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First time ever running one of these. First to 3 wins.Please be gentle
Fuck it, I'll lurk around for a bit.
>Insects
>Mountains
>>44559102
I vote Naga and Islands.
>>44559177
>>44559179
1 Insects
1 Naga
1 Mountains
1 Islands
I'll go make a coffee and scotch and when I get back, if there's no clear winners, you two can roll off
Aaaaand back.
>>44559177
>>44559179
Roll 2d100; one for your chosen race and the other for the scenery. Lowest roll wins.
Rolled 26, 66 = 92 (2d100)
>>44559279
I dunno, I just like bug civs.
>Insects
>Desert
>>44559102
Slimes Isliands
Rolled 74, 66 = 140 (2d100)
>>44559334
forgot my roll
>>44559309
>>44559340
Alright, I'm gonna compromise. Desert Island Insects. Typing up now.
>>44559357
Do we get to choose our starting mutation(s)? If so I vote for being amphibious.
>>44559405
second
>>44559405
I say start with drone->warrior->queen and conquer the island before we get wet
How about we have wings instead?, Flying is better.
>>44559405
Amphibious would be a minor mutation really, what would be the second one?
>>44559415
Might not be much food on the island though and being able to hunt/gather food from the sea would really help.
>>44559422
>>44559428
Wings + silk for fly fishing could also work.
>>44559428
Amphibious sounds like a major mutation to be honest.
So before we rush along anymore, How is our Hive run /tg?
Is it a hivemind run directly by the queen?
Or can the drones just think for themselves?
I support having not mindless minions.
Burning. Searing. Hot. Hot. Hot. The blazing sun, it burns. You squirm on the hot sand, a pupa of unbridled possibility. Burrowing quickly to escape the burn you find yourself in the cool lower sand. Settling in you begin gestation, with the wonders of what's to come.
Choose 2 mutations
>wings
>burrowing spines
>spit (inset type)
>Fins
>Extra legs
>poison
>write in
>>44559466
>Wings
>Gills
NOW I CAN FLY AND BREATH UNDERWATER, HOW WILL YOU STOP ME NOW!
>>44559458
Hive mind. Short range telepathy allows for relatively unintelligent drones to combine their reasoning capacities for greater intelligence.
>>44559458
Hive is controlled by the Queen, all hail the queen.
The queen is not us, she's our mother, almost like our deity. Psychically controlled, all her children are compelled to love and obey her, but every insect has his own base personality.
We're the second in command, a hero unit. OP is essentially the queen. We have our own personality. HAIL THE QUEEN.
>>44559466
Wings, poison spit? Sounds perfect combo.
>>44559466
>burrowing spines
>Fins
>>44559474
Doesn't one belittle the other?
>>44559491
What, do you mean?
Wings can still basically be used as Fins underwater.
Gills just let us breath underwater.
What belittle's the other?
>>44559474
>>44559487
>>44559481
Roll 1d100 with your suggested mutation. Lowest 2 numbers win
>>44559481
This is how it works. You are a single insect, spread via the all-mother. You will thrive as she wills it.
>>44559533
Wings, Gills.
Rolled 14 (1d100)
>>44559503
Ah, didn't see the G, sorry.
Though I wonder how wings can be structured to work both underwater and in the sky.
>>44559533
Wings, poison spit
Rolled 45 (1d100)
>>44559540
Er, I'd say wings, Didn't read that properly and I forgot to roll
Rolled 54 (1d100)
>>44559533
>burrowing spines
>>44559550
>>44559551
>>44559563
You feel your body shift and morph under the blanket of sand. You jaws extend and drop, glands of grow around the poison pooling in your throat. Your spine juts with a forceful crack, bone and sinew piercing its way through your soft exoskeleton. You feel these new limbs lighten and tighten as they continue to grow. Only one thing remains, how will the rest of you form?
Roll 1d100 (3 results needed)
>0-25: Serpentine
26-50: Bipedal
51-75: Quadruped
76-100: Hexepod(?)
Rolled 4 (1d100)
>>44559653
Rolled 98 (1d100)
>>44559653
Serpentine Plz Dice Gods.
