>President Jiden
Humanity has always warred with itself. Many among them argue even now that their troubles with the other sentient races are self-inflicted. A man that less than half the world wanted as a leader has to muster every man, woman and child to confront humanity's ultimate challenge. Will this desperate call for unity be enough?
>+Every Blade of Grass: Thousands of years on our home planet has given us plenty of time to dig in. Our strongholds being infiltrated sounds like an obscene joke.
>+This Land is My Land: The other races will find it difficult to keep up with our mastery of our environment. Research is fast and impressive.
>-Divided Attention: Even in the face of the death of their entire species, still, humans squabble and create rival factions. In-fighting probable.

>Warchief Brimnose
You are the fleet commander of your tortured and confused race. Your intelligence tells you that you must have travelled time successfully, since the signal to the Slave Collars is no longer being transmitted. You and all your clone-brothers can think, act and live without being in constant pain. Time to halt humanity from enslaving our ancestors and creating a mockery of us. So be it if we die trying. Our Boomerang Launch Pods can take us to and from our raids in strong style.
>+Robotic Raiders: You're half electronic, half pure anger given form. No sentient being would ever volunteer to fight one-on-one with a Technotaur.
>+Floating Base: Your Bull Barge is stocked full of war gear and automatic facilities which assist in food and soldier production. These systems have multiple failsafes, making life on the barge quite tolerable.
>-Anomalous Inventions: Technotaurs were supposed to be a slave race, but they rebelled. They have very little ability to repair themselves or research technology, new or old.

>The Epitome
You give shape and ichor to all malice-made entities. All you desire is to corrupt and annihilate any non-Demon sentience in the solar system. You were vanquished from the surface last time you attempted to reclaim your Earth. You won't let it happen again.
>+Hundred Years' Rest: You come out of the gate with tremendous power reserves, and the element of surprise.
>+Formless Fear: You give form to fear, but you have no corporeal form yourself. Invisible as a mote of dust in the wind. You can be diminished, made powerless, made to submit, but The Epitome is deathless.
>-Perfect Terror: You work alone in creating Demons. The harder you concentrate, the more cruel and horrifying the demon(s). Breeding is very slow unless you sacrifice quality for quantity.

>>4798192
>The Epitome
If you don't want to be fucking spoopy, you're a faggot.

>>4798196
you took the words out of my shadowy lack of mouth

>>4798191
>The Underground Queen
I think this hyper massive insect beast is plenty spoopy. Actually, even humanity under hive world Bresident Jiden seems pretty horrifying in an autistic kind of way

>>4798191
>The Underground Queen

>>4798192
>Warchief Brimnose
Technotaurs!!!!

>>4798304
>>4798200
>>4798199
>>4798196
Ladies and gentlemen, we're gonna need a tie-breaker. Roll incoming in ~1hr. if no more votes come in

>>4798192
>The Epitome

>>4798304
+1

>>4798191
>>The Underground Queen

Tally:
Insects: 4 - Winner!
Demons: 3
Technotaurs: 1
Smelly dumb humans: 0

>>4798535
Is the queen sexy at least or did the 4 coomers ruin our demon dream for nothing?

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>>4798550
>>4798550
Sounds like something a coomer would say!
And the queen is very sexy, her minions can't resist her charm. If you enjoy rapid, extreme bodily mutations, hard carapaces and toxic slime, this is the quest for you. Just kidding, I'm not going to be writing smoot for the coomers. At least not copiously. Demons will still get their spotlight, we just won't be in control of them.

>>4798575 lel
>>4798578
>Sounds like something a coomer would say!
Well obviously. I had to ask a coomer question after the coomer faction won.

The Underground Queen, brood mother of all Giant Insects
Population: 2 million soldiers and 8 million workers
Structure(s): The Great Burrow
Supplies: 500 tons of decomposing meat (enough to last 2 months), Poison Machine
Traits: Chemical resistance, radiation affinity, fast breeding, absolute obeisance, immobile Queen

The surface world is a nightmarescape of humanity's oppressive monopoly of pollution and radiation. Under the ground, though, there is a grand super-tunnel system that traffics in tons of carcasses and whatever else the queen demands. And now, the queen demands another expansion of the The Great Burrow. Humanity will rue the day it cursed us with sentience. Specifically she orders (pick one):
>A trophy room, to be stocked with trinkets and technologies of conquered foes.
>Another incubation and nursery in preparation for the creation of more drones and soldiers.
>Expanding the Poison Machine room, allowing for more work to be done on crafting our purpose-made mutations and toxins.
>Reinforcing the halls in key places to prevent cave-ins and collapsed tunnels.
>An above ground hiding hole for our reconnaissance bugs.

The decades-old Giant Insect Queen gurgles and spits out worker eggs, easily 3000 or 4000 of them, and roars, communicating to her brood to come clean up the afterbirth and take the eggs to incubation. Once hatched, these workers will immediately and fervently follow the queen's every telepathic command so long as they are in range. (Choose as many as you like, but more focuses = higher chance of failure)
>Focus on somehow extending the Queen's telepathy range
>Focus on creating equipment for the Insects to use
>Focus on gathering resources
>Focus on warring with humanity

Afterwards, if you like, choose another action you'd like to do in the world as the Underground Queen and her armies.

>>4798624
>Reinforcing the halls in key places to prevent cave-ins and collapsed tunnels.
>Focus on creating equipment for the Insects to use
If we're going to die, I rather not have it because of a fucking cave in.

>>4798624
>An above ground hiding hole for our reconnaissance bugs.
Let's learn about our most pressing possible threats and juiciest opportunities.

>Focus on creating equipment for the Insects to use
Develop non-lethal poisons in the poison machine for capturing, interrogating, and enslaving humans.

>>4798649
This

>>4798624
>A trophy room, to be stocked with trinkets and technologies of conquered foes.
>Focus on creating equipment for the Insects to use

(Gotta head to work, next update on my lunch break or after work, voting still open)

>>4798624
>Reinforcing the halls in key places to prevent cave-ins and collapsed tunnels
>Focus on somehow extending the Queen's telepathy range

>>4798627
Agreement, let's make the our hole a home.

>>4798627
+1

>>4798627
+1

>Afterwards, if you like, choose another action you'd like to do in the world as the Underground Queen and her armies.

Do a dance

>>4798624
>Reinforcing the halls in key places to prevent cave-ins and collapsed tunnels.
>Focus on creating equipment for the Insects to use

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>>4798627
>>4798649
>>4798655
>>4798666
>>4798711
>>4798720
>>4798941
>>4798989
>>4799642
>Reinforce halls
>Focus on equipment
>Do a dance

Throughout the month, we continue on our warpath. We find that nearly all of our trusted elites sent out of our Queen's telepathic range were devastated by unknown beings while on patrol. As for these survivors... They are bent out of shape, some of them literally. Some are twisted, others with faces melted or missing, others still... kind of like... Wiggling? It oddly pleases the Queen. When asked to reveal the new threat, they speak of behooved devils, of red and black and white and yellow nightmares who disappear and reappear random as a flicker. The shadow army's psychic powers were thus: when killed, they burst into acid, their weapons and war suit into a void of nothingness, thin air. Some twisting themselves into perplexing, almost-imaginarily distorted shapes, but only as a feint for their next attack. In the depths of our china-shop solar system, a brutish bull has transported dimensional boundaries to come to unleash endless hell on Earth. The Queen feels it. We must do something, it's clear there are more threats than just human scum.

How do we deal with the returning badly-mutated giant elite patrol bugs?
>We could allow them to maintain their irregularities and return to their dutiful populace.
>Or they can be recycled and used in death as mealy infant food.
>They should get a non-negotiable honorable death in the Central Incineration Memorial.

Luckily, our research on equipment is almost finished. Our drones put in a lot of hard work into making... What was it we were making, again?
Choose two (2) Supplies:
>Cloaking Devices
>Chemical-based Weaponry
>Communication Gear
>Cooking Equipment
>Write in - ???

Choose two (2) Traits to instantly adopt for all new batches of larvae:
>Toxic Avengers: An even greater affinity for radiation at the cost of a new weakness to chemicals.
>Scrubbers: An even greater affinity for chemicals at the cost of a new weakness to radiation. (Can't be used with the previous Trait)
>Giant Shells: Slows the soldiers and drones down, but makes them sturdy in conventional melee and ranged combat.
>Psychic Link: Greatly widens the range of The Underground Queen's telepathic range with her brood to envelop the Earth, Luna, Mars Prime, the uninhabited Ceres, and even orbiting spacecraft within the Asteroid Belt.
>Ranged Warfare: Sacrifice close-and-personal combat proficiency for ranged attacks
>Juju Bugs: Let the bugs garner individuality, ?????

We have gathered many human morsels and their crop animals for feed, but as her sentience grows more cunning, the Queen begins to understand the logistics aren't adding up. We need to increase our insect warfare efforts to survive. It is quite tiring for our Queen, so she sends all of her underlings out of her chamber. To cheer herself up, the Queen remembers the wiggling from earlier and imitates it, even though she is so huge it is difficult for her to move. She hasn't gotten exercise like this in years. Apparently she had more eggs to blast out, and once she gets going she can't stop! At first it makes her feel sick. The Queen repeats her new dancing/birthing ritual in private over the last month until an incredible half million new bugs are born. She begins to feel slightly more limber, though she is still immobile. With their new traits and equipment, these half million will grow to be our new vanguard and royal guard!

The Underground Queen, brood mother of all Giant Insects
Population: 2.2 million soldiers and 8.3 million workers (
Structure(s): The Great Burrow, Fortified Halls
Supplies: 280 tons of decomposing meat (~1 month worth), Poison Machine
Traits: Chemical resistance, radiation affinity, fast breeding, absolute obeisance, immobile queen

>>4799969
>Or they can be recycled and used in death as mealy infant food.
cull the weak, support the strong

>Cloaking Devices
Secret bug agents coming soon
>Cooking Equipment
FEED THE QUEEN

>Psychic Link: Greatly widens the range of The Underground Queen's telepathic range with her brood
prep for conquering the galaxy
>Juju Bugs: Let the bugs garner individuality, ?????
fortune favors the bold

>>4800083
This expect I don't really trust picking the Juju bug option. I would probably rather pick Giant Shells or Scrubbers, personally.

>>4800083
+1

(I'll be trying to make the updates a little shorter and more frequent. A few more hours til I begin writing the next update. There is still time to vote for anyone else who wants to get in!)

>fortune favors the bold
Indeed she does

>>4799969
>They should get a non-negotiable honorable death in the Central Incineration Memorial

Their flesh and juices may be corrupted by whatever warped them. Don't eat bad meat.

Equipment
>Chemical weapons
Specifically non-lethal human subjugation methods
>Communications Gear
So we can interrogate and order around humans more effectively

Larval Upgrades:
>Big Shell
>Telepathic Link
To improve and better direct slave raids and wave tactics.

>>4799969
>They should get a non-negotiable honorable death in the Central Incineration Memorial.
Supplies
>Cloaking Devices
>Chemical-based Weaponry
Traits
>Scrubbers
>Psychic Link

>>4799969
>They should get a non-negotiable honorable death in the Central Incineration Memorial.

>Cooking Equipment
>Chemical-based Weaponry
>Giant Shells: Slows the soldiers and drones down, but makes them sturdy in conventional melee and ranged combat.
>Psychic Link: Greatly widens the range of The Underground Queen's telepathic range with her brood to envelop the Earth, Luna, Mars Prime, the uninhabited Ceres, and even orbiting spacecraft within the Asteroid Belt.

Rolled 2, 1 = 3 (2d3)

first roll for 1incinerator/2larvae food (3 is a reroll)
second roll for 1Juju Bugs/2Giant Shells/3Scrubbers

How to deal with the weird losers: ______
Supplies: Cloaking Devices, Cooking Equipment
Traits: Psychic link, _____

I think we all secretly wanted Juju Bugs and Larvae Food, anyway, right?

>pick the bugs for their hive mind
>immediately relinquish hive mind

Why, fellow players? WHY?

>>4800885
BECASE WE NEED TA CURSE OUR ENEMIES WITH DA BAD JUJU

>>4800877
y-yea I love bugs and larvae

>>4800928
>>4800909
>>4800885
>>4800831
>>4800728
>>4800709
>>4800572
>>4800096
>>4800083

The Underground Queen, brood mother of all Giant Insects
Population: 2.2m soldiers and 8.3m workers, 0.5m elite bugs (~210 ton meat consumption)
Structure(s): The Great Burrow, Fortified Halls
Supplies: 100 tons of decomposing meat (very low, hopefully this invasion goes successfully), Poison Machine, Cloaking Devices, Cooking Equipment
Traits: Chemical resistance, radiation affinity, fast breeding, absolute obeisance (non-elite bugs only), immobile queen, interplanetary psychic link, juju (elite bugs only)

We have prepared for the coming surface raid the whole month. All of our new elite brood have matured through their last larval molt and are now full-fledged adult Giant Insects, and unlike their brothers and sisters, they have something... Weird about them. Uniqueness? The Queen allows it, knowing her control is ultimate, and dissenters will be swarmed and crushed by millions of loyal hive-minded non-elite Giant Insects, who are nearly every bit as powerful as the Elite Juju Bugs. Perhaps this uniqueness could lead to great discoveries and developments. She scans their minds with her psychic link and senses no signs of thoughts against the Burrow, the queen herself, or their fellow bugs.

These elite insects were fed the remains of the shredded failures whom were brought to ruin by the Demons and later the rending claws, proboscises and mandibles of their young brethren. This led to... Unexplainable phenomena.
Choose one (1) Trait to give the elite bugs:
>Our elite bugs are now completely immune to radiation and constantly spread deadly radioactive waste that is Giant Insect-friendly.
>Our elite bugs are taking to the Cloaking and Cooking Supplies rather quickly, and seem to be dexterous in other areas of research as well.
>Our elite male insects now have incredibly mutated spermatophores which can activate the inert wombs of our female bugs, effectively allowing more bug birthing since the Queen won't be the only one able of producing a brood anymore.
>Our failed soldiers may have been infected with Demon-tainted meat. Woops! They seem to be becoming more Demon-like, growing more horns, which is already pretty normal, but hooves, squared teeth and long hair? Strange. The black, yellow, red and white that was debriefed earlier seem to be manifesting as well.

Our scrounging efforts were low while we trained. Luckily, the new Cooking Equipment will make our food last longer and feed more bugs. While our soldiers and elites pillage the Earth, Cloaking Devices in tow, we need to keep the Drones busy while the queen spits out more children.
Choose one (1) Structure for the Drones to build:
>A trophy room, to be stocked with trinkets and technologies of conquered foes.
>Expansion of the Poison Machine room, allowing for more work to be done on crafting our purpose-made mutations and toxins.
>Upgrade the Fortified Halls to Trap Door Zones, allowing for greater deployment and stealth of our troops
>An above ground Slimeweb fence that acts as a net to more easily catch food for us above ground

And now it's time for a SURFACE RAID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
>The Underground Queen needs every elite soldier in The Great Burrow to roll 1d100 right now! All rolls will be used!! Charge!!! For the Broodmother!
Dice Checks:
1-20: Terrible incident
21-49: Draw/small loss
50-80: Decent outcome
81+: Outstanding victory

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>4800945
>Our elite male insects now have incredibly mutated spermatophores which can activate the inert wombs of our female bugs, effectively allowing more bug birthing since the Queen won't be the only one able of producing a brood anymore.
>A trophy room, to be stocked with trinkets and technologies of conquered foes.

>>4800945
>Our elite bugs are now completely immune to radiation and constantly spread deadly radioactive waste that is Giant Insect-friendly.
>A trophy room, to be stocked with trinkets and technologies of conquered foes.
GLOWBUGS GO

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>4800959
forgot to roll, fuck

anyone else here? hello?

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>4800945
>Our elite male insects now have incredibly mutated spermatophores which can activate the inert wombs of our female bugs, effectively allowing more bug birthing since the Queen won't be the only one able of producing a brood anymore.
>Upgrade the Fortified Halls to Trap Door Zones, allowing for greater deployment and stealth of our troops
also rolling to see how the service raid goes down

>>4801062
Big UwU for board speed/participation. Next update coming on my lunch break or after work regardless of participation, though.

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>4800945
>Our elite bugs are now completely immune to radiation and constantly spread deadly radioactive waste that is Giant Insect-friendly.
>An above ground Slimeweb fence that acts as a net to more easily catch food for us above ground

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>4801092
+1

>>4801092
This

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>4800945
Demon bugs sound like a good way to get demon-fighting specialists. I support this. Keep a close eye on then, though...

Priority one is dealing with the humans, though. Fortified halls and trap doors sound good for that.

Rolled 5, 9, 16, 14 = 44 (4d20)

>23, 85, 74, 70, 7, 44
6 major events stand out from our raid on Earth's surface, which was an overall ...
Great Success!

Rolling for the raid is over, voting for Structure and Trait is still open! Next update coming in approximately 4-6 hours!

Mystery QM roll will be explained then as well!

