" Getting better for us! The Gourmand says that we're gonna be taking the Fungal Wastes from that mantis tribe! "
" And then we'll make a whoooole lotta farms! "
"Yes! Of course! It looks wonderful, though, they're running out which makes it more valuable to sell!"
"'Overharvesting' and 'extinction' those fools say.. BAH! What nonsense!"
"Delicious lil' buggers from Phargoom or whatevah that place is!"
"Better than a gruz EVER was! Same with the lil' flighty green bugs, bit bland but their fur is real fashionable!"
"Those roaches he brought, horrible taste! Good for the common bug, they can eat the slop!"
"Just marveling a foreign bug, Gourmand says there's gonna be more on the way after his second expedition! I know I'm gonna be backing it!"
"Yeah! Especially after he brought those little beastlings, mossmirs n' all'uv em!"
"That was what I was thinkin' ol' chap!"
The Fungal Wastes has had another expedition into it's wastes to establish a farming district.
The Mantis Tribe seems unruly to the City of Tear's intrusion upon their land.
The sentries and common bugs tread through the wastes, trampling the mantises in their way.
[The winged sentry managed to dodge, fluttering away from the large claw as it swept! The mossmother seemingly disappearing, its children flying away in fear]
[The other sentries being alerted]
"The hell is that?!"
"Don't matter! Get it!"
[The sentries began to fly towards it]
[Its okay that they didn’t see it coming. The shadows mess with shapes.]
[And… besides.]
[No natural predator willing exposes itself.]
[But this one.]
[Wanted to.]
[Its okay that they didn’t see it coming. The shadows mess with shapes.]
[And… besides.]
[No natural predator willing exposes itself.]
[But this one.]
[Wanted to.]
[Silk, tainted with gore and sin and unholy existence, wove around the cornered moss creatures.]
🌑: “YOU. DONT BELONG HERE.”
[It, whatever it was, purred. The silk wove tighter and suddenly—]
[The moss creatures were gone.]
"Ever since Gourmand brought these Pharloom buggers to the city it's been nothin but trouble!"
"Oooh, but the skarrs they brought with em, ay?"
"Y'know the dandies always get the first call with the exotic ladies!"
"But atleast the mossmirs taste good! Let's grill one'uv em!"