>>44559533Since it's your first time I don't want to overbear you, but I was toying with a concept I wanted to introduce in the next civ general, which might help simplify and convey empire management. Take it or leave it.Basically using military units you can [Conquer territory. The amount of territory you conquer, as m2 and km2 depends on the total strength of the units you send, that end up surviving. At first you conquer say 1002 meters and it gradually, naturally increases to scale of km2. Each time that action is carried it creates a conquest event. At first you go against hostile local flora and fauna, later on non-faction/city state tier "civs" that don't really count as proper civ factions, and eventually if there's no neutral land left you face faction armies after declaring war.You can choose how much total amount of terrain there's in the given area, say, an island or a continent, and it's info that can be given when scouting the entire area. You're not shooting yourself in the foot with this since there can always be more continents and islands.Amount of terrain helps decide food generation (or just its cap, which is filled with worker units) and amount of new nests (village tier). Each X amount of terrain, say 20 square kilometers, allows the creation of a new nest. Each X nests (every 4 nests?) allows the creation of a hive (city tier) and associated bonuses to fluff.Just toying with an idea, maybe consider it for the next thread when you'll have more time to plan how it works, or not at all.
Rolled 56 (1d100)
>>44559653
Quad sounds nice
Rolled 88 (1d100)
I'm invading this thread.
I didn't like the idea of a bug civ but what the hell lets try something new.
OP, do we have a map of the island?
>>44559659
>>44559665
>>44559684
With a screech of pain, your newly formed mouth opens wide as four new limbs explode from your quaking thorax. Slick with gore and weak, you stretch and flex your newfound limbs. After a few more moments, your exoskeleton has fully formed. Shifting your weight, you explode from the sand with a mighty roar. Your wings come to life with a low buzz as you haphazardly maintain yourself midair. Scanning the horizon you see several key points
>To the south, there is the beach-lined coast.
>To the North, an Oasis
>West is more desert
>East is a rock-face ledge to the sea.
>>44559710
Nothing yet, will have one done up as I type
>>44559710
We're a pulpa buried underground.
>>44559755
>south
>>44559755
>>To the North, an Oasis
>>44559755
wait is this a civ or a quest?
>>44559755
To the north, but carefully.
>>44559779
Look at the newfag and laugh
>>44559779
Supreme Leader tier civs (insects, undead, demon) are hybrid civquests. They're more like quests at first and as scale increases they become proper civs, but still greatly revolve around one or few characters.
>>44559755
>To the North, an Oasis
Also, what decided the result of those rolls?
>>44559800
Don't forget machines, they tend to have a central intelligence as well.
we must eat, grow strong, and birth our young
Go south towards the beach in hopes of getting some food
>>44559815
Yeah true. Most of the machine civs I encountered were network intelligence though, but there was one with supreme AI.
>>44559836
I wonder if NormieShitter will ever continue his Machine Civ
he was a good CM.
>>44559779
It will become more Civ-like, just getting started.
>>44559788
>>44559775
>>44559813
"We are still weak. Must be careful."
With this thought in mind you fly towards the oasis, keeping low to the ground to avoid being spotted by predators. The sun bears down on your shiny black exoskeleton, an adaption granted to you through your superior genetics from the great All-Mother! As you bear, you spot movement by the polls of water. Predator? Prey?
>stop and examine from a distance
>fly towards unbridled
>write in
>>44559859
>stop and examine from a distance
>>44559859
>>fly towards unbridled
Swoop and grab it with your legs, like a sea eagle.
>>44559859
>>stop and examine from a distance
>>44559871
>>44559882
>>44559885
Sorry I should add roll 1d100 for all options. Lowest is beststill learning, sorry
>>44559859
>>stop and examine from a distance
First bug civquest this should be good.
Rolled 56 (1d100)
>>44559859
>fly towards unbridled
Rolled 78 (1d100)
>>44559871
>>44559895
Rolled 60 (1d100)
>>44559895
>fly towards unbridled
Is this to determine success or to determine which vote gets chosen?
>>44559895
>Lowest is best
Rolled 34 (1d100)
>>44559859
>stop and examine from a distance
Rolled 6 (1d100)
>>44559895
>stop, drop and roll
>>44559908
Chosen. All success/fail rolls will be average of 3.
>>44559901
Clipping your jaw together you zip towards the movement. Gaining on it you swoop on the unsuspecting prey at the last second. Pain. Pain. Your body screams at you as you crash headfirst into the sand. Nothing? But there was movement. You quickly compose yourself and scan your surroundings. Empty? Nothing but you.
>search for the "prey"
>examine your surroundings
>write in
Rolled 79 (1d100)
Determine the meaning of your existence.
Rolled 88 (1d100)
>>44559953
>>examine your surroundings
Rolled 88 (1d100)
>>44559953
>>examine your surroundings
Rolled 2 (1d100)
>>44559953
>examine your surroundings
so what exactly does our hive of bugs look like ir is it varied? also, art is appreciated even if its just drawn.
