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OOC: Her official title is "Sea Witch". Take a look at the toy for her here: http://yeoldegifts.com/library/2PC-1997Sea...75_edited-1.jpg IC: Interesting read, Schatt.

My secret vox spy on the list of wars across the globe. I figured you had just misjudged the length of time since Lostindenver's declaration. To be fair, it was close to 7 days ago.

Slayer was attacked by a former fark member (and current rogue) 6 days ago. 3/11/2009 12:09:19 AM "going out... old times" [Team: Aqua] lostindenver Ruler: lostindenver pretty pink unicorns [Team: White] Slaytanic Wehrmacht Ruler: slayer99 The Phoenix Federation Currently Fighting I believe that is what he is referring to.

I predict a flurry of activity on the Oceanic Kingdom information resource. Specifically the treaties section.

Ladies, don't forget about the new features of the iFok Touch.

We've been in a vaguely familiar shape for several months now. It sort of fell apart when some of us moved to Madagascar when Pandemic 2 came out, but we've been trying to shape it back up recently.

I had to move out of Madagascar because they shut down the ports.

I keep hearing screaming coming from above! What in the hell is going on up there? Oh well, #1085 should be coming down to see me in a little bit. I'll ask him then. For now, I'll just keep digging this tunnel. Wait...did you hear that? It sounds like a rumbling sound, like dirt falling on d-

The delicious oatmeal cream pie has given me a great idea... a brand new concept in art! I'm going to construct a new tunnel without the usual supports to demonstrate how fragile our little world is. My fellow ants will surely marvel at my bold statement and artistic expression. Once they see my tunnel they will realize the follies of our constant expansion without regard to the health of our topsoil. Fame and renown, here I come!

Someone bring me a morsel from the newest oatmeal cream pie haul. Sugar will surely bring new inspiration to my weary soul.

OMQ!

I watch my fellow ants go off to fight and wonder what it would be like to fight for the colony. Think of the adventures I could have! I imagine some band of misfits could use a strapping young ant like myself to march along and inspire the troops with my poetry, songs, and essays. Maybe we could even sneak inside a home and make off with some sheets of paper and a bottle of rum so I could get the full "author" experience. It would be interesting to witness these bizarre acts I hear about above ground, like cherry bombs exploding and anteaters and spiders. I have to rely on #1102 to share the news of the day with me, since I find most of the other ants to be intolerable bores. It can be difficult to get inspired here in tunnel 49A, Subsection 12, Subsubsection 1F. I attempted to pick up sculpting with a wad of chewing gum I found crammed in the corner of tunnel 22A, Subsection 2, Subsubsection 59L, however I find the material to be minty but uninspiring. I leave you with a haiku. March March March March March Forage Forage Forage Eat March March March March March

You're still too young. You can hang out with us old timers after you hit 72 hours.

Half a foot, half a foot, Half a foot onward, All in the yard of green Rode the six thousand. "Forward, the Ant Brigade! "Charge for the mound!" he said: Into the yard of green Rode the six thousand. "Forward, the Ant Brigade!" Was there an ant dismay'd? Not tho' the soldier ants knew The Queen had blunder'd: Their's not to flee the fly, Their's not to bite and ply, Their's but to do and die: Into the yard of green Rode the six thousand. Mandible to right of them, Mandible to left of them, Mandible in front of them Pierce'd and torn asunder; Storm'd at with feeler and exoskeleton, Boldly they rode and well, Into the mound of Death, Into the mouth of Fire Rode the six thousand. Flash'd all their stingers bare, Flash'd as they sprayed formic acid in air, Tearing at the insects there, Charging an army, while All the yard wonder'd: Plunged in the entry-hole Right thro' the mound they dove; Soldier and Worker Reel'd from the stinger stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd. Then they rode back, but not Not the six thousand. Mandible to right of them, Mandible to left of them, Mandible behind them Pierce'd and torn asunder; Storm'd at with feeler and exoskeleton, While abdomen and thorax fell, They that had stung so well Came thro' the mound of Death Back from the mouth of Fire, All that was left of them, Left of six thousand. When can their scent trail fade? O the wild charge they made! All the yard wondered. Honor the charge they made, Honor the Ant Brigade, Noble six thousand. Alfred Antennyson #1823

Your self image is more important than the opinions of your fellow ant. Spread your wings and fly, my friend.

Without warning as a whirlwind swoops on an oak A lawnmower takes an ant We ants have made ourselves illustrious Through constant industry industrious. So what? Would you be calm and placid If you were full of formic acid?

Just messing with ya. Nice to see someone else blogging.

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Ah, the life of a ruffian. I should write a story for you. I'll find some nice leaves to mark out a story for you.

Welcome to our bitter, bitter world.

Another tragic result of our relentless consumerism. NO BLOOD FOR PASTRY.

Philistines. Everyone wants to work and get drunk. Nobody appreciates the arts. A stinger by any other name is still a stinger.

The terror... the terror.

OH GOD A DECAPITATING FLY RUN FOR YOUR LIVES I SHALL LEAVE A TRAIL FOR YOU TO FLEE DON'T STEAL MY HEAD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Thanks for the quick response. Is that the current policy?