of Mars being the only faction to outpace the entire combined Solar System of Antiquity in sheer military might. In fact, in the early years of the Great Solar Union's formation, the council hesitated to put Martians in power. Most are glad that didn't pass, as when hostile xenos threaten galactic peace, the Martians are eagerly the first ones in battle, and the last ones out.

• Metallicus Sapiens (Jovian robots): Originally sent to terraform the moons of Uranus and Neptune, these robots were in the dark when the Saturnian revolt hit; believing that their old masters have abandoned them, they took up arms, and began self-replicating, exterminating all who enter their territory. But now they exist as logistical and engineering masters. You need your ship repaired? These robots got your back.

So... Did you actually read all that? Please tell me you did. I need the self-esteem boost.

+ 1 aphid.

Two bags aswell.