>>44559972
Scanning your surroundings you find yourself in an oasis of moderate size. 3 large pools adorned with several overhanging Palm trees greet your view. "Good place to raise young" a voice in your head rings out.
>begin nesting
>scout further
>leave
>write in
Rolled 40 (1d100)
>>44560006
>>scout further
>>44559991
Depends on the setting. In some they just eat babies. In others they or horrible monster that worship a goddess of pregnancy/mutation/birth. And then in some they like to kidnap men to use as breeding slaves.
how big are we? Regular bug size, dog sized, human sized?
>>44560016
Wow that went to the wrong thread.
Rolled 80 (1d100)
>>44560006
>>begin nesting
Rolled 73 (1d100)
>>44560006
Begin nesting.
>>44559953
Ah. Usually it's most popular vote, and best of 3 rolls. Well, whatever floats your boat.
>>44560010
Must know more. Must see more. Shaking the sand from your body you set off at a slow pace, buzzing around the oasis for a better view. It's very secluded; not much close by. Very secure. Very safe. You can see where you came from, as well as a very tall dune to the north.
>fly North
>settle here
>write in
>>44560023
I'll be doing up a drawing in a second. We're about the size of a large house cat.
Rolled 65 (1d100)
>>44560070
>>settle here
Rolled 45 (1d100)
>>44560070
>fly North
Rolled 53 (1d100)
>>44560070
>settle here
Rolled 38 (1d100)
Settle here
>>44560081
>>44560083
"YOU MUST GROW AND MUTLIPLY!" The thought ethos in your mind. You settle into the sand once more, your abdomen splitting open to develop a birthing organ. You settle into the cool shade of the palms as your body quakes and shudders with each gooey plop of the next generation.
Roll 1d100 (average 3)
Rolled 1 (1d100)
>>44560138
IT BEGINS
Rolled 85 (1d100)
>>44560138
Rolled 35 (1d100)
>>44560138
>>44560145
Lower is better, nat 1
HAIL DICE GODS!
>>44560152
buz buz
>>44560145
>>44560147
>>44560150
>ALL HAIL THE DICE GODS
With the final egg laid, you detach yourself from the birthing organ; precious food fit to feed the young when they first hatch. You take stock of your children. "Your children." The thought pleases you. You feel glee at the though that this batch will be strong and able, and already you see the gestation in process.
>15 eggs
>1 praetorian
Choose a category to compliment the new generation. This will affect how they develop as they grow. All have your previous mutations (poison spit and wings)
>scout
>warrior
>drone
>Mutor
Lowest choses
Rolled 60 (1d100)
>>44560243
>>drone
what is a mutor?
Rolled 86 (1d100)
>>44560243
>scout
Rolled 98 (1d100)
>>44560243
drone
Rolled 43 (1d100)
drone
>>44560253
>>44560257
>Sout
+: Lithe, faster, perceptive, good memory, expert flyer
-:weak, fragile, poison spit is diluted
>Warrior
+Strong chitin, larger forearms with bladed chitin, can stand on two legs
-: can't fly (but can glide), only excrete poison, big, needs more food
>Drone
+: stronger poison, smaller frame, tunneling abilities, synoptic capabilities, longer lifespan
-: weaker wings (shot distance flight), not as strong, scared in small numbers
>Mutor
+: mutates often, extremely aggressive
-: uncontrollable mutations, short lifespan, may turn on hive
Will take rerolls with this in mind
For future reference, what exactly do bugs need to build, besides like, food storage and larger nests?
Rolled 71 (1d100)
>>44560308
still in favor of drone but rerolling
>>44560320
More bugs.
Rolled 12 (1d100)
>>44560308
drone
Rolled 60 (1d100)
>>44560308
Warrior
Rolled 62 (1d100)
>>44560349
You must construct additional drones.
>>44560324
>>44560349
"Drones. The workforce of the Hive. A good start." As the thought fleets through your mind the first of the eggs hatch, the drones scrambling forth towards their brothers and birthing organ alike. After the frenzy of birthing hunger has finished, 12 drones stand ready, their symphony of synoptic cries echoing through your head. "WHAT ARE YOUR ORDERS!?"
>dig out a subterranean hive
>build a spire hive
>write in
Drawing coming
>>44560446
>>build a spire hive
Rolled 11 (1d100)
>>44560446
>build a spire hive
giant mutant termite mound here we come.