>>4801893
Sorry, a little too tired tonight, I'll pick it up in the morning. Next post is half-written already, should be up in 6-10 hours, my apologies for the delay.

>>4800945
>Our elite bugs are now completely immune to radiation and constantly spread deadly radioactive waste that is Giant Insect-friendly.
>An above ground Slimeweb fence that acts as a net to more easily catch food for us above ground.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

1 - Copulation
2 - Radiation

(POST 1 OF 2, 4 TOTAL PROMPTS)

New Trait: Elite Chadbugs!
Upgraded Structure: Fortified Halls is now Trap Door Zones!

Battle Report
+350 tons of food and...

23
Our onslaught came suddenly and immediately, allowing us to infiltrate multiple settlements of the human scum. Many of the Cloaking Devices of our soldiers flicker out as they attack, and humanity's complex network of sensors track down and negate their frequencies. We lose about as many casualties as we expected. That's never the best thing to hear, but using her Telepathic Link, our Queen commands all troops to press on.

85
And press on they do. Humanity has fierce weaponry and warriors, but most of them seem to be elsewhere, at the moment. This makes their women and children ripe for the guillotine-jaws. We pull in a ridiculous amount of morsels from a few major settlements, and discover something peculiar that our Queen considers having brought back to the Burrow immediately: a prototype collar for some large animal. It's not ordinary tech. Something sinister about it. The machinery itself.
>Destroy the collar on the spot
>Bring the collar to the Burrow
>Leave the collar in the Metropolis

74
Our soldiers have a Metropolis locked in a vice-grip. Did we attempt to destroy the city's infrastructure, set up an occupation zone, or "bug" the city?
>Roll 1d100 if we chose to continue the rampage (Success: Avg. of 45+)
>Roll 1d100 if we chose to occupy the metropolis (Success: Avg. of 60+)
>No roll if we chose to leave the area as is, with a few bugs left behind to act as dormant spies, telepathic computers.

70
Food, glorious food! With no resistance on the metropolitan streets, our army happens upon the humans' stockpiles and warehouses, and ransack nearly everything they can make use of. Even when the elite human forces come back to see what we've done to their pathetic guard and pitiful children, all they will be able to do is weep, cower, starve and run. Additional 250 tons of food found!

7
In the rush of the campaign, we get overzealous and decide to push back at the cliffs where we fought the demons. Big mistake. Our Queen's Link seems to be disabled to any Insect who has been hit by a Demon. We lose half of our soldiers and a third of our elites then and there.

44
Our valiant raiders skitter away from the demons and regroup, and set up an insect phalanx that repels the demonic pursuers. They manage to kill many of the shadow ambushers, and even capture a Demon prisoner-of-war without having it burst into acid and thin air. It stares at our bugs with shifting, menacing, insanity-driven caricatures of what a bug's face is expected to be. The Underground Queen immediately, telepathically orders her soldiers to:
>Bring the prisoner into the Great Burrow, chained in hardened mucus and weakened by digestive enzymes.
>Execute and harvest the prisoner's remains. Use them to enhance our mediocre Cloaking Devices with demon "technology".
>Use Slimeweb to string up the still-living Demon in the canyons of the cliffs, leaving the prisoner alive, as a terror tactic to any Demons who still want to fuck around and find out what the Giant Insects have in store. To remove the network of Slimeweb around the prisoner would surely kill him.
>Write in - ???

The Queen instructed our elites to bring home something useful from the battlefield:
Choose one (1) Supply:
>Human-made radiation-based guns
>The Fallen Bugs who fought the initial demon invasion and didn't make it home.
>Residual acid from dead demons
>Extra food
>Write in - ???

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>4803185
>>4803189
>>Bring the collar to the Burrow
>Roll 1d100 if we chose to occupy the metropolis
>Use Slimeweb to string up the still-living Demon in the canyons of the cliffs, leaving the prisoner alive, as a terror tactic to any Demons who still want to fuck around and find out what the Giant Insects have in store. To remove the network of Slimeweb around the prisoner would surely kill him.
>Human-made radiation-based guns

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>4803185
>Bring the collar to the Burrow
Shiny thing should be studied, of course.
>Occupy the Metropolis
Why not? It's better to have another base than to raze it to the ground.

>>4803189
>Bring the prisoner into the Great Burrow, chained in hardened mucus and weakened by digestive enzymes.
We can study it and figure out what to do with it. I don't particularly think terror tactics would work on the demons all that well and it would be a waste compared to either harvesting it's guts (my second choice if a tie breaker happens) or studying it.
>Human-made radiation-based guns
Study it. Shiny thing. You get the drill.

>>4803248
+1

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>4803185
Study the collar, occupy the metropolis, kidnap the demon, get the guns.

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>4803189
>Bring the collar to the Burrow
>Roll 1d100 if we chose to occupy the metropolis (Success: Avg. of 60+)
>Bring the prisoner into the Great Burrow, chained in hardened mucus and weakened by digestive enzymes.
>Human-made radiation-based guns

The Underground Queen, Giant Insect Grand Matriarch
Population: 1m soldiers, 8.1m workers, .8m elite bugs
Structure(s): The Great Burrow, Trap Door Zones
Supplies: ~570 tons of decomposing meat (3 to 3.5 months worth), Poison Machine, Cloaking Devices, Cooking Equipment, Human Radio-blasters, Slave Collar Prototype, Demon POW
Traits: Chemical resistance, radiation affinity, fast breeding, absolute obeisance (non-elite bugs only), immobile queen, interplanetary psychic link, juju (elite bugs only), independent breeding

While the soldiers were warring with the surface, the Burrow was experiencing it's own great transition. Many new Elite Bugs are birthed by the matriarch, making their losses seem like nothing, but still our non-elite soldier losses were staggering. The drones are dying off without suitable replacement rates. More perplexingly, The Queen was no longer the only female capable of breeding in the hive. On top of that, The Queen no longer spits out the old species of soldiers, but the female drones do when impregnated by the Queen's elite breed of bugs, oddly enough. Apparently, allowing the juju to remain in the elite bugs, they sought out copulation with female bugs no longer thought capable of birth. The Queen did not know quite what to do about this development.
She chose to:
>Eliminate the Juju broods and indoctrinate all further batches under a stricter hivemind. (-1m Population, lose juju)
>(Roll 1d100! DC: Avg. of 35) Purge the minds of all current Juju and elite bugs of their unorthodox ways.
>Let the population grow and diversify.
>Write in - ???

Upon return from the warzone with Human Radio-blasters, an enslaved Demon and a strange Slave Collar in tow; and a drone population focused more on food distribution and pupae-rearing than research, we can only focus on one (1) thing to investigate further for now:
>Figure out the secrets of the Human Radio-blasters
>Experiment with the Slave Collar Prototype
>Interrogate the Demon Captive
>Optimize our new Trap Door Zones
>Use the Poison Machine to improve our Slimeweb
>Write in - ???

Our more enterprising Giant Insects chose to undertake a very, very special task all their own under the approval The Queen's Telepathic eye, what was it?
>Write in - ???
>More breeding, obviously!
>A war room for further conquest of the Humans.

(Update on the attempted occupation of the Metropolis to come in next month's report.)

>>4803565
>Let the population grow and diversify.
Keep an eye on them because I know they're a big liability and I hate the bastard who picked that option but they seem to still be loyal now.
>Interrogate the Demon Captive
WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING SPOOPY YOU BASTARD
>More breeding, obviously
We need to recover from our losses first and foremost.

>>4803565
>Let the population grow and diversify.
Come on anons believe in your fellow bugs, but also maybe psychically nudge them to love their broodmother

>Interrogate the Demon Captive
learn what we can then toss the fucker at whoever we don't like

>Write in - ???
Secret bug agent recon, this world is full of bullshit and we need more to know about it

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>4803565
>(Roll 1d100! DC: Avg. of 35) Purge the minds of all current Juju and elite bugs of their unorthodox ways.

>Interrogate the Demon Captive
Why do they fight us? Do they not have common enemies? Are they open to sharing this world?

>Write in
Recon and research. Learning to read human script and schematics.

>>4803565
>>Let the population grow and diversify.
>Interrogate the Demon Captive
>Write in - ???
R and fucking D numbers win battles but tech wins wars that and gorilla tactics

>>4803586
Ya know what? Fuck it, focus on trying to get some R&D for the third thing.

The hive has been decided for: we shall continue our glorious expansion of our race, using these curious new mutations to bolster the Queen's already incredible breeding efforts.

Our Queen and research squads have made two enormous breakthroughs:
Upon further experimentation, the boomsticks that the humans use easily fit in the grips of our soldiers, and can be later refilled with a weaker radioactive waste from our Poison Machine for relatively no strain on supplies.
>+Trait: Radioactive Firearms (Non-Elite soldiers only)
Perhaps more important, we have ascertained there is a large force of Humans coming to the burning city, probably to reclaim it or something else pitiful in reasoning. Surely they must know they will meet their just doom?
>Everyone roll 5d100 to defend OUR Metropolis!

Meanwhile, taking the demon from the cliffs into our lair went well. Maybe too well. It starts to become clear: we've been had. The spiny, red devil we caught snaps it's head off at the jaws and it's tongue and teeth expose themselves to the air. A... Blackness... Like a shadow... Obfuscating darkness that rises out of the devil's head and calls itself The Epitome, the Principal Demoncrafter. The Demon Lord's "interrogation" was a diplomatic cluster fuck. Bottom line, he's here to destroy every non-Demon in the Milky Way, and he's guaranteed us a future if he can merge his Demon sentience with our Bug DNA to create what he calls "World Eaters". Do we want that chocolate in our peanut butter?
>Hesitant alliance with the Demons. Start small.
>Accept the full offer. Combine forces and create Demon-Insect cities.
>Deny anything to do with the Demons. This will mean war.
>Attack The Epitome immediately, show him the might of the Giant Insects now
>Write in - ???

Meanwhile, our Insect population in the newly cleansed and abandoned human metropolis has begun to thrive. 1.2 million bugs now call it home, comfortably under the Queen's psychic thumb. 100 tons of food is available to them. It is a strain to focus so much on Metropolis, so the Queen installs a faithful puppet:
>The Toxic Tramp, a worker female that has spit out multiple litters of soldiers and workers already
>Princess Putridity, a one of a kind hybrid soldier queen who is growing larger and more voracious by the day.
>Scythemouth, the elite bug, whom the Queen psychically witnessed destroy dozens of Humans and Demons singlehandedly.
>Beakface, one of our eldest non elites. Remembers when we were barely gaining sentience. Knows the ins and outs of hive life.
>None. Only the Queen may be trusted with this, even if it takes almost all of our energy.
>Pull out of Metropolis instead.
>Write in - ???

Rolled 83, 87, 24, 8, 80 = 282 (5d100)

>>4804813
>Write in - ???
Tell the demon that he needs to prove that this won't fuck us by showing his strength against our enemies. this gets us info on how the fight, more time to think this through, and weakens one of are adversaries

>The Toxic Tramp, a worker female that has spit out multiple litters of soldiers and workers already
she can quickly build up a force to maintain and defend the place

Rolled 61, 32, 27, 98, 25 = 243 (5d100)

>>4804813
>Hesitant alliance with the Demons. Start small.
>Beakface, one of our eldest non elites. Remembers when we were barely gaining sentience. Knows the ins and outs of hive life.

Rolled 83, 14, 12, 50, 18 = 177 (5d100)

>>4804876
+1, seems the most reasonable

Rolled 5, 45, 79, 92, 86 = 307 (5d100)

>>4804813
>>4804813
>Hesitant alliance with the Demons. Start small.
Ask him what it would mean for our queen moving forwards. Ask for, as that other anon suggested, a show of force protecting the metropolis in order to demonstrate the truth of their intentions.

>The Toxic Tramp, a worker female that has spit out multiple litters of soldiers and workers already

Voting/rolling closed
Interim stats:

The Underground Queen, Giant Insect Grand Matriarch
Structure(s): (total pop: 11m)
-The Great Burrow (1m soldiers, 7.5m drones, 1m elite bugs)
-Metropolis (0.6m soldiers, 0.5m drones, 0.1m elite bugs)
-Trap Door Zones (0.2m soldiers, 0.1m elite bugs)
Supplies: Poison Machine, Cloaking Devices, Cooking Equipment, Human Radio-blasters, Slave Collar Prototype, Demon POW (???)
Traits: Chemical resistance, radiation affinity, fast breeding, absolute obeisance (non-elite bugs only), immobile queen, interplanetary psychic link, juju (elite bugs only), independent breeding, cross-species weapons training (soldiers, non-elite only)

Battle Report
>1st roll: REINFORCEMENTS 83 83 61 5
We send half a million elites and half a million soldiers, many now equipped with Radio-blasters. When the advancing Human army starts getting melted alive by their own weaponry, they falter in their march and dig in to their ruined old city, which now firmly belongs to the Giant Insects. The defense of our Metropolis is off to a great start. It looks like the sight of chewed up guts and radio-goo explosions are getting the Humans on their heels. They didn't expect us to be so coordinated. We have the upper claw for now.

>2nd roll: METROPOLIS LEADER ROLL 24 27 12 79
The Toxic Tramp gets escorted to the Metropolis as the remnants of Human's bravest warriors flee and panic, and most fighting is brought down to our most ferocious Insects and Humanity's greatest warmachines. She is injured by chemical residue, but makes it to her base otherwise unscathed. She immediately releases an abnormal amount of spawn and begins copulating again.

>3rd roll: BEGINNING BATTLE 14 32 45 87
Despite thwarting their more unique weapons, Humanity still had plenty of other kinds of practical firepower to squish us with. It's barely what you would call a victory. We suffer incredible losses in one of our most grueling fights ever, but we leave no human scum breathing on our streets. We claim more radio weaponry, but the chemical weapons are still too dangerous to use.

>4th roll: END BATTLE 92 50 98 8
All flames have been extinguished. All smoldering reduced to stillness. We lose many valiant bugs, but they will all be reclaimed as meal for the tribe, anyway. The Human carry none of their dead home to report in person to their superiors what, unbeknownst to us, has already been seen through their TeleLens technology. We pilfer a few of these portable screens but have no ability to use or replicate them. Our Queen, the only one intelligent enough to almost understand it, needs more time alone, she searches her minions' minds and finds nothing of help. It's up to her.

>5th roll: DEMON ROLL 86 25 18 80
The Epitome accepts our hesitance and we barter a mere 10 of each of our breeds, a drop in the bucket, to keep His Foulness at bay. He sternly promises to come back in two months to show you what he intends to do. The Demon's body that The Epitome inhabited bursts into pure black mist, and dissipates slowly.

Now, the question is what to do with our Metropolis:
Choose one (1) OR two (2) of the following:
>The Queen gives The Toxic Tramp some of her telepathic privileges over the underlings. It would allow both Metropolis and The Great Burrow to function smoother. The Tramp's range and abilities will never be able to match the Underground Queen's.
>Mine the land of all resources. This may take a few months.
>Craft a tunnel network connecting it to The Great Burrow. This may take a few months.
>Rename it Juju, let it be an outpost of malignance and utter terror, elite bugs wreaking weird havoc on the Surface Realm.
>Rename it Memorial, raze the city, it shall be an ash heap forever more, and a tearful reminder for Humanity. This way we won't have to defend it anymore.
>Write in - ???

The Queen is learning about the TeleLens on her own. Our research brings us closer to many secrets which have been eluding us.
Choose (3) and roll 1d100! (Still using everyone's rolls, just 1d100 this time to make it easier on reading/evaluating dice):
>Chemical Affinity and Chemical Weapons
>Reverse Engineering the Radio-blasters
>Slave Collar Prototype
>Improved Trap Door Zones
>Improved Poison Machine
>(Secret) Research of the Demons
>Write in - ???

The Underground Queen, Giant Insect Grand Matriarch
Structures: (total pop: 10.7m)
>The Great Burrow (9m total: 0.6m soldiers, 7.2m drones, 1.2m elite bugs) (200 tons consumption/370 tons supply of meat)
-[Queen's Nest]
-Special Supplies: Slave Collar Prototype, Unusable TeleLens, Poison Machine
>Metropolis (1.4m total: 0.3m soldiers, 1m drones, 0.1m elite bugs) (30t/300meat)
>Trap Door Zones (0.2m soldiers, 0.1m elite bugs)
-[Patrol Zone: No food consumption]
Universal Supplies: Cloaking Devices, Cooking Equipment, Adapted Radio-blasters
Traits: Chemical resistance, radiation affinity, fast breeding, absolute obeisance (non-elite bugs only), immobile queen, interplanetary psychic link, juju (elite bugs only), independent breeding, cross-species weapons training (soldiers, non-elite only)

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>4805945
>The Queen gives The Toxic Tramp some of her telepathic privileges over the underlings. It would allow both Metropolis and The Great Burrow to function smoother. The Tramp's range and abilities will never be able to match the Underground Queen's.
>Mine the land of all resources. This may take a few months.
Some more resources to work with would be nice and making things less taxing on our end is also nice.

