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by Abadong

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Eats 7 phalangae from your right hand.

Kampf Empire wrote:

Way ahead of you

Eats 73/97 of your left kidney

He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way

Kampf Empire wrote:

Buddy, half my abdomen is empty, give me something to work with.

eats your quadrceps and your femur

Rage mage wrote:

You are finally on the map!

H and h

World healing nation of natire wrote:

The nation of natires
XV Regiment.
Has been proven to win any war with minimum losses.

The catistanian Vpl section has over 5k members and challenges anyone to a war

ArenaC wrote:

I have missiles- wait no I don’t.. do I?

I have ballistic missiles

ArenaC wrote:

and why does that matter, other than you can basically walk in and declare me your puppet state whether I throw a fit or not?

Is that you telling me to do it?

The Sygarian Regime wrote:

I have ballistic missiles

I have marsupials

Hello

Brethren wrote:

Mother Charity doesn't visit Stormcloud often these days, though it's hers -- actually because it is hers. The city's Warden is supposed to be respected, and no one does that with his predecessor around. That sort of thing has worked before, usually works actually, but the retired Wardens in those cases aren't called things like Incorruptible Heart (nor are they outright revered). Besides, she's worked tirelessly for decades . . . it's time to be with her family, and they're in Thriwich. It's time to rest.

"Arrangements" for the war criminals from the Imperium require her expertise. Warden Sturm, after all, does not come to the position with a history of rehabilitating people -- he's a capable city administrator, not a canny old Empty Hand.

The upshot of all this is that Mother Charity gets to watch the ex-members of a rabidly anti-nonhuman government realize the crops they've tended are going to Thriwich Underground. The city of bugs.

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Wheatley bounds into the hive ahead of Mother Charity. He's an exceptionally large dog with long, shaggy hair and an endless desire to make friends; he's also been with Mother Charity since he was a puppy. Now he's barking excitedly and sniffing around for fortiscarab friends (at least the packs of bug food strapped to Wheatley don't come off).

Mother Charity brings up the rear with a wagon of more food for the hive, chuckling softly. "My good boy."

Suddenly, all of the cocoons around them begin to resonate.
The Brood has detected your presence. The cocoons begin to shatter as the tens of Fortiscarabs that went into hibernation leap to life. Instantly, the hive was alive with the workaholic bugs. Overlord who Observes approaches Mother Charity.
I see you brought food, he says, eyeing the packs of food they brought, which should be enough to at least get the hive off its feet. Thank you.

OOC: sorry about lame response, stayed up to 3:40 and good god do I have regrets