Rolled 14 (1d100)
>>44560446
>dig out a subterranean hive
but also have them be on the lookout for food sources while digging. .
Rolled 87 (1d100)
>>44560469
Dice+1d100
Build a spire hive
>>44560470
"Build up, see all, rule all." Your command sends the dones into flurry of screeches and action. Some begin excavating, others gathering sand. Now begins your legacy; Praise to be the All-Mother!
>Roll 1d100 (3)
Rolled 32 (1d100)
Build a spire hive
Rolled 52 (1d100)
>>44560515
Rolled 33 (1d100)
>>44560515
Rolled 28 (1d100)
>>44560515
Rolled 75 (1d100)
>>44560515
Rolled 57 (1d100)
Rolled 84 (1d100)
>>44560526
>>44560530
>>44560533
>37
The spire quickly takes form, with the drones carving out a solid base. During this process somethings strikes your interest. The drones have begun using their poison, mixed with strippings of palm fronds and water, to create an adhesive. Slathering it onto the sand structure, it hardens within moments. A thought crosses your complex mind. You quickly order your drones to pull apart thus far built structure. Struggling, they tear and pull at the solidified tower base with no success. They begin to wailing at their failure. You quickly soothe them over and order them back to building
>DISCOVERY!
Poison doubles as adhesive, but is near impossible to remold after setting
>Continue overseeing production
>Scout area
>write in
Food is on a decline
Rolled 50 (1d100)
>>44560605
>Scout area
Rolled 50 (1d100)
>>44560605
Scout area
Rolled 28 (1d100)
>>44560605
>>Scout area
look out specifically for food sources
Rolled 94 (1d100)
>>44560605
>>Scout area
food
>>44560620
>>44560631
>>44560641
>>44560648
You feel comfortable leaving your drones to their task; after all, it is their purpose after all. You set off into the skies again, your majestic wings buzzing in a way that the drones only dream of. You survey your surroundings once more, and notice something troubling. Movement. This time no mere trick, but real. On the dunes to the north are several bipedal creatures, looking out over the landscape. "Danger" a thought echos once more in your head. Looking around, you see the sea to the far off west, a rocky coastline that stretches on into the horizon. South the beach in which you were born. East, an endless desert with no life to be seenShitty drawing, sorry but I'm no drawfag
Rolled 20 (1d100)
>>44560712
Fly lowan try to examine these bipeds from afar to see how dangerous they might be to the hive.
>>44560712
Go for the bipedal creatures. Maybe drop a rock on one, before sweeping down to grab another and throw him mid air.
>>44560733
Fly low
Rolled 5 (1d100)
>>44560712
go to the beach and try to find some reliable food sources.
>>44560740
We are only cat sized at the moment.
Rolled 60 (1d100)
>>44560740
>>44560748
Are we? Okay then.
>>44560748
For now you are cat-sized, with your drones being that of a large rat. These bipedal are visible from quite a distance away.
>>44560733
>>44560745
Your urges spur you to attack the bipedals, they are a danger to the hive. "THERE IS NO HIVE WITH NO FOOD!" The voice of the All-Mother is right. Without food, your drones will starve and wither, the hive along with it. With reluctance you turn away and fly south towards your birthing place. As you speed over the hole that once housed you, the beach comes into full view. Landing, you scout along the shore, searching for a suitable source of food for the hive to thrive upon.
>Roll 1d100 (3)
Rolled 8 (1d100)
>>44560810
Rolled 63 (1d100)
>>44560810
Rolled 95 (1d100)
>>44560810
Rolled 36 (1d100)
>>44560810
>>44560816
>>44560819
>>44560820
You search the shore, flying back and forth. Nothing. Just you take off once more to head back to the hive, a shift in the sand stops you. As you wait, a dozen of so hard-shelled creatures slightly larger than yourself emerge from the sand. Their 8 leg uncurl from their glossy blue form and they begin scuttling towards the ocean. "FOOD!" You agree, but you don't have much time to act.
> Attack (write in)
>Examine
>Ignore
>write in
Rolled 29 (1d100)
>>44560887
Attack!
Rolled 28 (1d100)
>>44560887
>> Attack (write in)
don't commit, see how these creatures react to a threat and try to memorize any patterns in their reactions. We can hunt in the future based on the knowledge we gain now.
Rolled 84 (1d100)
>>44560887
>Attack (write in)
Do fly overs hosing them with our poison spit. See if we can hit them in the face if they have one we can identify.
Rolled 32 (1d100)
>>44560887
Attack.