>Slave Collar Prototype
>(Secret) Research of the Demons
>Reverse Engineering the Radio-blasters
We need to keep an eye out on the demons in case this potential alliance goes AWOL, a slave collar could prove fruitful to get easy labor, and being able to use more weapons in general would be nice.

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>4805969
+1

>>4805945
+1 >>4805969 BUT! I would change the Slave Collar Prototype for Improved Poison Machine

If I can remember correctly, the Poison Machine helps us with mutating and other chemicals stuff, and the Radio-blasters of the Humans have a sustance that once we finish it we will replace it with one inferior of our own. By improving the Poison Machine we can also see what components the ammo of the Radio-blasters have and replicate it, or even make them better.

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>4806038
Shit, forgot to roll

>>4806038
Ya know what? You sold me. Changing Slave Collar to Improved Poison Machine.

I think we should try doing that the next chance we get, though. Having free labor/even more disposable slave soldiers would be a nice thing to have.

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>4805945
>Craft a tunnel network connecting it to The Great Burrow. This may take a few months.
>Rename it Juju, let it be an outpost of malignance and utter terror, elite bugs wreaking weird havoc on the Surface Realm.

Expand! Expand! Let this be the beginning of our surface rule.

>Improved Poison Machine
>Slave Collar Prototype
>(Secret) Research of the Demons
Learn how to subdue, chemcially-castrate and render docile humans and demons maybe[/spoilers]

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>4806038
+1

>>4808160
>>4807024
>>4806062
>>4806043
>>4806038
>>4806019
>>4805969
The Underground Queen, Giant Insect Grand Matriarch
The Insect Queendom: (population 11m)
>The Great Burrow (9m total: 0.5m soldiers, 7m drones, 1.5m elite bugs) (200 tons consumption/230 tons supply of meat)
-[Queen's Nest]
-Special Supplies: Slave Collar Prototype, Unusable TeleLens, Improved Poison Machine
>Metropolis (1.5m total: 0.3m soldiers, 1.1m drones, 0.1m elite bugs) (30t/470meat)
>Trap Door Zones (0.3m soldiers, 0.2m elite bugs)
-[Patrol Zone: No food consumption]
Universal Supplies: Cloaking Devices, Cooking Equipment, Adapted Radio-blasters, Radio Bug Bombs
Traits: Chemical vulnerability, radiation superpowers, fast breeding, absolute obeisance (non-elite bugs only), wiggling queen, interplanetary psychic link, juju (elite bugs only), independent breeding, cross-species weapons training (soldiers, non-elite only)

With hundreds of thousands of Radio-blasters now in our possession, The Queen decides to have the researchers break down these weapons and see what makes them tick. It turns out that the hyper potent radio-ammunition is quite reactive with our Poison Machine's Basic Venom. When mixed, we discover three major ground-breakers:
The entire hive once again suffers an acute reaction when exposed to chemical pest control agents we used to scoff at.
>+New Trait: Chemical Vulnerability
But radiation... Heheh, we abuse that stuff just for fun now to get a little bigger and buffer! Our whole hive, from Burrow to Metropolis to Trap Doors, is addicted and empowered by all types of radiation exposure.
>+New Trait: Radiation Super-strength
We also create slime-balls full of radioactive poison that can be launched as far as our strongest Giant Insect can lob it.
>+New Universal Supplies: Radio Bug Bombs, these improve our combat rolls!

(2 of 3, so much for shorter updates)

The Toxic Tramp takes her newfound telepathic command over her fellow bugs to be overwhelming yet manageable after The Underground Queen gives her some training. In no time at all, whilst spitting out brood after brood, she delegates the strip-mining of Metropolis, starting with the less strategic areas. This leads to a lot of food being found right away. Toxic Tramp also immediately starts Metropolis-specific fortification building. Choose (1) Structure Upgrade:
>Slimeweb Forest: Advantages against all invaders, but producing and maintaining this much mucus will consume x1.5 as much food (Metropolis only).
>Radiation Temples: Bizarre hybrid torture-chamber/lounges that exemplify Elite Juju weirdness.
>Laboratory: Designates Metropolis as our new technological hive, granting better research efforts. However, enemies will fight harder to get their tech back and steal ours, meaning defensive rolls become harder.

The Great Burrow burgeons and expands ever yet. The Queen is still wiggling and dancing ever since she copied it from the weird bugs we executed. The nest grows as she spits more children. The Queen notices her swarm's pleas: The Poison Machine is breaking down. Using the technique used to isolate and study the radio-blasters' ammo, our brightest bug brains not only fix the machine, but improve it. It's a slow process, though.
>+New Supplies: Improved Poison Machine (The Great Burrow only. More to come later.)

Shortly after giving the Demons some of our bugs, Our Queen goes to psychically check on them. That's weird... No signal? Either they've gone past the boundaries of Mars Prime, they've died, or they've been eerily cut off from The Underground Queen's telepathic link. But they cannot be traced. Our Queen does everything in her power, canvasing all of our patrol zones, which unfortunately gives little clue to the whereabouts of the missing bugs. Or the Demons. We haven't seen either in a month. We suffer abnormal casualties in areas we now understand to be under the watch of the warring Human Tribes of Oceanium and the Floating City. Puny worm-men, how amusing they should take arms to each other's throats. The heavy, juicy apple is bringing the thin branch right down to our cavernous, insatiable maws.
>Target Oceanium
>Target the Floating City
>Target both
>Target neither, withdraw from the area and watch from afar
>Write in - ???

While deciding on the next step on our assault on humanity, the battered TeleLens in The Queen's Chamber flickers on. A booming voice you have no business understanding: "Insect Matriarch. Fear not. We come in peace. I am Brimnose, of the time-travelling Technotaurs. I am speaking to you through a Universal Vocalizer Module. My legion has business on your planet. Your planet of slavers and lechers. You may recognize this Collar fused around my neck. I believe I have seen your minions carrying around a similar piece of technology on the ancient TeleLens we now speak through. Our records tell that the Humans were our slavers, not the Insects. For what purpose do you carry the Collar? You do not seem to harbor malice towards our race, or even know how to operate that piece of perverse technology. I implore you, we need to obtain that collar. It is instrumental in corrupting Humanity beyond redemption. What say you, Underground Queen?"
>Form silent partnership with the Technotaurs. Play it close to the thorax, though.
>Petition Brimnose for Technotaur soldiers and fire support to join us on our war path. He'll do this, promising to deliver the Earth to our feet, but expects the Collar in exchange.
>Inform Brimnose if he touches down on Earth, he will be nothing more than another hostile lifeform to be assimilated into mush for our children and spare parts for our Poison Machine.
>Ignore Brimnose's transmission, keep working on the TeleLens.
>Destroy the TeleLens spy devices, the humans are probably watching us as we speak. Tell Brimnose he's soon to be hamburger.
>Write in - ???

>>4808218
>>4808220
>>4808221
>Radiation Temples: Bizarre hybrid torture-chamber/lounges that exemplify Elite Juju
>Target neither, withdraw from the area and watch from afarweirdness.
>Form silent partnership with the Technotaurs. Play it close to the thorax, though.
mmmmmmmmmmm, technology

>>4808220
>Radiation Temples: Bizarre hybrid torture-chamber/lounges that exemplify Elite Juju weirdness.
at this point I may or may not just vote for anything juju bug related and bug cults sound cool

>Target both
Humans as a whole don't like us so lets just eat them all. More enemies are just more food

>Form silent partnership with the Technotaurs. Play it close to the thorax, though.
giving away the slave collar for a potential alliance doesn't sound like that bad of an idea to me. I mean I'm not sure if/how it could even work on shapeless demon things and we make our own work force super fast so enslavement of other more meaty/tangible races seems less important unless we want breeding farms and don't think we can do it the good ol' fashioned way.

>>4808220
Radiation Temples! This site of our first great conquest and expansion shall be our glowing green Mecca!

>>4808221
Target neither city. Let them tucker each other out. Don't unite them against our common threat!

Form a very tentative alliance with Brimnose, but ask what he will offer in exchange for tolerance of his species, and the collar. What does he know future events? Of the demons? What can he give us, technologically?

>>4808391
This. I rather get some time to research and talk about alliances than smash into another enemy right now

>>4808218
>>4808220
>>4808221
I knew those fuckers of the Demons where going to fuck us up, bastards. Now they're going to make that mixed shit of bug/demons that we didn't choose earlier and is going to explode in our face.

>Slimeweb Forest: Advantages against all invaders, but producing and maintaining this much mucus will consume x1.5 as much food (Metropolis only).
We obtained a lot of food, but we have to find a way to produce more, and this will help with our defense. The Great Burrow will be out tecnology research place so we dont get robbed, and if we gain another strategic place THEN the metropolis can expand to be also for research.

>Write in - ???
We need to spy on them, make use of our Cloak devices and wait to see something interesting to make a way infiltrating or even makeing a powerful strike to their cities.

>Form silent partnership with the Technotaurs. Play it close to the thorax, though.
We have a new ally that will not only help us agains the humans, but maybe agains the Demons

ALSO! I don't ike the option of the Radiation Temples. We gave them independence and it will be a trouble if the try to take them back from them once they try to go agains us, by giving them temples we give them more importance to their existence, and may want to oppose us. By the moment we should make more warrior, we have little of them.

1/2

The Underground Queen, Giant Insect Grand Matriarch
The Insect Queendom: (population 14.1m)
>The Great Burrow (10.8m total: 1.5m soldiers, 7.3m drones, 2m elite bugs) (230 tons consumption/50 tons supply of meat DANGER!)
-[Queen's Nest]
-Special Supplies: Slave Collar Prototype, Unusable TeleLens, Improved Poison Machine
>Metropolis (2.7m total: 1m soldiers, 1.3m drones, 0.4m elite bugs) (40t/450meat)
-Rad Temples
>Trap Door Zones (0.4m soldiers, 0.2m elite bugs)
-[Patrol Zone: No food consumption]
Universal Supplies: Cloaking Devices, Cooking Equipment, Adapted Radio-blasters, Radio Bug Bombs
Traits: Chemical vulnerability, radiation superpowers, fast breeding, absolute obeisance (non-elite bugs only), wiggling queen, interplanetary psychic link, juju (elite bugs only), independent breeding, cross-species weapons training (soldiers, non-elite only)

The Human idiots can fight amongst themselves while we "retreat". A preposterous notion, I know, but follow me on this, hive-friend: we leave our stealthiest bugs in key areas to watch the battle unfold, and once we deem the enemy to be at their weakest, we shall strike with prejudice, a well-rested army, and hopefully, impunity! Death to human scum! Long live the Queen!
>We need every elite bug on this quest to roll 1d100! Average of everyone's roll is used! (Dice Check: 1-33 Awful, 34-59 Decent, 60+ Great!)

And that robo-bull with the red mechanical eye from the TeleLens comm system... Is he to be trusted? He seems to genuinely want to crush the humans. Brimnose promises all sorts of future technology. It is clearly time to re-double, no, re-quadruple our efforts on researching both the TeleLens and this Prototype Collar here at the Burrow.
Metropolis, busy with mining the valuables out of the land, may research one (1) thing this month for themselves:
>Structure Upgrade: Slimeweb
>Structure Upgrade: Laboratory
>Structure Upgrade: Connect Tunnels to Trap Door Zones and The Great Burrow
>Supplies: Radio Drugs (Metropolis only)
>Supplies: Booby Traps (Metropolis only)
>Write in - ???

Even though a rash of disapproval and fuss kicks up, some of the Elite bugs in Metropolis start pleasure parlors called Rad Temples. Flaying Humans, weak, shameful Bugs or the occasional, secret, luxury, mist-exuding Demon. Even the Queen gets a kick out of vicariously witnessing these actions. Some bugs voice disapproval, but it's obvious they just which they were the ones to be the witness/torturer/executioner. Maybe if they prove themselves in combat, or commit noble and exemplary drone deeds, or exchange their meat for services, they, too, can receive this unique pleasure.
This is what Insect sentience is about; choosing a better future. That's why we always[Choose one (1)]:
>Make an effort to find a way to liberate every bug's mind.
>Grow through love and respect for the Queen, who gives us everything.
>Let the strong live, and let the weak feed the strong.
>Write in - ???

After a long absence of speaking with The Epitome, a Demon-Bug harbinger arrives at the Great Burrows entrance. Some of our guards meet him, but cannot speak with him. Our Queen sees him telepathically, but cannot read him. We greet the hybrid by:
>Granting him immediate audience with the Queen.
>Destroying him with our Radio-blasters.
>Slimewebbing him and taking him in as if he were a prisoner
>Write in - ???

Would we like to transfer any bugs?
>Write in - ???

Would we like to transfer any food?
>Write in - ???

Enterprising bugs, choose one (1) action to commit!
>Write in - ???

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>4809662
>>4809663
>>Supplies: Booby Traps (Metropolis only)
>Grow through love and respect for the Queen, who gives us everything.
gotta get that leader worship goin'
>Write in - ???
grant him audience with a proxi and have slimewebs at hte ready in case

>>4809676
This but we should also transfer enough food to the hive from the metropolis (320 tons, still lets the metropolis survive for a couple of months) and to get the enterprising bugs to find us more meat for both settlements.

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>4809842
Shit. Forget my roll

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>4809662
>Structure Upgrade: Connect Tunnels to Trap Door Zones and The Great Burrow
>>4809663
>Grow through love and respect for the Queen, who gives us everything.
>Slimewebbing him and taking him in as if he were a prisoner
Transfers:
>Transfer 0.5m soldiers soldiers to Metropolis
>Transfer 250 tons of meat to The Great Burrow
Enterprising:
>Start planning our next conquest
The hive must be fed.

>>4809662
>Structure Upgrade: Laboratory

>>4809663
>Grow through love and respect for the Queen, who gives us everything.

All glory to the Queen, who gives the gift of sapience and of pleasure, culture, and science!

>Slimewebbing him and taking him in as if he were a prisoner
Maybe the Epitome will speak through him, as it once did with a regular demon? If not, let's dissect and study the bug.

>Enterprising bugs, choose one (1) action to commit!
Capture human stragglers and wounded from the fringes of their intraspecies conflict, to Interrogate and test poisons and technology on. Maybe they can even help explain the TeleLens, under torture?

>>4810127
Woops, dice in the wrong window. Rolling!

>>4810139
You can do it, buddy.

>>4810127
Ya know, I kinda like this more than the booby trap one but I will still agree with the transfer stuff of the post above. I think getting a laboratory set up will be nice.

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>4809662
>>4809663
>Structure Upgrade: Connect Tunnels to Trap Door Zones and The Great Burrow
>Grow through love and respect for the Queen, who gives us everything.
>Write in - ???
grant him audience with a proxi and have slimewebs at hte ready in case

Would we like to transfer any bugs?
>Write in - ???
Transfer 2.3m drones from The Great Burrow to Metropolis

Would we like to transfer any food?
>Write in - ???
Transfer 230t of meat from Metropolis to The Great Burrow

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>4810139
>>4810149

I'm honestly not sure I can. First time I put it in the name field, but second time? It just... Refused. I think maybe my dumb phone autocorrected a space into the formula?

Rolled 2 (1d3)

(1/3)
Our bugs love and respect their Queen.
That's why every bit of meet not sanctioned to be eaten by a bug gets returned to a Meat Deposit.
It's why every sacrifice in the Rad Temples are done in Her Scaly Name.
Why female drone births came into existence, to erase the Queen's Burden and create more worshippers.
It's why every researcher forgoes sleep and non-essential food until the project is done, dying if they take too long.
It's why every soldier larvae gets injected with Venom, blasted with radiation, and given a standard issue kit: currently a Cloaking Device, Cooking Gear, Adapted Radio-blaster and a single, potent Bug Bomb.
It's why when our council of 6 bugs in Metropolis ended up in a 3-way tie and couldn't decide whether to build Tunnels, a Laboratory, or Booby Traps, the Queen knew what to do. She chopped a decomposing Human into three segments, designated a choice to each of them, and threw them into the air to see which would hit the ground first, it was:
1 - Connect Tunnels
2 - Booby Traps
3 - Laboratory

Scouting Mission Report
>In order, 53, 97, 95, 11, 30
>General results: humanity severely weakened temporarily, but they will bounce back harder than ever before if we don't crush them now.
53 - Our efforts at letting the humans rip each others throats out was in utter vanity. After seeing us scurry from the battlefield, it seems they became so wary of us they forged a ceasefire to convene on how to deal with us.
97 - But with our cloaking devices, some bugs becoming very intimate with the technology, we completely conceal ourselves from the humans. Lying in wait in their crops and roadsides.
95 - Like a miracle, our bugs find the perfect moment to strike. They lose their lives after their surprise assault, but their missions were complete. They staked out a meeting place of Oceanium and the Floating City's leaders, and killed not only the leaders of both cities, but many of their highest ranking officials, advisors and guardsmen, as well.
11 - Though left in disarray, our victory only stoked humanity's pyres of its hatred for us. They now double their efforts to... exterminate us. We can expect Human raids and patrols. Lots of them.
30 - Human elections of stronger leadership come and pass quickly. Their newest technology devastates radiation-enhanced beings such as us Giant insects. The coming war with the scum will be harder than before.
We don't gain much meat from Humanity's robotic war machines. As it stands, we have no means of reaping our savory, mandible-watering rewards in Oceanium or The Floating City. We also have no means of travelling through space.
Research one new Elite bug
> Diverbugs
> Aerial Strikers
> Juju Priest Elites
> Space Bugs (most difficult to create)
Research one new non-Elite bug!
> Cloak Bugs
> Radio Bugs
> Princess Drones

(2/3)
Even with the Queen's full efforts in denying enemy probes, some Human patrols make it dangerously close to The Great Burrow before being chased into their dirty graves, then our patrols' stomachs. They are found with a few TeleLenses on them.

