r/MothsInTheNewCloset

For his experience and skills at health sector the Radian Government has decided to add Mothew to it's ranks as the Minister of Health.

As the Minister of Health his duties are:

1. Managing the construction of new hospitals.

2. Improving the service of already existing hospitals.

3. Managing health staff of Radia.

4. Making sure that Radia survives any future epidemics with minimal loses

His Majesty congratulates Mothew's success and wishes him luck in his new career.

HONOR THE KING, HAIL THE KINGDOM!

Uhhhh…I won’t go into context…

One stops, picks up a pine needle, the rest keep going, attempting to find a pine tree, pinecones and pine needles

Spider Smith Industries - An Industry of Evil.

Exhibit A: Unethical practices & espionage

Unlike my husband, I do not have a longstanding history with Spider-Smith industries, but I can speak on how they manipulated me. I'm sure you've all heard about Spider-Smith's "peacekeeping" operations, but, tell me. What do you think peacekeeping entails?

Espionage, and lots of it. After all, they need to know the current state of each nation, they need to know the wants of needs of each individual citizen, they need to know the very interpersonal relations of each leader. Shocking breaches of privacy don't you think?

And I know for certain they're willing to do anything to get the information they need because they forced confessions out of me whilst I was in an inebriated state. Heck, they gave me the alcohol in the first place. I was very obviously in a vulnerable state when I purchased them and he could've restricted the sale at any point, yet he didn't.

Very telling that The Spider-Smith corporation only cares for profit and control.

- Krilk Gnawson

Exhibit B: Blatant Monopolization

As much as I'd hate-dislike to admit it, Rat-Klan is in a awful-dire state. Our various-many farm-pastures, war-fight reparations, and development costs eat away at the empire treasury and Krilk's berry exports are failing to earn us the required amounts. The average rat-kin could not-not even afford a decent meal that isn't blackberry and corpse-starch My solution was-was simple. Construct-build large-expansive factories and mass-export much-quality goods.

The best-greatest part is that it would've worked should I have gotten a friend to help-us along the way, so I contacted a lass, Merrilk Scritch, trusted general of mine, and had her forge-create deal-pact with Aphid-things; they would send us raw metals, we would refine and manufacture item-goods out of it before handing it back to them to sell at great profits, a mutually beneficial deal-pact.

Yet it was never destined to last as Spider-Smith utterly undercut it, effectively neuter-castrating our-our industrial output and any chances of financial stability all for his own benefit.

-Sknit Gnawson

From this point on, we ban any and all spider-smith associates from the Rat-Klan Empire and her allies. Any spider-smith associates caught inside our borders will be placed under arrest and forced to cut ties, any who refuse to cut ties will be sent right back to their Webs.

Soldier: “we need one to three moths to test this new recipe for “healing brew” on to see its effectiveness on other species. And we were hopeing you guys can provide us with some, don’t expect them to return alive tho…

They look like Ants.. and they are approaching very quickly.. its hard to follow their movement.. but they are practically charging towards Radia..

They don't apear aggresive though.. and they are small... but they are a bunch thats for sure..

&gt;!if You listen closely.. you can hear some saying the word 'Oranges' repeatedly.!<

I'm gonna go look for my best friend because.. I don't know where she is and there's so much stuff i wanna talk to her about!

Underneath the hood of his rickety wagon lies silk moths, lots of them.

"I don't know-understand why they were locked underneath BAC, all I do know-understand is that my boss-leaders need-wanted them delivered here."

Soldier: “P-please L-let me in…my-my troop are all dead, I ran out of food and my wounds are getting worse each day…please..I’m begging you..open the door.. ‘It’ has been hunting me for weeks..I can’t go like this..too far away..entire boat gone..Aphazon delivery vehicles…gone..search party..g-gone..” *The soldier almost faints and falls on his face before getting back up, struggling to do so,*

Planned route, meant for traders and those travelling beetween nations as a safe way to traverse without getting lost, will have pitstops on the way