Grab the one at the back. If he's too heavy to lift with momentum, at least try to flip him over. Then spit at him or any of his friends that noticed what was going on.
Rolled 39 (1d100)
>>44560887
C O N S U M E
>>44560895
>>44560898
>>44560900
>>44560913
>>44560914
"KNOWLEDGE IS THE KEY TO SURVIVAL."
You swoop low over the creatures, spitting your poison haphazardly over the creatures. At first, it seems they don't even notice, the poison just dribbling over their harden shell. Then suddenly on cue one of them begins convulsing; the neurotoxin going to work on their nervous system. Strangely enough, the others react to this, immediately burrowing themselves once more in the sand, in a twisting, rolling motion. You fly over one of the burrowing, and grab it with your legs. You begin to fly off, but the creature is too heavy, only pulling it about 10 feet into the air before you must let go. It falls to the sand, landing on its blue shell. You take note of the much softer underbelly, but before you can react, the creature begins its rolling, spinning burrowing action and in once again buried in the sand. The others are gone and the only one that remains convulses in the sand.
Rolled 90 (1d100)
>>44561008
Take the one that's poisoned flip it over and stab it. Then take it back to hive then come back to try and hunt more.
>>44561008
dice+1d100
Inspect the dead creature to gather more informations
Rolled 75 (1d100)
>>44561008
Crack it open and eat all the soft innards out of it, fly back to the hive and regurgitate some to feed our drones.
Rolled 26 (1d100)
>>44561043
Sounds good
>>44561053
Put it in the bar above your reply it's the one that says options.
>>44561060
>>44561043
Remember these things are heavy. Carrying it back shell and all probably won't work so well which is why I suggested >>44561055
>>44561053
>Inspect the dead creature to gather more informations
(sry for the fail)
>>44561075
Point taken forget taking it back with us just kill it and eat then give that food to our drones then return.
>>44561075
Sure. We spiders nao. Inject stomach acids then suck up all the liquefied innards.
>>44561008
>KNOWLEDGE!
Gained understanding of blue sea bugs
Gained tactics for hunting blue sea bugs
>>44561043
>>44561055
>>44561053
Flipping over the dying blue creature you sink your mandibles into the soft underbelly of it. The flesh is juicy, salty, nutritious; A fine source of nourishment for a growing hive. You gorge yourself on its salty flesh, the creature gargling out its final breaths. Once you have eaten your fill, you fly haphazardly back towards your hive, interested in the progress of your new spire.
Roll 1d100 (3)
Rolled 90 (1d100)
>>44561142
I can't wait to hunt elves.
Rolled 24 (1d100)
>>44561142
Rolled 99 (1d100)
>>44561142
Once we've inspected our spire gather our drones to feed them. Then once their feed they can continue work and we'll go hunting again
Rolled 87 (1d100)
>>44561142
Rolled 83 (1d100)
>>44561063
That's what I thought I did, put dice+1d100 , in Option
>>44561063
Thank you
>>44561215
Well at least it happened now
>>44561230
No problem
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qN2XMyxAs5o
Soon.png. Our planet will be one of the earlier ones to develop FTL technologyDue to not wanting to be stranded on the same floating rock with us
While we have a Bug Civ up, a quick question, please.
Bug Civ is by far the most popular Civ type, I find. What is it about Bugs everyone likes?
Rolled 43 (1d100)
>>44561142
>>44561294
Just being in control of bugs I'd guess since we get to mutate a bit and it's more of a challenge for diplomatic outcomes but if a thread ever comes up with a good mutation to overcome that people really get into it
>>44561294
Bugs are awesome. They're a very popular trope both in sci fi and fantasy. Bugs have the second most advanced civilization on Earth, after humans, including slaves, terraforming, a monarchy and complex caste system. And they come in numerous flavors, allowing players to mold and customize them so two bug civs are rarely identical.
>>44561294
They are fairly simple and straight forward. Eat, multiple and evolve. Those three things are all you usually have to worry about when it comes to advancing the civ. No having to worry about developing the skills to make buildings, tools, clothes or armor. Just. Eat. Multiple. Evolve.
>>44561155
>>44561156
>>44561158
>>44561188
>>44561215
>All those high rolls
As you make it back your hive, you make out the base of the spire just peeking beyond the tops of the palms. As you land and come closer the overwhelming cries of your drones pierce your thoughts "THEY CAME! THEY CAME! THEY CAME! KILLED KILLED KILLED! Composing yourself, and your drones, examine their thoughts. The bipedals. They attacked while you were gone. The drones were not alerted to their presence, a costly mistake. "TAKE TAKE TAKE! THEY TAKE BROTHERS!" It appears these Bipedals are hunting us as I hunted the blue sea bugs.