The Demon bug envoy gets slimed up with our newest, nastiest Mega Venom Slimeweb, and dragged into an interrogation chamber in The Great Burrow. The Demon bug says nothing for 6 days, 6 hours and 6 minutes. Then, only when all guards except for the Queen's official proxy have left, the Demon bug turns its exoskeleton inside out and reveals shadowy, gooey guts, radiating a black aura, then reverts to its previous state. Then it explodes into a million skull spiders, which skitter around until they vanish into transparency, then into nothingness. Then, when the official proxy returns its gaze to the center of the Slimeweb, the Demon bug is still there, like nothing happened. What the hell is The Demon King trying to tell us?
>Continue trying to interrogate the Demon bug.
>Grant the Demon bug audience with and inspection by the Queen.
>Let the Demon bug roam free among Metropolis
>Try killing the Demon bug with everything we've got
>Write in - ???

Now, it is finished. Our Improved Poison Machine in the Great Burrow now supplies enough Mega Venom for many factors more than our current population. This Mega Venom increases our combat abilities and weaponry, improves research speed and has some unknown properties we can investigate further.

Our strip-mining of Metropolis is nearing its finale. Our recent finds are loads of rubble, a disappointing amount of meat and a curious, dusty Hologram Projector, of Human make.

It is clear that Earth is going to rumble and crack in the coming wars. It will make or break our hive. The Queen has her hands full. She's on the brink of cracking three monumental technologies that her research army cannot decode. In the end, she finds the secret to only one (1), and a grave secret it is:
>the secret of the Slave Collar Prototype
>the secret of the Unusable TeleLens
>the secret of the Hologram Projector

Our research efforts never tire. Choose two (2) [If QM roll was 3 - Laboratory, then pick three (3)!]:
>New Structure: Dirt Clod Boulder Cliffs, for even more sneaky ambushes and chokepoints. [Patrol Zone] modifier. Requires very few soldiers.
>New Structure: Brooding Cave, a hidden underground cave to focus on rearing our next several generations of non-elite soldiers and drones.
>Portable Poison Machines (becomes Universal Supplies) (Incompatible with next upgrade)
>Grand Poison Machine (upgrades The Great Burrow's Machine) (Incompatible with last upgrade)
>Universal Supplies: Wingsuits, for exploring and colonizing the skies
>Universal Supplies: Divesuits, for exploring and colonizing the seas
>Supplies: Chitincraft, for exploring and colonizing space (The Great Burrow only)
>Supplies: Radio Drugs (Metropolis only)
>Write in - ???

(3/3)
>Depending on what we create and how we evolve, The Underground Queen will decide which path we took to war. She will still need all soldiers to ROLL HER 3d100, MAGGOT!!!!!! Maggot is a term of endearment among Giant Insects. Your 1st and 2nd dice rolls affect our new evolutions, the 3rd die will be the only roll to affect the battle report. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

The skirmish finishes before the month is over. On the other side of the planet, futuristic drop-pods make touchdown on Earth's surface. The Technotaurs have landed.

Enterprising bugs, choose one (1) other action to commit! For the hive!!
>Write in - ???

The Underground Queen, Giant Insect Grand Matriarch
The Insect Queendom: (population 14m)
>The Great Burrow (10m total: 1.1m soldiers, 6.8m drones, 2.1m elite bugs) (220t/220meat)
-[Queen's Nest]
-Special Supplies: Slave Collar Prototype, Unusable TeleLens, Improved Poison Machine
>Metropolis (3.6m total: 1.7m soldiers, 1.6m drones, 0.3m elite bugs) (50t/120meat)
-Rad Temples
>Trap Door Zones (0.3m soldiers, 0.1m elite bugs)
-[Patrol Zone: No food consumption]
Universal Supplies: Cloaking Devices, Cooking Equipment, Adapted Radio-blasters, Radio Bug Bombs, Basic Venom -> Mega Venom
Traits: Chemical vulnerability, radiation superpowers, fast breeding, absolute obeisance (non-elite bugs only), wiggling queen, interplanetary psychic link, juju (elite bugs only), independent breeding, cross-species weapons training (soldiers, non-elite only)

>>4814317
> Diverbugs

These are coastal peoples we are genociding now. We need an aquatic edge.

> Cloak Bugs
And stealth has been our friend in dealing with these foes. Keep that rolling!

>>4814323
>Demon Bug Write in
Ask the Technotaurs of their knwoeldge and experiences vis a vis demons. Can they be trusted? The 'taurs, at least, we understand what they are and what they want. They should have no reason to lie to us about this.

>the secret of the Slave Collar Prototype
More to bargain with the 'taurs, and possibly to make use of in our war effort.

>Supplies: Chitincraft, for exploring and colonizing space (The Great Burrow only)
An escape hatch if Earth crumbles

>Research write-in
Geological sensors to help identify troubling detonations, techntonic activity, and massive troop movements by vibration.

Rolled 44, 50, 52 = 146 (3d100)

>>4814336

>Enterprising bugs write-in
Try to learn human script and/or speech, to communicate with an intercept their communications more easily

Rolled 52, 35, 76 = 163 (3d100)

>>4814317
>Diver Bugs
>Cloak Bugs
>Get some L O R E from the Taurs. I'm not really sure if the demons can be trusted since they did say they wanted to kill everything.
>the secret of the Slave Collar prototype
>Dirt Clod Boulder Cliffs. We may have huge numbers but the element of surprise is also important.
>Grand Poison Machine. If that shit helps our combat ability and research speeds, we need to get better at it.
>Learn human script/speech solely so we can get a heads up on when they do shit.

Rolled 89, 44, 80 = 213 (3d100)

>>4814461
>>4814470
+1

Let's see those good fucking evolutions boys

Rolled 4, 93, 5 = 102 (3d100)

>>4814317
> Diverbugs
> Princess Drones
>>4814323
>Let the Demon bug roam free among Metropolis
>the secret of the Slave Collar Prototype
>Portable Poison Machines (becomes Universal Supplies)
>Universal Supplies: Divesuits, for exploring and colonizing the seas
>>4814336
Enterprising
>Search for ways to produce food without consuming humans

Rolled 3, 2, 4, 1, 3, 2, 3 = 18 (7d4)

I was thinking of a way to reward the Giant Insects who come up with strategies who don't get majority voted for, and my compromise goes something like this:

I will roll XdY when voting is over. (X/number of dice = choices to be made, Y/sides = # of voters. So in this case there are 7 choices and 4 voters, so 7d4. Your 3d100 rolls for new species and battle will be used individually still.)
>>4814461
>>4814470 (1)
>>4814885 (2)
>>4815194 (3)
>>4816171 (4)

Using this method for this next update, let me know what you think. If you like it or are indifferent, I'll keep it this way. If you hate it, I'll just stick with majority rules and tiebreaker rolls only.

New Elite - Diverbugs
New non-Elite - Cloak Bugs
Demon Bug decision - Roam free among Metropolis
Secret of the - Slave Collar Prototype
Research 1 - Chitincraft
Research 2 - Grand Poison Machine
Enterprising - Learn Human Scum Language

(still posting update soon, just a little sidetracked)

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Note: Meat/population calculations are rough, and not precise.
The Underground Queen, Giant Insect Grand Matriarch
>The Insect Queendom: (population 9.5m)
/The Great Burrow/ (7.5m total: 1m soldiers, 5.2m drones, 1m elite bugs, 0.3m divers) (170t/270meat)
-[Queen's Nest]
-Special Supplies: Slave Collar Prototype (Deciphered), Unusable TeleLens, Improved Poison Machine, Chitincraft Mark I
/Metropolis/ (1.7m total: .8m soldiers, 0.6m drones, 0.2m elite bugs, 0.1m divers) (30t/90meat)
-UNDER SIEGE!
-Rad Temples
/Trap Door Zones/ (0.1m soldiers, 0.1m elite bugs, 0.1m divers)
-[Patrol Zone: No food consumption]
/Oceanium/ (0.05m divers) (2t/1000meat)
-[Underwater Lair: Divers only]
Universal Supplies: Cloaking Devices, Cooking Equipment, Adapted Radio-blasters, Radio Bug Bombs, Mega Venom, Booby Traps
Traits: Chemical vulnerability, radiation superpowers, fast breeding, absolute obeisance (non-elite bugs only), wiggling queen, interplanetary psychic link, juju (elite bugs only), independent breeding, cross-species weapons training (soldiers, non-elite only), basic understanding of human scum language and writing

We send the Demon Bug to Metropolis, and keep our eyes and antennae on him.

In the coming conquest of Earth, grave consequences await those who do not adapt.

Our Queen modifies a new strain of DNA within herself. Within a week, hundreds of thousands of hardy, seafaring Diverbugs make their way from womb to war field. Their deep-blue eggs are easily hidden and hatch-able in water, and they seem to be capable of producing more Diverbugs on their own when they mate with our female drones. Divers control the seas without equal, and navigate our tunnels just fine, but suffer greatly when expected to fight above ground.
>Diverbugs unlocked!
A fifth kind of egg, heavily speckled and completely translucent, emerges in a special batch. The lithe baby Giant Insects wriggling around within have fiercer mouth parts and claws than our average soldiers. The see-thru eggs are incredibly hardy, but exposure to light has a terrible effect on them, usually killing or deforming the bugs within. For some reason, these eggs take longer to hatch and no Cloak Bugs have been able to join the workforce yet.
>Cloak Bugs unlocked!

Battle Report
52
Our new diverbugs burst into the oceans and devastate the weak diving robots that humanity sends to probe them. They make it to the glass cage encircling Oceanium keeping humanity from being destroyed. The land forces begin taking heavy casualties while watching over the divers.
76
The windows and fragile doors of Oceanium are destroyed, and the entire city begins to slowly flood. They didn't expect thousands of jackhammer-like mouth parts working in psychic unison.

80
The humans in their escape pods were mostly too quick to chase down and eat, but they left behind an amazing 1000 tons of meat in the city for us to eat. The only problem now is how to bring it all to the surface.
5
And where to bring it to. While we were busy taking Oceanium, Humanity had it's eyes set on Metropolis.

Metropolis is now completely surrounded by an army of Humans unlike any we've seen before. Numbers that rivals and dwarf our own, stocked with gigantic electronic warmachines, and vehicles and artillery stationed 360 around our Metropolis. It comes at an inopportune time, as the Toxic Tramp's miners have reached the end of their work, and scuttle before their greatest achievement: Underground Metropolis. Connected to Surface Metropolis by impenetrable tunnels, we find entrance to a hidden vault full of human weaklings, nary a guard in sight. Faced between a rock and a hard place, we chose to [Pick one (1):]
>Abandon Surface Metropolis and flood into Underground Metropolis
>Booby-Trap the whole city as we evacuated.
>Booby-Trap Underground Metropolis and make a stand in Surface Metropolis.
>Fight. Send reinforcements from The Great Burrow and our Trap Door Zones
>Write in - ???

Our choice to study the Human Scum's communications systems were wise and fruitful. Through our Queen's telepathic link, she could now be reading and listening to their hideous language all over the globe. More importantly, it now all came together... To use the Slave Collar, just hook it around a creature's neck or near its sensory organs, flip the switch, and the subject will no longer be able to act with violent intent. That's what it says on the inside of the device, anyway.

Work on a Grand Poison Machine begins development, and with it, our Ultimate Venom. This is on schedule to be completed by the beginning of next month, so our engineers see to its completion. As for our Chitincraft... Well... No. Just no. What an absolute disaster. They fly, but our bugs can't fly them properly without direct assistance from the Queen's Link. We destroyed half the prototypes in horrific accidents. These are not combat ready, and definitely not ready for space-faring. Right now, our young seem to get enjoyment when our Queen gives them Chitincraft rides, but after the last... incident... The Queen doesn't think it's such a great idea to continue the rides. Chitincraft needs a lot more development to be considered for taking out of the Burrow.


Choose two (2) to research, and roll 2d100!
>Structure Upgrade: Chitin Shuttles (Oceanium only)
>New Universal Supply: Divesuits
>Chitincraft (Upgrade)
>Supply: Reverse Engineered TeleLens (The Great Burrow only)
>New Structure: Dirt Clod Boulder Cliffs
>New Structure: Brooding Cave
>Write in - ???

Enterprising bugs, choose one (1) other (non-research) action to commit! For the hive!!
>Write in - ???

Rolled 10, 32 = 42 (2d100)

>>4817176
>Booby-Trap the whole city as we evacuated.

>Structure Upgrade: Chitin Shuttles (Oceanium only)
>Write in
Improve slimewebs

>Enterprising bugs, choose one
Take the human weaklings with us, and start domesticating them. Breed them for docility and psychic susceptibility.

Rolled 89, 72 = 161 (2d100)

>>4817176
>Fight. Send reinforcements from The Great Burrow and our Trap Door Zones
For every half an inch they want to take, we'll make them pay for it with a thousand men.
>Structure Upgrade: Dirt Clod Boulder Cliffs
Why fight fairly when we can sneak attack, eh? Better than being surrounded and having to do a last stand type situation.
>Structure Upgrade: Chitin Shuttles (Oceanium only)
We need to get the meat to the Burrow, after all. Certainly more efficient than having it done manually.
>Take the human weaklings with us, and start domesticating them. Breed them for docility and psychic susceptibility.
Hey, maybe they can be the bug version of cattle.

Rolled 99, 56 = 155 (2d100)

>>4817176
>Abandon Surface Metropolis and flood into Underground Metropolis
>Write-in
>Combine this with booby-trapping the city

>Structure Upgrade: Chitin Shuttles (Oceanium only)
>New Structure: Dirt Clod Boulder Cliffs

Enterprising
>Try and procure human space shuttles to assist chitincraft research

Rolled 1, 2, 3 = 6 (3d3)

(Again, if you have any gripes with this system, please voice them now or hold your peace)

Hive decisions:
>Metropolis? Roll
1 Booby trap and evacuate
2 Fight
3 Booby trap Surface, flood Underground

>Research 1 (10, 89, 99)
Chitin Shuttles

>Research 2? Roll (32, 72, 56)
1 Slimewebs
2 + 3 Dirt Clod Boulder Cliffs

>Enterprising?
1 + 2 Human cattle
3 Procure human space shuttles

(1 of 3)
The Underground Queen, Giant Insect Grand Matriarch
>The Insect Queendom: (population 8.75m)
/The Great Burrow/ (8.1m total: 1.2m soldiers, 5m drones, 0.8m elite bugs, 1m divers, 0.1m cloakbugs) (160t/100meat)
-[Queen's Nest]
-Special Supplies: Slave Collar Prototype (Deciphered), Unusable TeleLens, Grand Poison Machine, Chitincraft Mark I, Scum Shuttle
/Dirt Clod Boulder Cliffs/ (0.1m soldiers)
-[Patrol Zone: No food consumption]
-[Choke Points: Assists in defensive efforts]
/Trap Door Zones/ (0.2m soldiers, 0.2m elite bugs, 0.1m divers)
-[Patrol Zone: No food consumption]
/Oceanium/ (0.05m divers) (2t/998meat)
-[Underwater Lair: Divers only]
Universal Supplies: Cloaking Devices, Cooking Equipment, Adapted Radio-blasters, Improved Bug Bombs, Ultimate Venom, Booby Traps, Ten (10) Chitin Submarines w/ Torpedoes
Traits: Chemical vulnerability, radiation superpowers, fast breeding, absolute obeisance (non-elite bugs only), wiggling queen, interplanetary psychic link, juju (elite bugs only), independent breeding, cross-species weapons training (soldiers, non-elite only), basic understanding of human scum language and writing

Metropolis... Has fallen. The Toxic Tramp is melted with super-effective heat weapons where she wriggles in her hole. Less than a million bugs make it through the blockade, carrying with them their Radio-blasters, their tattered and negated cloaking devices, some juju relics from the Rad Temples, one of the smaller Human space shuttles, and seven human slaves. Four become unwilling snacks on the arduous trip home. As for the other maimed, mangled-but-breathing three hostages... Well, I'm sure they now hate whichever wretched Human science-manipulator created the Slave Collar. [Choose one (1):]
>Further learn their language to the point our bugs now fluently speak, read and write Human Scum
>Experiment with the absolute limits of the Slave Collar on a human
>Befriend the humans, Stockholm Syndrome style. Try to butter them up and eat them- I mean, get them to talk.
>Torture them, contort them, form them into twisted shapes with slimeweb, and post them, still living, around the entrance of The Great Burrow as warning to humanity, and morale booster to our population.
>Write in - ???

