r/Rats_OnA_Ruin

WE WILL SOON BEGIN CONSTRUCTION AND FORTIFICATION OF THE MARKED AREA. WALL SOLDIERS WILL BE AUTHORIZED TO KILL ANY UNRECOGNIZED ON SIGHT, INCLUDING VESSELS.

(this is a roleplay, Reddit.)

Soldier?: "one of yall wanted an ambassador? The description is uhhh… “large, furry, an accent that sounds like their family tree is a ladder” “

Hear from the three objectively worst people in the RP who are so awful they make Velle look like a saint by comparison!

(I mainly made this pots because I crave some RP interactions + so I can make up some more lore for my rat guys (and gal) without waiting several hours so Alt can give me two messages.)

(You can reply either in character or out, both is fine for me.)

(A guide for telling who's who:

• S: Sknit Gnawson
• K: Krilk Gnawson
• M: Merrilk Scritch)

Scout captain: “well uhh… krill? We’re here.”

Scout: “ay look the dancing guy is still there…”

We come to praise strange outsiders as they bestow upon us gifts that no other nation has dared to give us!

Earlier this week, a small patrol force of Storm Guard encountered a small group of ants hauling large boxes who, after very little questioning, revealed it to be large bundles of various metals to help us in our nation's industrial efforts!

Their names have since been reported as Gunther, Hans, and "Soldier"

Citizens of Rat-Klan, let us give thanks to these mysterious benefactors whom, in their generousity, gave you, your neighbors, and the nation as a whole, a new lease on life in our current, dire circumstance.

Let us give a valiant "Hoorah!"

So, dear, Sknit-darlin', while you were out on yer little picnic with the... spiduh (ew!) Ah decided to help ya out by doing the field work for ya.

We were doin' good at the start. Muh lovely boys and Ah were doing such great work out there, shootin' our lil' crossbows here 'n' there.

It would'uv been perfect if it weren' for the mud cloggin' up the springs later through the course. Best be a good idea to patch those up, darlin'. Maybe put a shroud over it... Or add sum redundancy for Horn's sake! It ain' the strongest eitha, but Ah bet ya can patch that issue too.

Sincerely yours, your advisor and Storm-Guard Companeh-General, Merrilk Scritch.

If this don' earn me a promotion, Ah dun know what does...

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.

*On the table, a half-empty bottle of Dingleberry juice lay tipped over with several more, empty bottles scattered across the floor. He seems unable to meet your gaze.*

I mean who does Sknit think he is?! Claiming a foreign land we were supposed to be protecting? That's low, even for him. And he has the audacity to do it behind my back

I'd never stoop so low to do something like that behind his back! Not in a million years, no!

Whoever can capture him from the BAC and bring him to my personal quarters will be rewarded handsomely.

That rat needs to be punished thoroughly...

Scout captain: “30ish Titano scouts, 1 moth, 2 aphids and apparently one rat named “Krilk” will be joining… we still don’t know who Krilk is but ayy, bon voyage”

(Image 1 is where it is on the map, 2 is the pre ruin Webstag, 3 is the current Webstag

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