Good news, the spire is well underway and very defensible. The surviving drones were able to hide inside after the initial attack. Spewing forth the digested seabug, you feed your remaining drones and pass on the gained knowledge of them.
>Base: Spire 75%
Defense: 100
Attack: 0
>1 Praetorian
>8 Drones
All are well fed (for now)
>>44561351
Night time is fast approaching as the sun sets over the horizon.
What now?
>Birth new generation
>Hunt seabugs
>help build spire
>settle in for the night
>write in
Rolled 19 (1d100)
>>44561360
Birth more. Maybe after that we can delegate food gathering to our drones so we can do other things. Also pass them our info on how to kill the blue creatures.
>>44561294
Pretty popular for /tg/
But I myself am a Lizard fan
Rolled 76 (1d100)
>>44561351
Assign 3 drones to hunting more sea bugs while we lay more eggs. The rest of the drones continue their work on the tower.
Rolled 25 (1d100)
>>44561360
Build traps for bipeds and then hunt for seabugs
Rolled 38 (1d100)
>>44561360
>Birth new generation
We need warriors
Rolled 27 (1d100)
>>44561374
Birth more drones send them to hunt the blue seabugs after telling them all about the bugs weaknesses and strengths. We settle in for the night to try and protect our hive.
Rolled 100 (1d100)
>>44561360
Help finish the spire
>>44561375
What is appealing about green humans with tails though? Might help me get more into it.
>>44561411
It's cool to be a lizard because of natural weapons and and an affinity with jungle to swamp like areas. Plus then you could form the reptilian brigade made up of dragonborn, kobolds, and you the lizardfolk
>>44561395
>100
>bitch do I look like a drone?
>>44561374
>>44561377
>>44561380
We gather our drones, passing on the knowledge needed for them to hunt the seabugs. Sending 3 out to do so, we allow the others to rest for the evening. Taking the little excess nutrients gathered, we once again settle in for a new generation of birthing
3d100 first for chosen archetype of new generation(see below) second for birthing effectiveness, third for drone hunting. Drones get a -10 to the roll to represent gathered knowledge. Next post will have birthing options (hold off rolls)
>>44561411
It's exotic and cool stuff like >>44561453 said.
I like the idea of Jungle/swamp colonies
>>44561479
>Scout
+: Lithe, faster, perceptive, good memory, expert flyer
-:weak, fragile, poison spit is diluted
>Warrior
+Strong chitin, larger forearms with bladed chitin, can stand on two legs
-: can't fly (but can glide), only excrete poison, big, needs more food
>Drone 2nd gen
+: increased poison potency, possible mutation!
-: Not as long lived as first gen
>Mutor
+: mutates often, extremely aggressive
-: uncontrollable mutations, short lifespan, may turn on hive
>??????
Rolled 54 (1d100)
>>44561508
Droooones. Gief mutation.
Rolled 13 (1d100)
>>44561508
Mutor
Rolled 79 (1d100)
>>44561508
warrior
>>44561508
I'll try for a mix of warrior and drone 2nd gen
Rolled 39, 47, 35 = 121 (3d100)
>>44561479
Warrior, we need them.
Can we get suicide explosion (ie Baneling), or at least poison meat so we doon't get hunted anymore
Rolled 3 (1d100)
>>44561540
Here's my roll
Rolled 65, 81 = 146 (2d100)
>>44561518
Follow up
Rolled 32, 68, 12 = 112 (3d100)
>>44561508
Mix of drones and scouts.
>>44561508
Follow up sorry
Rolled 71, 95 = 166 (2d100)
>>44561528
Rolled 27, 59 = 86 (2d100)
>>44561562
For real this time
>>44561551
>Warrior/Drone Mix
As you begin to lay your eggs, you feel something is not right. This generation is flawed. Something is now right; this genetics is all twisted and wrong. As you settle in for the evening, you can't help but pray to the All-Mother for their survival.
______________________________
Morning comes, and you awake to the new generation in the heat of its birth-feeding. Giant jaws, bulbous bloated bodies, deformed wings, giant serrated arms, chitin to rival even yours! These children of yours, although deformed, will serve the hive well.
"ABOMINATIONS!" You push the thought from your mind as you nestle your new children.
Not soon after does your hunting drones return. Empty mandibled. A shame, but no matter, they will learn in time.