Our soldiers booby-trapped the vault entrance to the Underground Metropolis, leaving it inaccessible to anyone from above and deadly to open from below, effectively trapping and killing the pathetic scum inside the underground chamber. The upper city's main structures also get fundamentally destroyed. This devastates Metropolis so much so that Humanity will have to use their term "Pyrrhic Victory" to describe the situation. They didn't remove the bugs from the city. We removed the city from the planet, together. It finally feels good to work together with Humanity. Is this what they call Symbiosis?

Come to think of it, the Demon Bug we let roam Metropolis... Before the bombardment, it just... didn't move, or do anything. Now, it's... gone. Lost in the confusion of it all. And so are the Insects charged with guarding it... The Epitome and all other Demons have been suspiciously absent.

The remnants of the Elite bugs petition our Queen to establish a Rad Temple in The Great Burrow. The Queen dictates: [Choose one (1):]
>Yes, you may establish one temple on the edge of the Burrow, near an entrance to one of our Trap Door Zones.
>Take over Metropolis again and you can do whatever you like with it.
>No, you must do that in Oceanium. Once you have overseen the transport of Oceanium's meat supply, you may build Rad Temples... underwater... far from here... Muhahaha
>Enough of your juju gibberish. You will give it up and return to my hive mind until you once again prove your might in battle.

10, 89, 99
We run through almost all our excess supply of builder's Chitin. But our vision is complete, and it far exceeds our previous expectations. Bug-kind has never crafted such an intricately complex yet stupidly simple invention like this. Our work on the Chitin Shuttles turns from mere transportation to warfare. We add torpedo ports for our Bug Bombs, and the spiny, black sea-faring chitin holds thousands soldiers or many tons of cargo. The Queen decides that despite their small number, we should keep one of these crafts in the Great Burrow as well for studying and teaching.
>Ten (10) Chitin Submarines unlocked
>Bug Torpedoes unlocked

32, 72, 56
As our phalanx breaks and skitters back to The Great Burrow and Trap Door Zones, some are commanded to sling their blasters and start cramming and carrying dirt clod boulders on the tops of the mesas and canyons, and even some abandoned Human skyscrapers that dominate the skies. This goes as planned. In unison with the kamikaze efforts of our Trap Door Zone comrades, several-ton earthen boulders smash human tanks and impede the movements of all but their shiniest, most adept mech-suits and most mobile men. Our pursuers are turned on their heels, but still they stalk us at distance.
>New Structure: /Dirt Clod Boulder Cliffs/ (0.1m soldiers)
-[Patrol Zone: no food consumption]
-[Choke Points: assists all defensive efforts]

hahahahahahaha woops that first one shouldn't be all blue. . . ah, screw it. there is one question/prompt to check out there, though, don't miss it!

Cloak bugs come forth from their eggs. They are... glorious. They are eager for one (1) mission already:
>Track down The Floating City
>Take the Chitin Submarines and scout the seas with the Diverbugs
>Scatter and put their ear-hole to the Earth for traces of the Demons or the Technotaurs

The Grand Poison Machine now tops the Submarines in magnificence and scope. It is perhaps indestructible. Our proudest invention yet. On top of that, the Mega Venom has been improved to... an almost perfect Venom. It nearly mimics the Queen's own Venom. The Ultimate Venom is so nasty that the Divers and Drones can't use it without permanently damaging their innards. In battle and practical applications though... It can cut clean through humanity's concrete/metal skyscrapers. Our Bug Bombs will be nastier than ever!
>Ultimate Poison unlocked
>Improved Bug Bombs unlocked

War is coming in its entirety. Soon there will be little chance for new research and development. Our queen is working on another DNA strain, but she won't have that prepared for a few more weeks.

Choose three (3) items to research:
>Improve our Chitincraft with new knowledge of Human space shuttles and Chitin Submarines
>Improve our Ultimate Venom into Queen's Venom
>New Trait: Poison Mastery
>Supply: Reverse Engineered TeleLens (The Great Burrow only)
>New Structure: Brooding Cave
>Universal Supplies: Fertility Drugs
>Universal Supplies: Radio Drugs
>Universal Supplies: Improved Cloaking Devices
>Universal Supplies: Divesuits
>Universal Supplies: Wingsuits
>Write in - ???

Our food is on it's way, even with the limited amount of submarines, if we use them nonstop all month, we will have 500t of meat transported from Oceanium to The Great Burrow.

Our hive suffered greatly at Metropolis. We should be blooming, not shrinking. We may want to refocus our breeding efforts now.
>Assign one (1) most important role to breed (Cloak bugs, Diverbugs, Elite soldiers, Non-elite soldiers, or Drones)
>Assign one (1) least important role to breed (Cloak bugs, Diverbugs, Elite soldiers, Non-elite soldiers, or Drones)

Enterprising bugs, you know what to do! Go wild! Once. (1):
>Recycle: Harvest enough Chitin to increase our Submarine fleet from ten (10) to a hundred (100) All we have to do? Kill 0.5 million of our own bugs. (choose which bugs die) Also grants us 100 tons of food to The Great Burrow.
>Write in - ???

War ever-looms.
>Roll 1d100!

>>4818196
>Experiment with the absolute limits of the Slave Collar on a human
We can learn their language after they learn the language of service.

>>4818197
>No, you must do that in Oceanium. Once you have overseen the transport of Oceanium's meat supply, you may build Rad Temples... underwater... far from here... Muhahaha
Motivation for those independent bugs who need it.


>>4818201
>Scatter and put their ear-hole to the Earth for traces of the Demons or the Technotaurs
I don't trust this demon nonsense...

>Improve our Chitincraft with new knowledge of Human space shuttles and Chitin Submarines
>Universal Supplies: Divesuits
>Universal Supplies: Wingsuits
All-terrain bugs!

>Most important breed: Drones
>Least important: Elite soldiers
Because…
>Recycle: Harvest enough Chitin to increase our Submarine fleet from ten (10) to a hundred (100) All we have to do? Kill 0.5 million of our own bugs. (choose which bugs die) Also grants us 100 tons of food to The Great Burrow.
I choose to sacrifice drones!

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>4818281
Oh, Woops, and a roll.

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>4818201
>Further learn their language to the point our bugs now fluently speak, read and write Human Scum
Knowledge is power.
>Yes, you may establish one temple on the edge of the Burrow, near an entrance to one of our Trap Door Zones.
Might as well. It's interesting to say the very least.
>Scatter and put their ear-hole to the Earth for traces of the Demons or the Technotaurs
Keeping loose threads around isn't exactly something I want on our minds, you know?

>New Structure: Brooding Cave
>Universal Supplies: Fertility Drugs
>New Trait: Poison Mastery
We need to recover from our recent losses FAST and I think being able to master our poison/venom/whatever would be useful for the upcoming future.

>Non-elite soldiers as most important
>Diverbugs as least important
We need more soldiers and Diverbugs, while interesting, aren't particularly the most useful thing we should focus on.

>Recycle: Harvest enough Chitin to increase our Submarine fleet from ten (10) to a hundred (100) All we have to do? Kill 0.5 million of our own bugs. (choose which bugs die) Also grants us 100 tons of food to The Great Burrow.
Recycle some drones because pft. Why not.

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>4818300
>>4818201
+1, we need to focus on breeding for now.

Rolled 64 (1d100)

Rolled 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 2 = 15 (7d3)

The viziers have each spoken their piece. Rolling for Queen's decision.
>>4818281
1
>>4818300 >>4819631
2, 3


slave collar?
rad temple?
cloak bugs: scatter
research1?
2?
3?
most important breed?
least important breed?
enterprise: recycle

Battle Rolls: 84, 37, 38, and 64(fuck it, we'll use it just for funsies)

The Underground Queen, Giant Insect Grand Matriarch
>The Insect Queendom: (population 10.8m)
/The Great Burrow/ (10.1m total: 1.6m soldiers, 5.4m drones, 1.6m elite bugs, 1.1m divers, 0.4m cloaks-deployed) (180t/460meat)
-[Queen's Nest]
-[Rad Temple of the Queenly Overlord]
-Special Supplies: Poison Collar Prototype, Unusable TeleLens, Grand Poison Machine, Chitincraft Mark I, Scum Shuttle, Fallen Matador Mark II (Bull Spacecraft), Scum Slave (obedient)
/Dirt Clod Boulder Cliffs/ (0.1m soldiers)
-[Patrol Zone: No food consumption]
-[Choke Points: Assists in defensive efforts]
/Trap Door Zones/ (0.2m soldiers, 0.2m elite bugs, 0.2m divers)
-[Patrol Zone: No food consumption]
Universal Supplies: Cloaking Devices, Cooking Equipment, Adapted Radio-blasters, Improved Bug Bombs, Ultimate Venom, Booby Traps, One Hundred (100) Chitin Submarines w/ Torpedoes
Traits: Chemical vulnerability, radiation superpowers, poison mastery, fast breeding, absolute obeisance (non-elite bugs only), wiggling queen, interplanetary psychic link, juju (elite bugs only), independent breeding, cross-species weapons training (soldiers, non-elite only), basic understanding of human scum language and writing

To The Great Burrow's endless amusement, the three humans have been taking involuntary turns in the Slave Collar. The Queen lets an advisor operate the Collar while she attends to other business. The little Human smacks their head so hard against the rock wall of the Burrow, that a piece of the Collar pops off. We discover it to be a cover to an empty port in the Collar which, revealed to us by our mastery of Human Scum Scribbles, is apparently a reservoir for "compliance chemicals". Yeah, yeah... I think our Grand Poison Machine has just the juice. Straight up Ultimate Venom near-instantly kills the little one. So we carefully dilute the formula with our other digestive enzymes and only give a little poison to the male. He dies much slower, but does so in absolute obedience, not even writhing or convulsing when ordered not to. Incredible. Another tweak to the formula and we learn to make the remaining female Scum Slave do... almost anything.
>Slave Collar Prototype upgraded to Poison Collar Prototype!

Speaking of our Ultimate Venom, we've worked out the flaws, and all species of Giant Insect can now use it without any danger to themselves. This will greatly increase our Structure building and some Research capabilities.
>New Trait: Poison Mastery

Miles away, construction on a hidden Brooding Cave begins. Even with our new technology, it will take time to dig out the winding halls, the booby trap rooms, and the grand breeding hall. When it's complete, our Species will bloom like wildflowers. Especially with our new aphrodisiac, which has already proven itself.
>New Universal Supplies: Fertility Drugs
>Population begins exploding next month

The Queen deigns to allow the Juju freaks to have their smut/charnel/worship house. Just... In a district close to the battlefront, so they remain ready for battle and don't bring their strange independence too close to the drones or non-Elites. The Juju bugs are ecstatic, and instead of having many small Rad Temples like last time, they use fallen chitin scales of the Queen as cornerstones while building their grandest Rad Temple of all.
>Structure Upgrade: /The Great Burrow/ -[Rad Temple of the Queenly Overlord]

The skies and seas can wait. Oceanium is under our thumb-leg, and The Floating City has defenses which we can't best just yet. Humanity cowers regardless. It's time to look out for the Technotaurs and Demons.
>All cloak bugs sent on a mission

Without a sweat or second thought, the telepathic link has half a million drones march to harvest. Their chitin shall make fine seacraft, and their meat shall be devoured with holy regard. Speaking of, whatever happened to the submarines we sent to Oceanium to retrieve the food?

Battle Report
84
Thanks to our Cloak Bugs and our long-range Telepathic Link, a robotic presence is detected in the seas of Oceanium. But these electronics aren't like the Human's. Technotaur cometh. We are able to pull all of our Chitin Submarines out and collect the last of the 500t of meat they transported this month. There's another 500t still down there. From the East, a large force of planes drop bombs on the ocean onto the undersea Technocraft.
37
Interestingly, the seacraft lights up and blasts into the air, and spears right through one of the Scum war machines, then flies off. Technological superiority doesn't even begin to describe what was witnessed. Having no explicit alliance with the Technotaurs, our small force of bugs watch as they duke it out with Humanity over our turf. We don't have enough soldiers there to do anything.
38
Soon enough, Oceanium is a sunken graveyard just like Metropolis. That's Humanity and their Pyrrhic victories for you, eh? Bombing their own settlement so no one else can benefit from it. A formidable plan. Maybe we underestimated the cold hearts of Scumkind, previously seeing them as a delicacy rather than a threat.
64
Our Cloaking Devices were successful and untested during the whole ordeal, so we didn't draw the attention of either force. We manage to successfully transport our troops, submarines, food and even a shiny fallen starcraft from the future.
>+500t meat
>New Supply: Fallen Matador Mark II (The Great Burrow only)
>More Submarines! (10) -> (100)

Retaliation: [Roll 1d100 and choose one (1):]
>Bolster our Surface patrols, attack Human military camps where we see them.
>Retake the ruins of Oceanium
>Retake the ruins of Metropolis
>Hunt down The Floating City
>Go into underground hiding in The Great Burrow and regroup
>Seek out an alliance with the Demons to squash Humanity so fast, their heads will spin.
>Demand a meeting with the Technotaurs. Angle for an alliance.
>Demand a meeting with the Technotaurs. It's just a trap to get them to submit to our whim or eradicate them, though.

Cloak bugs, drones and elites have proven themselves valuable servants. But our magnificent non-elite soldiers stand out a head and a thorax above the crowd. It's time to prioritize their breeding within the female drone population, since Our Queen can no longer produce non-elite soldiers on her own. As for the Diverbugs, stand down and stand by! We'll keep birthing some occasionally, but consider them basically benched. We'll always have their DNA if we want to produce more. Speaking of, our fertility drugs test yielded a large batch of eggs. They're about to hatch... [Choose one (1):]
>3m Drones
>2m Soldiers
>1m Elite
>0.5m Cloak Bugs
>0.5m Diverbugs
>0.2m of each species

Enterprising Bugs, you know what to do! [Choose two (2):]
>Research (What?)
>Research (What?)
>Write in - ???

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>4820135
>Go into underground hiding in The Great Burrow and regroup
Let them fight and squabble by themselves. We'll fight once the population bursts and we have a fuckton of buggos to work with.
>0.2m of each species
It's best to have reserves of everything. A full restock, you could say.
>Research 1
We shall investigate the Spacecraft to improve our own Chitincraft. It's a lucky thing we managed to get such a high tech find.
>Research 2
Actually figure out what the fucking Telelens is and how we can work with it.

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>4820135
>Demand a meeting with the Technotaurs. Angle for an alliance.
>2m Soldiers
I'm a bit wary of elites rebelling if we have less regular soldiers than juju's
Enterprising:
>Study Fallen Matador Mark II to improve both our chitincraft and maybe submarines
>Figure out the Telelens

>>4820180
I'm curious why you think that. Sure, the bugs are weird and it was a bad choice to let them be independent, but they seem strictly loyal to us.

>>4820186
I don't really know, just my paranoia I guess. Maybe the fact that they may be tempted to serve demons should they be offered greater satiation of their desires to torture and maim humans?

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>4820135
Go into hiding, build our numbers.

Breed 2 million soldiers.

Study the craft and the telelens; why not?

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>4820135
>>4820165
+1

>>4820005
I'm thinking maybe use this system only for ties, while majority wins as usual?

>>4821823
This also seems sensible to me.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

1 - 2m soldiers
2 - 0.2m of each

Locked in: Hide underground, study TeleLens and Spacecraft

>>4821823
>>4821910
Fair enough, I'll do that for the rest of the thread

Next hive post coming in ~1 hr.

(full stat report coming again in next update)
The Underground Queen, Giant Insect Grand Matriarch
>The Insect Queendom: (population 23.5m)
/The Great Burrow/ (23.2m total: 3.7m soldiers, 14.2m drones, 2.7m elite bugs, 1.5m divers, 0.9m cloaks-deployed) (400t/320meat)

With our Brooding Cave complete, and our new fertility drug regiment, our populations blow past where they ever were before. We are beautiful. We are bountiful. We are... hungry.

We now have several incredible inventions under our abdomens.
-Our failed, yet "flyable" Chitincraft Mark I.
-Our fleet of Chitin Submarines, a true piece of Insect ingenuity and industry.
-A single Human Scum Shuttle, incredibly fast and powerful, though small when it comes to the needs of giant bugs.
-A single Technotaur Matador Mark II, a basically-magical piece of technology. Really only big enough for one Bull or one Bug.
We forge the Matador, the Scum Shuttle and our Chitin Submarine tech into what is easily our greatest development ever. The Chitin Cruiser. Through several reconfigurations, we find a delicate balance of all four technologies and fix up something that can majestically fly through the skies of Earth like our petty, un-evolved Small Insect retard-cousins, the wasps. Our Queen has dreamed of this day, and wiggles uncontrollably.
>New Race Trait! +Insect Ingenuity: Humanity will forever regret their unknowing gifting of intelligence to bugs. Well, they can only regret that if our insanely fast research teams don't find a way to completely exterminate the Exterminators.
>New Supply: One (1) Chitin Cruiser (Earthbound) (The Great Burrow only) - Big enough for one bug only

The TeleLens research goes swimmingly, and we find several interesting features we previously missed. We're still perfecting outgoing communications. It should be ready very soon. We disabled the functions that were allowing Humanity to remotely spy on our hive. All we had to do is press the red X.
>Supply Upgrade: Almost-ready TeleLens

With Earth in turmoil, and our hive mimicking its fate, we withdraw and have a summer of love underground.

