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Location: The Outskirts of Dogfall Interaction: Dropping the Act [@Amatiramisu][/center]

[i]Oh well that just tears it. By all that is holy, what a pain.[/i] This game had gone on long enough but the notion of being [i]detained[/i] was positively rotten. Enough to make this little man fit for the graves. Gather and skitter, hither critter, spawn and spawn into each other once more. Gather and grow, link and mend and rend into one another to join anew in forms larger. Chitinous, shelled, writhing, pustule, haired, horned and unholy. Creatures massing into The Swarm, the endless gluttony and greed. The desire for naught but More, More Gain, More Pain, More. More suffering to cause, more to take from any who had what She did not. A great Throne of Want that formed out of the bones and carapace of Her children, the Swarm Queen ascendent.

"Oh, well they were a fun little bit of nutrients, I'm nothing if not a caring mother, darling. Kiddo, I think I pull off my mantle of matriarchy well, don't you think, boy?" Kicking a leg up and letting it sit bared and triumphant, gazing down with mirth. "Now, I would suggest weighing your odds. I'm in a good mood and feeling merciful if it means you annoy His Big Loud and Red." The swarm gathers, the swarm readies, the swarm surrounds and grows and forms a dome atop the bearer of light, bearer of curse, bearer of lightning.