>BLOATER
+: extremely tough chitin, extreme strength, excessive poison
-: slow, can't fly, overactive poison glands, extreme hunger, opportunistic cannibalism
>1 praetorian
>8 drones
>5 Bloaters
Rolled 62 (1d100)
>>44561688
I'll love the shit out of my abominations thank you very much. Have 3 bloaters go out to hunt after having told them the strengths and weaknesses of the blue sea bugs. Have two bloaters stay here with me and the hive as the drones continue work.
Rolled 43 (1d100)
>>44561688
Search for food in the direction of the bi pedals, with the bloaters. The drones can work on the hive.
Rolled 59 (1d100)
>>44561688
Make 2 Bloaters and 4 drones go hunt for food.
Make the other drones build defense while the rest defend home.
Finally you go scout more to see where the bipedes are
Rolled 89 (1d100)
>>44561688
>>44561761
this
>>44561776
Well that didn't help -___-
Farm those sea bugs
Rolled 49 (1d100)
>>44561688
Split the drones evenly between hunting and building. Send 3 bloaters patrolling in the direction the humanoids came from, hunting opportunistically if the chance comes up.
If we ever devlop a way to speak I imagine we would sound much like this
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rFkSRAj0rxU
>>44561798
Fuck sound. Create new language out of smells, blackjack, and hookers
>>44561798
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DsprwPMkvXA
>>44561732
You quickly put your new children to work (Bloaters are the size of a fully grown german shepherd by the way). You get the drones to explain to them what the bipedals are, and then send them off in search of food in the direction of the large dune. Meanwhile, you set your drones to work again on the spire; it must be ready if the bipedals ever return. What will you do in the meantime?
>Hunt
>Build
>Scout
>Write in
Rolled 53 (1d100)
>>44561911
>hunt
We must feed our workers
Rolled 38 (1d100)
>>44561911
We'll help build as well
Rolled 12 (1d100)
>>44561911
build traps for food and defense
>>44561932
Nevermind changing that to hunting as well
I hope these 'abominations' pay off anons.
They could very well lead to the death of the hive if we are not careful.
Rolled 55 (1d100)
>>44561911
>Hunt
>>44561941
You go about building traps, if ever the bipedals return. Examining your surroundings several traps spring to mind, as you go over thousands of years of genetic memory
>Roll 1d100
Rolled 63 (1d100)
>>44562018
big money
Rolled 77 (1d100)
>>44562002
Between the paralyzing poison spit, bone shattering mandibles and tough armor they can drag some nice catch back home.
>>44562018
Rolled 23 (1d100)
>>44562018
>>44562002
Have faith they'll likely kill better than we could
>>44562002
What could go wrong?:^)
Rolled 94 (1d100)
>>44562018
Rolled 51 (1d100)
>>44562018
Rolled 58 (1d100)
>>44562018
Rolled 14 (1d100)
SHOW ME THE MONEY
>>44562026
>>44562027
>>44562032
You go about creating a perimeter around the oasis, digging out a moat. Filling it with discarded palm fronds, using your mandible to splinter them into shards. You then create a false top by mixing diluted poison with sand. Strong enough to maintain surface while your children cross it, but gives way to anything heavier. You can't help but gloat at your work.
The day goes on and a drone comes to grab you. "FIN FIN! HIVE ALL DONE." You return to indeed find the spire completed. Towering over three times the height of the palms, with enough room to house a hundred of your children, this is the first step towards a fully functioning hive
Rolled 55 (1d100)
>>44562210
hunt the two legs
Rolled 69 (1d100)
>>44562210
Food, send everyone for food
>>44561290
The Jade wasp is really beautiful but holy shit KILL THAT WITH FIRE HOW CAN ANYONE BELIEVE IN A GOD WITH THAT SHIT EXISTING
Rolled 11 (1d100)
>>44562210
Hunt more of the bugs by the sea.
Rolled 79 (1d100)
>>44562210
Send some to hunt for food while you scout for more informations
Rolled 18 (1d100)
>>44562210
>Search the ponds in the oasis for food
Hey, I like names, can we get a name for our Civ (ie: The Swarm, The Hive, The Mind, ...). Or you think that nameless is more Hive-minded?
>>44562402
Just spitballing but we could call it the chittering host
>>44562261
You set your drones to rest, giving them a moment respite before more work is needed of them. Gathering yourself you head off once again to the southern seaside to hunt the seabugs.