We had time for one (1) building action before hunkering down in our Burrow:
>Reset our Dirt Clod Boulder Cliffs (currently inactive)
>New Structure/Supply?: Radioactive Artillery
>Improve Structure: Rad Temple (with a write-in, too, if you like)
>Increase Supplies: One (1) -> Two (2) Chitin Cruisers (Earthbound)
>Write in - ???

And time for two (2) research actions while inside the Burrow:
>Vehicle Cloaking Devices for Chitin Cruisers and Chitin Submarines
>Any previously unchosen options
>Write ins - ?????

Burrow Report
70
While cleverly maintaining our networks of Cloaks and Trap Door Zones, our Boulder Cliff bugs pre-emptively block off the largest roads to our Burrow and return home.
34
With our intel and our road blocks, the Humans are momentarily harried, but they take the surface in all directions around the Burrow, making sure to stay 5 miles away from the entrance in all directions so they don't get swallowed up.
92
Staying quiet and guarded for a week and a half seems to lull the Scum into a sense of security. Underground, they have no idea how prolific our ultimate tribe is about to become.
54
The Giant Insects emerge from The Great Burrow in greater numbers than ever, hungry for precious meat. The landscape looks mostly similar, but the world has changed. Evident by the expansive fleet of Matadors and the Technotaur flagship, the Bull Barge itself, hanging overhead. No more time to dillydally. It's time to address the robo-bull threat. Roll 1d2 and choose one (1):
>Send a messenger to the Barge.
>Start war efforts against these sweet-smelling beasts. Their meat is... Perfect...
>Cautiously await their next move. If they still want an alliance, THEY will send the envoy.
>Write in - ???

Bulls aside, our hive is exploding and we will need food to satiate our diet. Those Humans need to be digested sooner or later. We need to do one (1) thing:
>Take our giant new army and take back Oceanium
>Take our giant new army and take back Metropolis
>Why not both?
>Or we can explore and find new horizons.
>No, seriously let's just murk these Technotaurs with all we've got. ["Start war efforts" option must have been chosen in the previous question.]
>Write in - ???

Eggs spilled from the Queen already, our new breed of Giant Insect is nearly hatched. They will be [Choose one (1)]:
>Winged Rapscallions
>Levitators
>Shield-and-Cannon Tankbugs
>Schemerbugs
>Write in - ???

Enterprising Bugs, you know what to do! [Choose one (1):]
>Call out to The Epitome. Demand another counsel with the Demon King.
>Convince Our Queen to keep wiggling
>Research, build or investigate (What?)
>Write in - ???

Woops, I made everything blue again! I know why, though. This should be the last time that happens, sorry fellas.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>4822263
Send a message to the barge; we cannot tarry when it may provoke a war with such an advanced adversary.

Take back Metropolis, using Shield & Cannon Tank Bugs, AND Oceanium using our diverbuga and submarines.

Breed Shield-And-Cannin Tankbugs, so my last vote makes sense.

Enterprising bugs should start helping refine the queen's wiggling into a choreographed, hivewide victory dance for when we start victorious. Maybe this can also convince the Technotaurs that we would be good party guests and allies.

>>4822261
Also, go all-in on radioactive artillery and vehicle (and tankbug?) cloaks.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>4822261
>New Structure/Supply?: Radioactive Artillery
Fucking bombing people with radiation will be an effective tool, I would imagine.
>Vehicle Cloaking for Chitin Cruisers and Chitin Submarines
>Universal Supplies: Improved Cloaking Devices
We shall be sneaky. We shall hit hard. We shall CONSOOOOOOOOM

>>4822263
>Send a messenger to the Barge.
We can eat the humans first.
>Take our giant new army and take back both Oceanium and Metropolis
THEY WILL NEVER SEE IT COMING
>Shield-and-Cannon Tankbugs
Ey, why not?
>Convince Our Queen to keep wiggling
Hey, why not? Wiggling is good.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>4822263
>>4822423
+1

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>>4798196
I think about this post randomly throughout the day and it makes me smile. Don't know why.

Voting still open for ~12 more hours, then another month passes, bringing us closer to Year 2829 (unless there's been 12 updates already, then we're already there.) Let's breed, breed, breed and make humanity bleed, bleed, bleed! And ... COMMENCE THE JIGGLIN'

>>4823423
>I think about this post randomly throughout the day and it makes me smile. Don't know why.
You know in your heart that it's true.

>>4823427
Indeed I do.

>>4822261
Building
>New Structure/Supply?: Radioactive Artillery
Research
>Vehicle Cloaking Devices for Chitin Cruisers and Chitin Submarines
>Universal Supplies: Wingsuits
I think it wasn't chosen previously, not sure.
>>4822263
>Send a messenger to the Barge.
>Or we can explore and find new horizons.
>Shield-and-Cannon Tankbugs
>Convince Our Queen to keep wiggling
Supporting >>4822282 for wiggling choreography.

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Alright Giant Insects, "voting" (AKA the Queen's neurons arguing with each other using your mandibles and antennae) has ended, and the Grand Matriarch is in the process of telepathically enacting her will on us, this may take a few hours.
Her Scaliness has relayed to me, her faithful slave, that if we are to go to war with the humans, we need every bug in the hive to be prepared. This will define our legacy for eons to come.
Everybug, roll 2d100!
The Queen wiggles vigorously and happily in the background. Many drones and soldiers dance along in harmony!

Rolled 21, 40 = 61 (2d100)

>>4824456
COMMENCE THE WIGGLING

Rolled 94, 23 = 117 (2d100)

>>4824456

Rolled 3, 93 = 96 (2d100)

>>4824456
THE WIGGLING HATH COMMENCETH, REJOICE BUGTHREN

Rolled 81, 19 = 100 (2d100)

>>4824456
Gonna' wiggle our way to glorious victory in the dance-fight of the millennium!

Apologies for the long wait. Update coming verrry soon!

>>4827650
COMMENCE THE JIGGLING

The Underground Queen, [???]
>The Insect Queendom: population 28.75m bugs (11.45m SOL / 7m DRN / 6.7m ELT / 2m DVR / 2.6m CLK / 0 S&C)
/On Deployment/ (16m: 8.5m soldiers, 5m elites, 0.5m divers, 2m cloaks, 100 chitin submarines)
-[Dual Warpath]
/The Great Burrow/ (11.3m total: 1.5m soldiers, 7m drones, 1.3m elite bugs, 1.1m divers, 0.4m cloaks) (170t/45meat - DANGER!)
-[Queen's Nest]
-[Rad Temple of the Queenly Overlord]
-Special Supplies: Poison Collar Prototype, Grand Poison Machine, Scum Slave (obedient, ill), Human + Bull + Bug spacecrafts (stripped)
/Brooding Cave/
-[Hidden Vault: An extension of the Burrow. No population/food consumption. Hidden from all surface warring.]
/Dirt Clod Boulder Cliffs/ (0.05m soldiers)
-[No boulders ready]
-[Patrol Zone: No food consumption]
-[Choke Points: Assists in defensive efforts]
/Trap Door Zones/ (1.4m total: 0.4m soldiers, 0.4m elite bugs, 0.4m divers, 0.2m cloaks)
-[Patrol Zone: No food consumption]
Universal Supplies: Improved Cloaking Devices, Vehicle Cloaking, Cooking Equipment, Adapted Radio-blasters, Improved Bug Bombs, Ultimate Venom, Booby Traps, One Hundred (100) Chitin Submarines w/ Torpedoes, Some TeleLenses, Rad Artillery
Traits: Chemical vulnerability, radiation superpowers, poison mastery, fast breeding, absolute obeisance (non-elite bugs only), wiggling hive, interplanetary psychic link, juju (elite bugs only), independent breeding, cross-species weapons training (soldiers, non-elite only), basic understanding of human scum language and writing

Our remaining workers are cranking out technology like never before. Don't be shy, you Giant Insect, just look at that glorious report! Although we are going to war, we will still have time for a little research at the Burrow.
>Write in - One (1) Research or Building

>Lose Trait: -Too Big For Your Burrow
Our Underground Queen's wiggling has become not only a daily regiment but also a naturally, non-telepathically-enforced hive religion and pastime. From the Elites in the Rad Temple of the Queenly Overlord, to the Brooding Cave's mother Drones, to the itinerant Cloaks. Even the baby Shield&Cannon Bugs dance pre-emptively in their humongous birthing-sacs in anticipation of a life serving the Grand Matriarch. This drastically changes the hive forever.
[Choose one (1):]
>New Trait: +Crater Queen: The Queen wiggled and wiggled her way into an even more impossible-to-escape pit. On the bright side, it circulated her lymph and exposed her organs in a way that kicked her reproduction into super-overdrive!
>New Trait: +Killer Queen: The Queen wiggled and wiggled her way into her best shape ever. She is no longer immobile. She can now chew our enemies fresh from the battlefield, while unbelievable terror and inexorable fear is still fresh on their delicious, puny brains!

Diplomacy Roll: 1
Unfortunately, using our new vehicle cloaking device... (Cont'd)

...to stealthily approach the Bull Barge was seen as a threat. Before we even uncloaked a few miles away as planned, our one and only Chitin Cruiser was zapped and disintegrated entirely, its Elite pilot and one of our few TeleLenses sharing the same fate. Drats! We have to find a way to make the Technotaurs understand our intentions.
>Use Scumspeak to tell the brutes they have made a grave mistake.
>Use Scumspeak to tell the Technotaurs to slow their role, we only meant to negotiate a meeting.
>Use your native bug tongue to speak to Brimnose.
>Screw the TeleLens comms, let's just use our Shield&Cannon Bugs and Radio artillery to attack them.
>Write in - ???

Eight million mighty bugs march towards the city, and eight million brave bugs march to the seas. Some to their deaths. Some to our victory. As Metropolis is much closer to The Great Burrow than Oceanium, we reach the tattered city and enter that fray first.

Battle Report - Metropolitan Front
21
Our soldiers arrive to Giant Insect nightmare fuel. Our perfectly deconstructed metropolitan ruins have been swept up and are being rebuilt. How dare they. They also have more chemical- and heat-based weaponry sure to make our hive-life existence a living hell. All this after mere weeks underground. Damn those Scum.
94
Human Scum don't know about our Improved Cloaking tech OR our incredible new numbers, being nearly triple the size they ever were. We burrow with unbuglike speed and power, and create several ambush points and new patrol zones of the previously devastated Scum town. We are in position for a massive, crushing offensive maneuver.
3
The sun rises and Humanity unleashes never before seen super-incendiary bombs and giant-breadth laser beam cannons on our "hidden" positions, rendering millions of our soldiers into dust, goo and victuals. They must be using some sort of seismic activity monitoring device to have tracked us down with that precision. Crafty dicks...
81
However, our bugs use incredible reaction speed, and their own pincers, to escape the Scum's pincer-attack tactics. They can't out-pincer us. They're not pincerer than us. We're the pincerest! This battle ends in a deadlock. For now. It appears we have the initiative, though.

Meat is thin throughout the hive, except for the voracious meat-bloom on the Metropolitan front. The Oceanic Front's army is already hungry. Our armies must either achieve victory, die on the field as heroes or return to a starving, quartered hive. What do we do in the meanwhile in Metropolis? [Choose one (1):]
>Fucking WARRR!!!!!!! EAT THEM ALL!!!!!! THEY GIVE AN INCH, WE TAKE A MILE!!! [roll 1d4]
>Stage our boys outside of the Ruins of Metropolis, erect a small war-camp city called Insectarium.
>Skitter home with our incomplete spoils of war.
>Write in - ???

Enterprisers, you get one (1):
>Write in - ???

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Note to self: "stats" are taking up half a post on their own now, so going forward, make some nice images to put that info on for the nice people, if ya have any yarbles!

Rolled 4 (1d4)

>>4827892
>Write in - One (1) Research or Building
Asbestos research to resist human heat-weapons.

>New Trait: +Killer Queen: The Queen wiggled and wiggled her way into her best shape ever. She is no longer immobile. She can now chew our enemies fresh from the battlefield, while unbelievable terror and inexorable fear is still fresh on their delicious, puny brains!

Hot. Also, nice payoff to our jazzercise routines.

>>4827896
>Use Scumspeak to tell the Technotaurs to slow their role, we only meant to negotiate a meeting.

>>Fucking WARRR!!!!!!! EAT THEM ALL!!!!!! THEY GIVE AN INCH, WE TAKE A MILE!!! [roll 1d4]

We have to make some properly-held gains!

>Enterprisers, you get one (1):
>Write in - ???

Study chemical resistance.

Rolled 4 (1d4)

>>4827896
>Write in - One (1) Research or Building
What the other anon said. Some way to resist heat-based weaponry. Disabling them, being resistant to them, whatever.
>Use Scumspeak to tell the Technotaurs to slow their role, we only meant to negotiate a meeting.
All that progress fucking wasted. Amazing.
>Fucking WARRR!!!!!!! EAT THEM ALL!!!!!! THEY GIVE AN INCH, WE TAKE A MILE!!! [roll 1d4]
EAT EAT EAT
>Write in
I saw this one thing for >Universal Supplies: Radio Drugs
and I'm deadly curious what that would do. SO I want to do it for the sake of it.

>>4827923
[JIGGLING COMMENCED]
>All that progress fucking wasted. Amazing.
Don't worry, we still know how to create Chitin Cruisers and similar tech, we're just currently... At a deficit. Fucking bumbling Technotaurs, right? What can ya do.

>>4827923
>>4827929
I suppose so. Also,
>New Trait: +Killer Queen: The Queen wiggled and wiggled her way into her best shape ever. She is no longer immobile. She can now chew our enemies fresh from the battlefield, while unbelievable terror and inexorable fear is still fresh on their delicious, puny brains!
I'm picking this solely because imagine being some dumbfuck human and a giant fucking bug comes up to eat your entire squad. For reference, how big is the Queen?

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>>4827946
For comparison, our average Giant Insect Soldier is about the same size but noticeably slightly larger than the size of a human scum's main battle tank from 800-900 years ago.
And our queen is perhaps 100-250 times larger than that! Humans are like meaty sunflower seeds or popcorn in Our magnificent Queen's jowls.
I'm being a little vague on purpose, mostly because I don't actually know how many tons of meat it takes to feed that many Abrams/Panzer-sized bugs on a monthly basis, etc., and I don't find "correct math" to be super integral to the story-telling, as long as I can make it sound somewhat convincing. Here, have a silly MS Paint drawing, though!

Next update in 12 or 24 hours, voting still open!

>>4827978
Pft. Fair enough. I don't care about exact numbers and more about "hey am I the size of a building or a mountain". Seems like we're more "small mountain" territory.

Rolled 3 (1d4)

>>4827892
Building
>Chitin Cruiser docks and hangars for quicker warfleet construction
>New Trait: +Crater Queen
>>4827896
>Use your native bug tongue to speak to Brimnose.
If we use Scumspeak they may mistake us for humans or, worse, think we're allied to them now. Besides, we've managed without using Scumspeak so far during communications.
>Fucking WARRR!!!!!!! EAT THEM ALL!!!!!! THEY GIVE AN INCH, WE TAKE A MILE!!! [roll 1d4]
Enterprising
>Send cloakers to steal human nukes

Rolled 4 (1d4)

>>4827994
+1, supporting this

(Super sorry for 24+ hours without a post. Not what my plan was. Not going to make any excuses for it. Update coming in the next 12 hours for sure!! Already working on it! Hopefully I'll also have some time to start making visuals to go along with our hive's progress! Still no drawing tablet yet, so unless I scan actual handmade art (protip: I won't), I'll be on MS Paint skill level and won't attempt too much art, for everyone's sake. For now I'm just planning on it being our 'stats report', traits and supplies, etc. and maybe a world/galaxy map. Eventually or in later threads, also illustrated species/soldier types (of all races), fluff/action pics, war maps, and more... If you have any ideas or things you'd like to see in the image updates, let me know and I'll do my best make it happen. Once again, apologies for the lag. Voting still open if you please.)

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Rolled 2, 1, 1 = 4 (3d2)

Votes LOCKED:
>Metropolis takeover rolls: 15/16
Phenomenal, near perfect. As telepathic hiveefficiency is expected to be.
>Send Cloaks on a mission to steal Nuclear Scum-tech.
Let the infiltration...
BEGIN!

Votes that need a ROLL:
1st:
1: Heat resistance
2: Chitin Hangars

2nd:
1: Crater Queen
2: Killer Queen

3rd:
1: Scumspeak: Slow your roles, bull-boys!
2: Speak in our beautiful Bug-tongue

Standby as our gestalt nexus converges into Our Almighty Progenitor's infallible, swelling, jigglin', wigglin' brain.

