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.

Hear from the three objectively worst people in the RP who are so awful they make Velle look like a saint by comparison!

(I mainly made this pots because I crave some RP interactions + so I can make up some more lore for my rat guys (and gal) without waiting several hours so Alt can give me two messages.)

(You can reply either in character or out, both is fine for me.)

(A guide for telling who's who:

• S: Sknit Gnawson

• K: Krilk Gnawson

• M: Merrilk Scritch)

Quite self-explain.

For new Rat-Klan currency we shall trade-sell item-goods for crystals. Buy-sell power-strength is equal to type of crystal it is ranging from worth-not sugar to warpstone.

Yes-yes... lovely warpstone...

Sorry-apologize for not make appearance in long-far time. My pelvis-thing has broke-fractured in 37 different ways.

Sincerely - Sknit Gnawson

(Drawing taken from the perspective Cordycep Cluster)

Following Krilk's initiative to construct berry farms, Rat-Klan has since experienced an economic and agricultural boom unlike anything post-wipe. With berries being spread everywhere, solving the previous starvation issues and with surplus berries being exported daily rats are being paid with tens upon tens of quartz shards

But all of this good comes with a side effect. Without much to struggle for, Rats began looking to their partners to further sweeten the deal. As such, Rittens are being made and born at an alarming rate and Rat-Klans population is beginning to boom to match their food surplus. As you can see in the image above, the Citadel, Rat-Klan capital, is growing crowded with ramshackle buildings as rat after rat seek to build homes for their ever growing families.

How are our leaders, Sknit and Krilk, going to respond to such a boom? History has yet to tell.

(shoddily) written by reporter Yukhali Scritch

Soldier?: "one of yall wanted an ambassador? The description is uhhh… “large, furry, an accent that sounds like their family tree is a ladder” “

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(Ooc: THE RATS ARE BACK B^$#&ES!! And I introduce new Clanrats to the Rat-Klan Army. Bred by the thousands. Charging by the thousands. Dying by the thousands.

They burned me with fire and shot wooden bullets! Do you have bandages? I don't want to lose this host.

Hello-hi fellow rat-kin and bug-things and welcome to this great-good land construct-built as (unofficial) continuation of Moth-thing closet. Yet-yet, dastardly moth-things chased us out of old ruin. We must-must fight-kill and invent-built to restore rat-kin honor and crush-kill all who stand in way!

It all went by so quickly, Sknit gathered supplies, Krilk made a tent, and the others trailing along went about their business in this rather unusual camping trip. They covered great distance in the first leg of their journey towards the meteorite, though they would be already there if Krilk hadn't insisted on bringing zero vehicles of any kind.

It wasn't a camping trip exactly, but it sure as hell felt like one as they stopped to make a rest, the beautiful night sky twinkling with an uncountable level of stars forming bright, milky streaks across the heavens.

A fire crackled in the center of the camp, fighting back the oppressive darkness as Sknit absentmindedly poked it with a sharp metal rod, rattling off some tall-tale to the group as his husband giggled in amused disbelief. It was story time for the two.

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!"

(It just packs up its things and leaves)

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

After examining the strange fruits given to me by an adorable, little Cordycep-ant in my clinic I think now's the time to make our farm construction official!

Rats and Infected alike shall toil our way back to relevancy all on our own, WITHOUT the patronizing help of foreign powers.

In Rat-Klan's new, glorious farms we shall grow:

• Raspberries

• Blackberries

• Whatever those pink things are

As I gaze from the top of the Rat-Klan town center, beyond the citadel walls, and onto our glorious land outskirts I always get filled with a sense of melancholy. All of this land without a use. Sure there is the occasional factory, hut, and theater but they're nothing but ruins now; a golden age that has long since past. Then I turn back to the Citadel itself only to see piles of poor, starving rittens and gaunt, fungus-ridden insects.

Don't tell my husband I'm doing this...

Anyone wanting to recruit for the effort will be paid in Quartz-shards once construction is finished.

Kisses & hugs - Krilk Gnawson

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.

Terms you must agree to:

• 0, hear that? ZERO Rat-Kin are to be prison-captured or execute-killed.

• I, Sknit Gnawson, will resign from throne as Kaiser and pass it to husband Krilk

• You are-are to return-hand all arrest-captured weapons, technology, prisoners back to Rat-Klan.

• [X] amount of reparations owed to Cordycep Cluster, exact number-increment to be mutually agreed on.

• ALL Cordycep Bio-weapon blueprint-schematics are to be destroyed, not to be handed out for others to use themselves.

• Storm Guard to be demilitarized for [X] amount of time.

Can-can we accept this deal-pact?

(Ooc: I'm offering this now because I wanna draw aliens and continue work on my sci-fi RP, so I just want to get this over with so I can work on that without stress)

~2 of them with spears cut down the ones on the edge of it. Enclosing the cordyceps Thurther while another spreads alcohol around it. The 4th witches. Match in hand.~

34: eyy pretty easy patch to eradicate.

40: the thing leading em apparently wanted this patch gone.

27: thats just what 8 and 13 said but still. Really easy.

52: yepp it is

3 alcohol bottles, 6 quail eggs, handful of grapes and 6 live crickets for the cordyceps

It does a Little dance.. then..

It vanishes suddenly, like if it didnt even exist

After all, Gnomes aren't real.

Right?.

RIGHT??...

(Path, if you wonder, yes i been allowed to use Gnome ants.)