>Roll 2d100
Rolled 64, 42 = 106 (2d100)
>>44562459
Rolled 50, 94 = 144 (2d100)
>>44562459
Rolled 60, 100 = 160 (2d100)
>>44562459
Rolled 75, 11 = 86 (2d100)
>>44562459
Rolled 47, 26 = 73 (2d100)
>>44562459
>>44562481
>>44562482
>>44562493
>>44562497
>>44562516
Your hunt goes...well. You manage to kill and devour two seabugs this time; laying traps so that they burrowed into your poison, dooming them. You return home, heavy with nutrients, to find 2 of your drones being shared between 4 bloaters, as they rip and devour their brother. The other drones, hidden within the hive, scream for help. "THEY KILL! THEY KILL! WHY THEY KILL? THEY BROTHER, THEY EAT BROTHER!"
>Kill Bloaters
>Ignore and continue feeding
>Investigate bloaters mind for explaination
>Write in
Rolled 74 (1d100)
>>44562609
Investigate. They're cannibals no?
Rolled 64 (1d100)
>>44562609
>Investigate bloaters mind for explanation
Rolled 97 (1d100)
>>44562609
Investigate Bloaters mind for explanation
Rolled 48 (1d100)
>>44562609
>Investigate bloaters mind for explaination
Rolled 36 (1d100)
>>44562609
>>Investigate bloaters mind for explainationnat 1 get!
>>44562402
The Velus
The Chitarians
The Va'jra
The A'dar
The Ziggurat
The Spiralians
Maybe means "Those of the Same Song" to us at least.
Rolled 16 (1d100)
>>44562609
Tell the drones it is their fault for failing to find food earlier
>>44562699
"The Myrstack"
>>44562402
the Living Blight
>>44562714
Silly things like this winning because actions being chosen by random chance rather than votes irks me.
Rolled 70 (1d100)
>>44562609
Try to forcibly correct their behavior
>>44562716
Sweden yes
>>44562747
I agree it should be popular vote, but it's up to OP. Usually roll based picks are done in ultra population threads, like on /v/, because you can't bother to count all the posts.
>>44562747
>>44562749If there's no clear popular decision, I'll use dice roll. Otherwise it's by consensus
>>44562633
>>44562635
>>44562636
>>44562659
>>44562669
You probe the minds of the Bloaters, their thoughts taken up by little outside of "FOOD" and "EAT!" However, it appears they ran into the bipedals, and one of them was killed as the bipedal ran. The rest returned, too hungry to chase. Interesting, they seem afraid of the Bloaters.
You proceed to regurgitate a majority of the seabug for the bloaters, their greedy appetite spurring them into a feeding frenzy. Comforting your drones, you feed them separately. "MUST BRING FOOD TO KEEP BROTHERS FROM EATING YOU" you instruct them.
>1 Praetorian
>6 Drones
>4 Bloaters
Rolled 13 (1d100)
>>44562856
>Send bloaters to hunt, so they can have a snack when they feel like it and bring back food
Rolled 76 (1d100)
>>44562856
Have the drones start making traps around our hive. Send the bloaters back out to feed and hunt for us. Go with them to ensure they keep on task.
Rolled 34 (1d100)
>>44562856
Send the bloaters to hunt while we make more drones.
Rolled 29 (1d100)
>>44562919
Sure
>>44562903
We already have traps. >>44562210
>>44562937
Well I'd want to put more down in case and give the drones something to do. Plus I doubt my choice will get picked.
>>44562963
how about we can ask the drones to dig down now that the spire is finished?
Rolled 60 (1d100)
>>44562856
>>44562980
Sure instead of traps rolling for the drones to dig down maybe we'll find something neat
>>44562865
>>44562919
>>44562925
After feeding, you order your bloaters back to hunting, sending them the directions south this time. After imparting the knowledge they needed, you send them off, their poison-drooling mouths seemingly salivating more.
You settle into the hive, preparing another for another generation of birthing. As you once again split open your abdomen and develop the birthing organ, you hope your children bring food enough for this new generation.
BIRTHING
>Scout
+: Lithe, faster, perceptive, good memory, expert flyer
-:weak, fragile, poison spit is diluted
>Warrior
+Strong chitin, larger forearms with bladed chitin, can stand on two legs
-: can't fly (but can glide), only excrete poison, big, needs more food
>Drone 2nd gen
+: increased poison potency, possible mutation!
-: Not as long lived as first gen
>Mutor
+: mutates often, extremely aggressive
-: uncontrollable mutations, short lifespan, may turn on hive
>Bloater 2nd Gen
>??????
Rolled 81 (1d100)
>>44563014
>Drone 2nd gen