The Underground Queen, Earth-Cratered Progenitrix of the unstoppable Giant Insects
>The Insect Queendom: population ??m bugs
[Stat report was taking a bit too long for my limited time frame. I think most of you understand the majority of the changes. Full population update coming later. We're somewhere between ~20-40m bugs right now. And we have beaucoup food!]

(small delay for Oceanium battle report, still incoming. Very difficult terrain to fight in, etc.)

We've had enough of Humanity's nuclear bombs devastating our ranks. The radiation tickles, smells good, and is a potent aphrodisiac, which actually makes these weapons that much more strong, since we can't seem to resist walking right into their inferno/earthquake-like blast range! In a stroke of genius, the Queen sends 1 million cloaked murderers across the globe to scour the warehouses, laboratories and nuclear mech barracks. It would be irresponsible to allow Humans to keep using nuclear bombs. All they do is pollute. Well, now, we are the pollution the Scum should've been afraid of all along.
>Let's all roll 4d10!!!
(One roll will be used for this cloak mission, the other three will be used for other things, described below.)

Those blundering bulls are all up in our china shop. We politely but firmly inform the dunderheads that they destroyed a very important craft of ours. They respond with some drivel that they detected "improper misuse" of "illegally modified and shoddy, not-up-to-spec" Technotaur technology and had to fire upon the craft. They "sincerely apologize" for their "protocol", before snorting and braying loudly. They still speak like Humanity's servant race, despite their attempts to purge that side of themselves. We receive transmission on our TeleLens they will send an envoy 100 miles from our Burrow. Excellent. We ready to send Elites, some hidden Cloaks, and our Cratered Queen's chosen representative:
[Choose one (1):]
>Lunx, A uniquely colored Shield&Cannon Bug with an impressive, daunting presence.
>Princess Putridity, a one of a kind hybrid soldier-drone queen who is growing larger and more voracious by the day.
>Scythemouth, the heroic elite bug, whom the Queen psychically witnessed destroy dozens of Humans and Demons singlehandedly.
>Beakface, one of our eldest non elites. Remembers when we were barely gaining sentience. Knows the ins and outs of hive life.
(One of your rolls determine which of Brimnose's Council of Ten was sent to visit us! 1 and 2 being the lowliest of the council, 9 and 0 being the most high, next to Brimnose.)

>15/16 Metro reclaim
Our newly-fully-moulted Shield&Cannon Bugs foray into Metropolis and make a mockery of the Scum forces. Meatbag and metal mechsuits alike are melted alive, Ultimate Venom Cannonballs blasting through everything, dripping their lethal, radioactive payload onto the soil. Now our soil. The Scum were nearly entirely wiped out. There number on this side of the planet are dwindling. They couldn't fathom leaving this area behind, it seems. Perhaps there is something important in Subterranean Metropolis that needs a probe by our inspection teams. Then we see it. Miles away from Metropolis, in a secret bunker, dozens of spacefaring crafts launch into the sky. With our limited weaponry and the overwatch of the Bull Barge, only one medium-sized space ship is allowed to enter warp speed and escape.
>Metropolis reclaimed!!

Research two (2) more breeds of bug:
>Winged Rapscallions
>Levitators
>Drillbugs
>Schemerbugs
>Crater Priests
>Write in - ???
(One roll used for this.)

It is our hive's golden moment. Going forward into the future, we will have many species who will need to be taught every intricacy of hive life. For now, we have two (2) slots for research this month: (One of your rolls goes toward this)
>Temperature Control
>TeleLens + Telepathic Link symbiosis
>Radio Drugs
>Carefully explore Subterranean Metropolis
>Other previous entry
>Write in - ???

Enterprising bugs: You're always so busy! Take the month off. Live a little. We'll get back in full swing next month.
>You may choose one (1) downtime/vacation/relaxation activity. Don't pick standard wiggling/jiggling, because the whole hive already does that non-stop!

>>4833487
>Research two (2) more breeds of bug:
Crater Priests
Human-bug hybrids. We'll need ambassadors.

>research this month
Temperature Control
An understanding of radioactivity and how it is produced.

Rolled 3 (1d4)

>>4833569
Apologies. I was confused and didn't realize I had to roll for what I vote for. This will be my roll for the Crater Priests and Human-Bug hybrids.

Rolled 1 (1d4)

>>4833569
>>4833590
This roll is for Temperature Control and Radioactive Theory.

Rolled 2, 1, 9, 1 = 13 (4d10)

>>4833481
>Lunx
Don't lose someone too important just yet.

>>4833487
>Drillbugs
>Carter Priests
>Temperature Control
>Radio Drugs

>Mock the scum by singing corrupted and insulting versions of their anthems and battlecries.

Rolled 1, 7, 1, 6 = 15 (4d10)

>>4833481
>Lunx, A uniquely colored Shield&Cannon Bug with an impressive, daunting presence.

Seems like he'd have the stature and presence to discuss matters with a Taur diplomat. Can we still offer psychic oversight and guidance if the poor lad gets confused?

>Crater Priests
>Human-bug hybrids
I support that other anon's write-in.

>TeleLens + Telepathic Link symbiosis
>Carefully explore Subterranean Metropolis

Enterprising bugs on vacation:
>Add song to our dances, and improve the quality. Let's become a veritable flea circus!

>>4834057
>Can we still offer psychic oversight and guidance if the poor lad gets confused?
Of course! Lunx is but an extension of Our Queenliness. His speech impediment stays, however. Lulz.

>>4833596
>>4833590
>>4833569
Sorry, I was probably a little sloppy in my explanation. All I need is a 4d10 roll along with your choices! Its alright, though. I can do a roll for you before the update or you can roll beforehand!

Rolled 9, 9, 10, 5 = 33 (4d10)

>>4834057
Supporting this, +1

>>4833481
>Lunx, A uniquely colored Shield&Cannon Bug with an impressive, daunting presence.
>>4833487
Breeds
>Winged Rapscallions
>Mimic Bugs
This is mostly an expansion of the human-bug hybrid idea. Bugs that can mimic other species and infiltrate their ranks.
Research
>TeleLens + Telepathic Link symbiosis
>Carefully explore Subterranean Metropolis
Entertainment
>Songs
inb4 our constant screeching demoralises the humans and drives them mad

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Rolled 10, 6, 6, 3, 6, 4, 7, 6 = 48 (8d10)

1st set of 4d10 for you >>4833590
2nd set of 4d10 for you >>4835235

Nuclear Raid Rolls:
>?,2,1,9,?
Representative and Bull Rolls:
>Lunx - ?,1,7,9,?
New Breeds:
>Crater Bugs
>Scumbugs (Human Hybrids)
Brooding Cave Rolls:
>?,9,1,10,?
New Research:
>TeleLens-Telepathy Symbiosis
>Sub-Metro Exploration/Excavation
Research Rolls:
>?,1,6,5,?
Time off
>Croon

Quite a few critical failures here, Maggots. Meet me in my burrow after conquest.

Also in the coming update (shorthand reminder for me) - Stat pic (updated), Metro reclamation option, Oceanium battle report, troop movement option, 2 enterprising actions. /no research next month!/. I will begin writing this update now. Something tells me I won't have time to finish it before I head to work, maybe not by tonight either, so please hang in tight. I'm going to a cheap asian massage spa (not the sucky sucky kind) to unwind a little bit. Bless that little Chinese woman's underpaid, slaving hands. If you haven't had a massage in a while, treat yaself. You deserve it. Really.

Feel free to use this time to discuss battle plans and pal around with the other Giant Insects.
>That's an order from your Queen, Maggot!

I for one ENJOY our new singing-and-dancing insect torturecult overlords.

Update: Massage was mediocre. This anger fuels me to WRITE!

>>4836656
>an angry QM writing
FEAR and slight arousal

>>4836656
>Angry, unsatisfied QM
>Multiple crit fails
Well, it was nice wriggling with y'all

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(Very simple stat pic to start with, it'll get better, I pwomise. Font will be changed, pics added, other fun stuff)
>>>>>I need everyone in the hive to Roll 4d100!!!!!!! (more choices/prompts below)

+Too Big For Your Burrow starting trait REGAINED and IMPROVED
Like some oblivious Human Scum-mother trapped inside of a washing machine or under an end table or kitchen sink cabinet, ass wiggling and jiggling provocatively, Our Queen is exposing her genitalia in a way that not only encourages more breeding with her amongst the males of the hive, but also allows for greater capacity in her egg sac. Our numbers will swell and burst over the continent, and swell again. ...And burst over the continent again. (And swell again! ...And burst over the continent aga-...)

Battle Report: Oceanic Front
40
After a long trek to Oceanium, some of the soldiers starving on the long march, our forces reach Oceanium. And panic. There are mecha-subs and salvage gearships in the water, and miles of battlements equiped with Humanity's deadly Temp weapons: their classic, terrorizing heat beams, and their new cryo-rays, which pester and pilfer our numbers. Swatting us like... *Shudder* it's best not to think of our lesser cousins. Bottom line: we arrive and start getting smashed on before we can even dig in.
23
Divers and soldier-stocked Chitin Submarines scatter in the water and begin taking on the new, formidable mecha-subs. Cloaks scutter away from the Scum-dominated skies, anywhere they can, to get intel and ambush spots. Elites and soldiers alike put up a series of valiant-yet-futile fights. Deadlocked for months, the Scum give no purchase to our forces. It's looking grim. We need a hero...
93
Months into a stalemate, a stormy, gray-sky morning stirs the lymph and bug juice in our men. Even in the cool shade, the cloaks were giddily flickering in and out of phase. The Divers were swimming in figure-8's, loop-de-loos, barrel rolls and other strange patterns. The soldiers and Elites looked to the sky as it stopped raining and cracked into scrumptious looking light, blades of luminescence stabbing into the watery coastline. An auspicious day. It would leave the Scum to wonder if it were Lady Serendipity or incredible efficiency who betrayed them and won the day for the Giant Insects. Victory, thy name is Crater Queen. A hero and his reinforcements stand on a conveniently-placed hill. It's a green-purple-orange, tiger-striped armored Goliath with incredibly long feelers, gold-tinged mandible, and a long, wide-bore barrel extending over his head from his back. His name is Lunx. Brood Captain of the 1st Shield&Cannon regiment. (how's that for a ret-con?)

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Our bolstered forces slimly make a window for our Divers to enter Oceanium. The Queen's telepathy tells hers the story. Our forces are tattered, the warzone is buzzing. The breaking skies means the enemy aircraft will come back any time now. Oceanium has been scuttled by Humanity. Every underwater building looks like it's been stripped of any significant resources and purposefully sabotaged so our Bugs can't enter it. The salvage gearships are nowhere to be found, except for one, in a sunken corner of Oceanium. The Scum saw that we are unyielding and inexorable. They stripped one of their greatest accomplishments to scrap and it looks like they're ready to turn tail after they win or lose on this battlefield.

It's gonna be a tough challenge to leave the Oceanic Front with what could be called a victory. But Giant Insects do not quit. Unless commanded to by their hivemind.
Choose one (1) plan:
>Leave the area posthaste
>Cloak-time! Accelerate the downfall of Oceanium, stage a mock defeat/retreat and secretly trail Humanity back home.
>Loot! Loot it while we still can! It's still a warzone
>Try to save and subsequently rebuild Oceanium
>Attempt diver adaptation to the new deadly conditions
>Write in - ???
(One roll will be used for this.)

Gracious for the Queen's love and nigh-infinite wisdom, our wiggling enterprisers craft songs of all different type to accompany their gesticulations. We have a variety of tunes, but the ones of hive enjoys most are [Choose one (1)]:
>Heroic, heartfelt anthems that honor our Queen and Burrow
>Aggressive hymns of glory and tales of our domination
>Fast-chirping mandible-twisters that disparage our enemies and brag about our grand wealth, frequently mentioning the size of our male bugs' massive aedeagi. Excessive use of the word "bugga".
>Ambient creaks and croaks illustrating our desire to explore the stars once we have conquered Earth
>Write in - ???

Metropolis Reclaimed! If we had print-bulletins like the Scum do, that would be the all-caps front-Lens headline. Ever since we started studying Scum read-and-write tactics, we've been constantly bemused by their instincts and their habits. What a fun race to conquer, jelly-bodied and knuckle-headed as they are. They actually made it a bit cozier with these ruins. Feels more like home! Now, let's... hmmm... [Choose one (1):]
>... Yes. Let's do it. Let's create a written Bug language so we can create a periodical news bulletin. It's office can be here in Metropolis.
>Set up a zoo for our Hybrid Bugs.
>Optimize Metropolis for war. Humanity or who knows what could be eyeing us now.
>Erect The Second Rad Temple of the Cratered Queen
>A Body Processing Plant will ease our needs for food.
>Write in - ???

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Our nuclear raid was somewhat of a disaster. It started off great, we find out that there are two nuclear factory/labs, one abandonded for the other. The new one is in an unknown section of Earth where no bug has gone before, the old one at a nearly-deserted building not too far from Metropolis. We get chased off from old factory pretty badly, as the Scum military seemed to have been there to assist in the moving of all their technology. We skirmish, but neither side is prepared for a fight. We lose most of the fights, but we win enough that we end up with several pieces of tech, enough to research!! The victorious cloaks return, nuke knowledge in tow. Researchers slave on this and do nothing else this month.
+Nuclear Stockpile (Unusable)

Our meeting with the Technotaurs is amiable. Any tensions seem to have simmered down to allow for this meeting. Brimnose sends Lieutenant Colonel Hogwash. Not too lowly a rank, not too high, either. A show of respect and caution. They seem intimidated and in awe of our hero Lunx. After pleasantries are exchanged, we move to begin deliberations, when a bright red beam sings past Lunx and Hogwash, both narrowly avoiding being sliced in half by humanity's precision laser strike. Some Bulls, many elites and a now-visible cloak bug gets chopped in miserable lunch-meat-like slices. Alarms raise, Robo-Bulls scatter one way and Big Bugs the other, Lunx and Hogwash running in their own direction. The two lock oculars. A bullish nightmare voice, in Scumspeak: "You. You've betrayed us!" Lunx: "Whath are you thalking abouthhh?!?! Ith muthth've been you who bethrayed the Bugth!" Hogwash: "Wa-wait, what? What did you even say?!?! Well, if this wasn't you, explain your cloaked soldier! Now, before I pierce your thorax with my Technosledge!!" Lunx: "Waith, I can exthplain!"
Choose one (1):
>Team up "We're here for peathe, I thwear!! Leth'th unithe, then we can thmath the Human Thcum!"
>Have Lunx 1v1 Hogwash
>Lure Hogwash towards your soldiers and ambush him, killing him.
>Tell Hogwash to sprint back to his ship with his men. Lunx will cover him with his cannon. This will scare Hogwash back to his men. Let them be demoralized when they see him run with his technotail between his technolegs! It also earns Brimnose's dubious favor.
>(Poison Collar Prototype) Enslave Hogwash while he thinks we're pretending to team up with him. Cage the bull. How ironic he should travel time to lift the yokes of his peoples' masters, only for the reigns to be settled squarely in our slimy mitts.
>Write in - ???

Breeding goes completely phenomenal, it's a huge first brood of both of our new species, and breeding in the Cave goes well, too. Only one "little" hiccup. You can't quite put your finger on it, but something seems... off... Something different when communicating with the new species when using our Telepathic Link.

>Crater Priests
Some of our Elite eggs get a special spin on them. A purple-gold swirl envelopes every unit of the batch. Even in their egg sacs they don crowns and flowing furry coats that jut from their shells. Their mandibles work to produce... Something... Something that fills our Queen with a radiant glow. She is truly happy. Having given the Elites free will, they still chose to follow their Queen indelibly and infallibly. Some secret power has been instilled in this brood... It should reveal itself when they hatch. The whole hive can't wait to see what these miracle children will do after they claw and chew their way out into a bug's life.
>Scumbugs (Human Hybrids)
Yes, we created a slave class by mixing our DNA with humans. Yes, we think they're ugly. Yes, we know they're next to useless, since they can't even lift a 5-ton boulder by themselves like even the sick, near-death mother drones and their first-moult soldiers do. They are adorably pathetic, though, and that's why we love them. They will be our poodles, our chihuahuas, our pugs. We will laugh at their stupidity, and remark while scritching on their disgusting skin-chitin, and tell them to shut up whenever they yip too much. And they will be fed our scraps, ironically enough; being forced to beg to eat Human Scum remains to survive. Scum buttholes, teste-sacs and lungs make up the most of their pre-digested, regurgitated gruel-mixture.

