Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27049835-20180124030555/@comment-27344811-20180125025127

Waspinator, meanwhile, gets a grip on where he is. Quite literally, as his disconnected arm grabs his head and lifts it up so it's not down face-first.

Waspinator's compound eyes see everywhere. He seems... what the hell. These trees have biceps. Why do these trees have biceps?

Neverless, Waspinator pulls himself back together- and he notes some large, red mosquito-like creature has picked up the Godslayer. Waspinator trudges over, towering over it. The Buzzwole quickly drops the hammer and skedaddles. Waspinator reclaims his hammer, and as he takes a step, h hears something.

He looks behind him. It's the Buzzwole again. He notices another in a tree, and another, and another...

But judging by how they are acting, they are not hostile.

To them, they have found an Alpha. A Queen. A god.

Waspinator trudges off, Godslayer in hand, and  a small army of Buzzwole following him, flying, buzzing, swarming...