99< [PLAYBACK BEGINS: THE CAMERA FOLLOWS AN IMPERIAL DRONE BUZZING THROUGH THE SKIES, A FILIAL PAIL IN EITHER HAND. DESPITE ITS SPEED, ONLY A SCANT FEW DROPS OF THE PRECIOUS GENETIC MATERIAL SPILL, LANDING LIKE RAIN ON WHATEVER UNFORTUNATE SOULS MIGHT BE UNDERNEATH.] 99< [The life of a grub begins with the collection of genetic material. The schedule of collection may varies from brooding planet to brooding planet. The general trend is that the drones are more active during warm and dry seasons, and more dormant during cold or wet seasons. Continus-IV has relatively little seasonal variation. The boundaries of the habital zone shift towards the light side as orbit takes it further from its sun and towards the dark side as its orbits closer towards its sun. Thus, the drones are active throughout the local sweep.] 99< [The drones behave in a manner similar to pollinators. They emerge from their hives within the caverns and disperse, using the same tunnels the wigglers take their first toddling steps out beneath the sky. These locations attract poachers, who generally work in groups of at least three so they might provide genmat if they are unlucky enough to encounter a drone with its pails. The drones cover a wide area; they tend to seek out population centers, but a non-insignificant number search for rural communities and hermitages.] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: THE DRONE DESCENDS UPON A SUGRUBAN NEIGHBORHOOD. CURTAINS CLOSE AND LIGHTS TURN OFF AS IT FLIES PAST. IT HITS THE GROUND WITH A THUD, SHATTERING CONCRETE, THEN WALKS UP TO THE FRONT STEPS OF A HIVE CHOSEN SEEMINGLY AT RANDOM. IT PAUSES FOR A MOMENT, BASHFULLY SETS DOWN ONE OF ITS FILIAL PAILS, THEN RINGS THE DOORBELL.] 99< [The drones are not picky. One will descend upon any residence upon which it does not sense the pheromones of another drone, indicating that it has already been recently visited. It is for this reason that it is not recommended to wash one's hive or perform heavy yardring-work in the wipe following a drone visitation. The drone will approach the first troll it spots and demand filial tribute.] 99< [AN ANNOYED LOOKING TEALBLOOD, SEEMINGLY CAUGHT MID-ARGUMENT WITH A TROLL FURTHER WITHIN THE HIVE OPENS THE DOOR. HIS EXPRESSION DROPS AT THE SIGHT OF THE DRONE AND HE IMMEDIATELY SLAMS THE DOOR SHUT. AFTER A BEAT HE OPENS IT AGAIN, FORCING A SMILE.] 99< [The troll will be given a short amount of time to contact and summon its matesprit and/or kismesis and/or any trolls who may substitute in. If the troll fails to summon mates in a timely manner, or if it and its mates fail to fill both buckets expediently then it will be unceremoniously culled.] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: THE DRONE, BARELY ABLE TO FIT INSIDE THE HIVE, IS SITTING POLITELY ON A NOW CRUSHED COUCH. THE TEAL IS PACING BACK AND FORTH, YELLING AT SOMEONE ON HIS PALMHUSK. A CERULEAN IS FAWNING OVER THE DRONE, OFFERING IT TEA AND OTHER PALTRY SUNDRIES. IT IGNORES HIM.] 99< [There are many who have difficulty understanding why being unable to provide should lead to culling. One must understand that mere strength, speed, or wit are not enough of a boon on their own. Trolls are an antisocial species by nature, but hierarchy and command structures are strictly enforced. If a troll is unable to cooperate well enough with others to find even two individuals willing to copulate with it, then it cannot be trusted to cooperate in its position on a warship or the battlefield.] 99< [A proper servant to Her Imperious Condescension must understand that trolls working towards a common goal (that is to say, total dominion over the galaxy), are much more useful than a "lone howlbeast," "loose cannon," who "doesn't play by the rules." You are not special. You are a small cog in a great and terrible machine. ] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: THE TEAL AND CERULEAN ARE COPULATING. THE LEVEL OF EROTICISM ON DISPLAY IS THE SAME AS THAT OF A NATURE DOCUMENTARY. IT IS CLINICAL, UGLY, AND FULL OF FEAR. THE DRONE WATCHES IMPASSIVELY. THE BUCKET MARKED WITH A RED HEART IS FILLED. THE CAMERA ZOOMS IN TO SHOW THE SWIRL OF COLORS MIXING.] 99< [If a troll is only able to fill a single pail then the material is not wasted. It will be put to use the same as the rest. However, with only flushed or pitch material added to the slurry, it is unlikely that any grub will take on the genotype of the donator.] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: TIME HAS RUN OUT. THE FRUSTRATED DRONE STANDS UP FROM THE COUCH AND LUNGES TOWARDS THE HALF-DRESSED, BREATHLESS COUPLE. IT RIPS EACH APART AS EASILY AS TISSUE PAPER. THE SCREAMS DO NOT LAST LONG. IT SLAMS EACH CORPSE AGAINST THE FLOOR, OVER AND OVER, UNTIL THE BODIES ARE UNRECOGNIZABLE MUSH. IT PICKS UP THE FILLED PAIL. IT PAUSES FOR A MOMENT, THEN DAINTILY PICKS UP ONE OF THE IGNORED TEA CUPS. IT DOWNS IT IN ONE GULP, PICKS UP THE REMAINING PAIL, THEN FLIES STRAIGHT UPWARDS, BURSTING OUT THE CEILING.] 99< [The single mate of such an unfortunate troll becomes collateral damage. Being able to work with others is not enough on its own. One must also be able to choose their associates wisely. It does one no good to associate with antisocial elements. Thus, both trolls are removed from the gene pool.] 99< [That will be all for now. The next video will showcase how genetic material is turned into the incestuous slurry we all know and love, and how a mother grub transforms this into new young. As always, questions, comments, and feedback below are most welcome. I have been your host, Head Archivist Zervar Burouh.] 99< [#BroodingCavernsDocumentary #Continus-IV #Poachers #FilialPails #ImperialDrones #Pheromones #GeneticMaterial #IncestuousSlurry #NSFW #Violence #Gore] Őoo