New Research:
>TeleLens-Telepathy Symbiosis
In her chamber, The Crater Queen takes some time off from breeding to study. Before she gives up in frustration, The Queen manages to fuse her powers into the TeleLinks. We now have a private TeleLens network with all Bugs' eyesight, status, and global position displayed. The deft Cloaks, the wretched but soon-to-be-useful baby Scumbugs, and our new golden-gilded Crater Priests all seem to be immune to this new benefit. Shucks. Gonna have to monitor and control them the old fashioned way. Otherwise, even with our limited supply of TeleLenses, giving them out to field generals and spies helps keep our field bugs in the know when our Queen is busy micro-managing millions upon millions of other bugs.
>Sub-Metro Exploration/Excavation
Our booby traps, Scum booby traps, natural or man-made cave-ins... Is their anything even in this Sub-Metro area? We consider giving up until we find a small cache labelled "3 of 100". It's empty. Is this what frustration feels like? A scum would undeniably cry or scream or shout after this level of work falling flat on its face. But we're not scum. We sally forth. And it's damned good we do. We find several more caches.
(Two of your rolls go to this, each roll is another cache!)

Oh yes, the remaining human slave has unwarrantedly petitioned our Queen. Choose one (1):
>Perform a live dissection and inspection of the insolent scum's body.
>Send the scum to live amongst the Hybrid Scumbugs. Maybe it'll comfort her. Or not. Haha.
>Teach the scum Bugtalk. She will be our harbinger for enslaving and propagandizing other scum.
>Converse with the scum in her own language. See what's on her mind.
>Write in - ???

Enterprising bugs aren't allowed in the research laboratory, but they can still do two (2) of the following this month:
>Building write-in
>World/Travel write-in
>Social write-in
>Other non-research write-in
(One of your rolls go to this!)

Something unbelievably dark looms under Earth...

Refer to >>4837593 for our numbers and current positions.
>Would you like to move any troops?

"dice+4d100" in the options field without the quotes, and 4-7 other answers, please (the 2 enterprising moves and troop movement are optional).
This update was a doozy. I will spruce up the infopic later, to which degree, I do not know. I know that the image sucks right now, sorry. Let me know if I made any mistakes in the update or it's too much to deal with or if you like it or what. Thanks everyone for joining!

Rolled 74, 94, 74, 62 = 304 (4d100)

>>4837614
>Attempt diver adaptation to the new deadly conditions
>Fast-chirping mandible-twisters that disparage our enemies and brag about our grand wealth, frequently mentioning the size of our male bugs' massive aedeagi. Excessive use of the word "bugga".
>A Body Processing Plant will ease our needs for food.
>Tell Hogwash to sprint back to his ship with his men. Lunx will cover him with his cannon. This will scare Hogwash back to his men. Let them be demoralized when they see him run with his technotail between his technolegs! It also earns Brimnose's dubious favor.
>Converse with the scum in her own language. See what's on her mind.
Decide what we do with her based on what she asks for or offers
>Building write-in
Start some hobby farms. Maybe we can use them to help with food production that relies elss on constant raids? I see a warning on our meat stockpiles...
>Social write-in
Develop some more musical genres to amuse the queen

Rolled 17, 2, 35, 35 = 89 (4d100)

>>4837842
Can't find any issues with this aside from probably wanting to make my vote for music be "Ambient creaks and croaks illustrating our desire to explore the stars once we have conquered Earth" or something avant-garde. So I'm voting for this.

Rolled 75, 53, 62, 26 = 216 (4d100)

>>4837842
Mostly agree except maybe we should secretly trail Humanity back home instead. Don't see a point in losing more bugs fighting over Oceanum. Perhaps the scum will lead us right to their floating city

Rolled 5, 74, 11, 25 = 115 (4d100)

>>4837590
>Try to save and subsequently rebuild Oceanium
>Ambient creaks and croaks illustrating our desire to explore the stars once we have conquered Earth
>Optimize Metropolis for war. Humanity or who knows what could be eyeing us now.
I think we need to establish more frontier outposts (Oceanium, Metropolis) to both make invading the Great Burrow directly harder and set up a foundation for future invasions.
>>4837593
>Tell Hogwash to sprint back to his ship with his men. Lunx will cover him with his cannon. This will scare Hogwash back to his men. Let them be demoralized when they see him run with his technotail between his technolegs! It also earns Brimnose's dubious favor.
>>4837598
>Perform a live dissection and inspection of the insolent scum's body.
World/Travel write-in
>Send cloakers to destroy human cultural marvels and demoralise the scum
Building write-in
>Rebuild Dirt Clod Boulder Cliffs
Transfer
>3m Drones Great Burrow -> Metropolis
>0.5 Drones Great Burrow -> Dirt Clod Boulder Cliffs
to aid construction efforts
>0.5m Soldiers Great Burrow -> Dirt Clod Boulder Cliffs
>1.5m Elites & 1m soldiers Great Burrow -> Metropolis
to protect outer territories

Writing for the things that are solidly voted for now (rolls, Hogwash option, write ins...), may not get to finish for half a day or so, so consider this a "last reply bump" for all those who may have missed the last update.

There is still time to join the march with the Giant Insect horde!

Rolled 2, 75, 53, 38 = 168 (4d100)

>>4838439
Supporting this set of choices.

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>Everyone, keep your bug-muscles pumping! Roll the Queen 2d100!

"GO!!! THCATTER!!! Uth Inthecth will hold thith batthlefield! Let'th rendevous later, okay, Hogwathh?!" On the frontier, Lunx pulls an alpha move and commands Lieutenant Colonel Hogwash to retreat to his Ambassador-Level Boomerang Launch Pod with his surviving men. Brimnothe will have no choithe but to rethpect uth! Perhaps we may find an ally in this war after all.
>+Cautious Respect of the Technotaurs

Adaptation Report
74
If there are hostile waters, we will just overwhelm them with our own hostility. Giant Insects adapt. It's what. we. do. We feint as if we are retreating, then post up and unleash hell on the pursuing Scum, visions of grandeur leading them to muddy graves. Our 20 remaining submarines find themselves in a perfect position to conduct a flank on the distracted Scum water-machines, their war-commander focusing on our ground troops at the moment.
75
Our feint works wonders, and after tallying their undersea losses, the dug-in Humans actually begin retreating! Huzzah! With their ever-developing, keen sense of hearing, our Diver/Scubabugs can hear the pathetic screams underwater through the thick metal walls of the Scummy aquamechs. We begin claiming all key positions as they flee and die. We shall reclaim Oceanium and do away with it's disgusting Scum-name. We shall name our new permanent home: Waterloo.
5/2
Just as we are sure victory is ours, the lights go out over Waterloo. For everyone. Black blankness. A surge in the sunlight and psyche all around Earth 2829's atmosphere. A surge in every sentient being's mind. A demonic transmission. A scratching, screeching, multitude of hellish choirs. Beckoning us to succumb. To believe. To stand witness.

"W̸̛̛̻̪̬̩̽̆́̒̆̈́̔͂͑͘Ą̶̨̘̘͙̱̼̖͕́͛̑͆̎̕T̴̡͓̝̯̝̞̤͔̞̾̃̈́̃̋͐̕Ç̷̢̰̝̞̠̰͔̘͎͙͜͠H̷͍͇͔̥͍̄̌͂̊̓̊͊̀͜ͅ.̵̢͙͇̟̞͈̥̣̬̹͇̐͂.̶̡̞̟̙̂̎̉̏̃̀̏̐̆͋͑̑͛͘͝ ̵̟͛̂͗T̵̢̩̘̜̯̥͕̬̉̄́H̶̛̱̺̩͎̽͊̈́̋̆͗͊̂̽̏̕I̷͇͗͝S̶̭̖̊̇̎̄̒̚"

Everyone's sight returns and they are suddenly physically oriented towards Oceanium/Waterloo. Thousands of dark lances, like straight lightning bolts, fall heavily but easily from above into the Scum positions without resistance. Some evil kind of Demon magic. Our soldiers report to our Queen telepathically. She sees visions of mechs and Human Scum. Shredded into chunks. Sliced into ribbons. Bursting everywhere like confetti.

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We had this handled ourselves. Why did they have to involve themselves. Why. Why, dammit? Just why. Why? I'll tell you why. They did this solely to extort us into a bad deal in our alliance, in bad faith that we aren't a compatible match to rule the Milky Way Galaxy together. What did we expect from demons? Good faith? We looked weak back there. Like we got lucky and needed the last minute help of the Demons. The looming but silent-cannoned Bull Barge saw it all. The Humans no doubt reported it their base and their entire population. Perhaps every Demon in Hell and The Pits of Earth saw it as well. Many of our own Elites witnessed it first-hand. For a second, the Queen senses them faltering in their pledge of allegiance to Her. This is before our Queen assures them in hive-knowledge of the real truth: it was our mighty, rolling offense that truly squashed the Scum, not any force of darkness. Begrudgingly, we settle into Waterloo.
>Waterloo (previously Oceanium) claimed once again in the name of the Earth-Cratered Progenitrix!
>All current and future Diverbugs upgraded to Scubabugs! More info soon!

As the Humans pull out, our Improved Cloaking device-bearing Elites and naturally phase-shimmering Cloakbugs keep a healthy distance on their heels. They'll leave a sloppy bread crumb trail straight to their currently bug-free sanctuaries.

Meanwhile, under Metropolis Ruined, our bugs excavate their way as close as they can to the Subterranean Metropolis. There are strange noises coming from the scum tunnels below. It'll take extra time to drill though since we don't have specialized bugs or tools. It seems like it won't matter, though. We'll get there soon enough.

We do manage to find an amazing seven more caches along the way.
>Cache 2/100 - A trap, delaying our progress into the Subterranean Metropolis even further, and killing a negligible amount of troops.
>Cache 11/100 - empty
>Cache 35/100 - 35 tons of meat
>Cache 53/100 - 53 tons of meat
>Cache 53/100 -You can keep looking, Maggot, but meat won't just spawn in it! It's empty.
>Cache 62/100 - 62 tons of meat (150 tons total!)
>Cache 74/100 - A massive cache. Enough weapons materials to maintain our current myriad fleet stockpiles of submarines, rad artillery and radio-blasters, and even some stuff to slightly expand our fleet of spacefaring craft! Glory be the Queen!
>Cache 74/100 is empty, Maggot, you already discovered this cache! What are the chances! You just find some useless, familiar droppings and slime trails.
>Cache 75/100 - Many, many strangely glowing pieces of metal. Probably more near-irreplaceable spacecraft parts.
>Cache 94/100 - A Captain's TeleLens with truly invaluable information. It tells of the previously-inevitable and now-current fates of Oceanium and Metropolis, and details orders for The Floating City as well as a new Human stronghold... It is called New Humania. The coordinates are in a jumbled code that apparently only key figures would understand.

Too bad our captives were already lowly slaves who couldn't afford enough Scum currency to abandon their homes, and had no connections to military royalty.
Our soldiers will get to work on the meat, and our researchers will get to work on the materials and Captain's TeleLens.

Amidst the turmoil above the surface, the Queen lowers herself and deigns to listen to the begging, enslaved Human. The slave is a little dusty on her Scumspeak since we've been lashing her for days every time she babbles, but today we're feeling gracious. The Human Scum says she can lead us to her original homeland, The Floating City. She says she feels bitter towards them for not being rescued by now. For having to endure this. Says she wishes for death, but first; retribution. Do we believe her?
>Yes. Let's use this double agent to her full extent. Question her on everything she knows. Even if her information is outdated, if she can take us there, we may have a chance at reaching our goal of crushing humanity once and for all.
>No, this scum is trying to fool us. Send her back to her hive-post as a dung scraper, and no Human meat rations for two days. Soon she'll beg to eat her kin. Muahahaha, marvelous.
>Write in - ???

Other Metropolitan Bugs begin construction on a Body Processing Plant. Once open, they will produce a main supply food and a backup supply food to assist in supplementing, storing and stretching out our war-meat gains.
[Choose two (2):]
>Bull burgers
>Demonic soup
>Scumpaste
>Hybrid hash (yes, using our own Scumbugs as a food supply, and transitioning from opportunistic cannibals to outright, obligate cannibals)
>Attempt to farm a local, abundant prey animal such as a Sphinxcat, Exodog or Megavermin.
>Write in - ???

Our enterprising bugs in our reclaimed diaspora start their own hobby farms in their non-wartime, and contribute to the half-built Body Processing Plant with one (1) of the following crops:
>Topatoes
>Hollowpenos
>Buggajuana
>Screaming Turnips
>Write in - ???

Choose wisely, because as it turns out, our diet greatly affects our Crater Priests' precious new hive resource: Juju Radio Juice. We happen to have collected 50 gallons of it already, after figuring out it has insanely unique properties. It's incredibly potent in many areas, some sort of wonder-drug secretion. Can it be used for Weapons? Vehicle fuel? Manufacturing? Pleasure? Currency within the hive or with other races? Our scientists will fully understand it soon.
OPTIONAL:
>Dangerous write in - Experiment/enterprise with the Juice (how?)
>Leave the Juice work to the scientist, Mr. Enterpriser. They've got it covered.

Our Queen decides it's time to re-stack the boulders on the mesas. And a brilliant idea crosses her cephalo-organ: let's keep some drones on the cliffs to keep watch and breed more Soldiers there so we won't have to indefinitely shuffle more over. (infopic coming in next update. boy, these are getting long.)

The ever-useful cloaks get sent on their next mission: continue our demoralization of the Human Scum wherever we can find them. Tip their towers. Deface their monuments. Erect effigies. Commandeer/burn crops. Over a millennium of sprays, cages, and other traps has led to this retaliation. They can't say they didn't see it coming, unless they're stupid.
(One of your rolls go to this!)

Our sing-song, diverse as it is, finds two main genres: a braggadocious, aggressive, hyper-lyrical form, and an ambient, spacious, thought-provoking form. For the most part, the hive enjoys both. As they are instructed to. Bugs begin wiggling and dancing in different ways to different music, in addition to wiggling when the world is silent. There are minor disagreements and crossovers, but the budding genres both seem to be causing much more cohesion than disunity.

Out of the blue, in Bugspeak, Our Queen hears:


Ị̸͔͓̣͔͌ͅṬ̵̂̎͆̍̐͒̔̊̈́̆͘͝ ̸̧̛͕̤̝̦͕̓̋̊̊͌̀͊̔̀͋̓̕̚͝ͅI̶̠̯̘̱͒̍̿̂͋̏̇̀͛̕͘̕͜Ş̵̬͈͈̤̖̭̔̀͒̂͛̈́̕ͅ ̴̗̮̞̺͉̐̏̉͑̉̽͌͗͊̈͊͠T̶̢͎̜̰̱̖̃̉̃͜Ȉ̵̞̈́̄́͜M̵̰͍͠E̴̡̗̜̖̪͕̥̺̯̼̐ ̶̠͔͙̓̊͆͛̈́̑̒̔̕F̶̼͉̻͚͈̝̓͠O̴͇̼̰̎̀̐͋͌͊̎͒͠͝R̵̢̟̪̘̦̯͔̹̞͓̳̖̤͉̂͋̿͛͗͑̄͗͋͑ ̵̭͈͕̆Ư̶̡̱͇͕͕͚̼̼̯̝̻̾͒͐͊͂͋͌͛͋͊́̍͘S̴̠͕̱̯̫͓̖͓̫̹͕͕̼̱͊ ̵̛̛̣̜͉͒͊̈́̂̊͗̊̋̒̇̈̇̄Ţ̵̛̯̯̤͚̼͉̟̗̖̝̖͗̽̋̓͋̋̓̒̋̈́ͅͅO̶̗͕̞͛͗͆̍̎ ̷̧̧̛̖͙̺̱̦̹̣̦̄M̶̧̧̧̼̪͍̖̖̳̘͈̖̼̤̓̕͠E̵̢̧̢̛̳̩̫̹͔̘̻̱̟̬͑̄̀̋̓́̊͠Ẽ̷̡̦̗̬͉̤̣͈͓̜̰̀͐̽̍̋̔̉̕ͅT̵̡͎̣͕̘̣̳̼͈̱̹̗̻͋̓̄̓̉́̎̋̈́͊̈͒̑͜͜͝ ̶̛̼̪̪̆̿̾͐́͋̓́̄͘͝Ą̷̢̨̧̧̯͚͉̪̞̪̞̻͈͆̌̓̐̇͆̏̉̇̔̍͜G̵͈̼̻̩̟̫̫͇͆͛͆̓̂͐͋̉̈́́͝͝À̷̡̡̢͎̘͙̼͘I̷̡̨̦̞̞̬͔̥̳̰̜̻̬̥̒̋̈̎͂̓́͜Ņ̵̳̽͑̈́̉̎͒̑̿́̀̂̕̕͝͝ ̷̨̧͉̣͙͕̳̫̯͈͈̄͗̑͜͝


The Demons wish for a meeting. How shall we approach?
>Allow a single Demon messenger into our Burrow to convene with the Queen, fully stocked with and protected by all species of Giant Insect.
>Lunx will take a small troupe and meet with a small troupe of demon bugs a distance away, similar to how he met with the Technotaurs.
>We will grant no meeting to the foul Demons. Alert The Epitome that he has made a social/combat faux-pas and will need to make proper apologies before we move forward together. Perhaps a promise, a gift, or intel.
>Declare war now. (Back) To Hell with them.
>Write in - ???
(One of your rolls goes to this!)