Zervar Burouh

Zervar Burouh

5 days ago

@gravitationallyCinematic[GC]

99< [((#this-stuff-is-happening-to-grubs #cw-animal-death #cw-child-abuse #depending-on-your-opinion #death #gore #violence #blood #horror #body-horror #substance (light mention) #cw-needles #cw-cannibalism))] 99< [PLAYBACK BEGINS: THE SCENE OPENS WITH AN ABOVE GROUND SHOT OF THE MOTHER GRUB'S PERSONAL CAVERN. THE GROUND SEEMS TO MOVE LIKE RAINBOW COLORED GRASS, HUE CONSTANTLY SHIFTING. JADEBLOODS WADE THROUGH THE COLORS; SOME WIELD BROOMS, SOME HOSES, SOME MODIFIED BUTTERFLY NETS AND CLUNKY BACKPACKS. THE CAMERA SLOWLY GETS CLOSER AND CLOSER TO THE GROUND. CLARITY INCREASES. RATHER THAN GRASS, THE MOVEMENT COMES FROM AN UNENDING WAVE OF WIGGLERS, SCUTTLING OUTWARDS FROM THE CENTER OF THE CAVERN, AWAY FROM THE MOTHERGRUB. ONE JADEBLOOD SWINGS HER NET, CAPTURING WHAT MUST BE AT LEAST A HUNDRED OF THE MINISCULE NEWHATCHES, THEN DUMPS THEM ALL INTO HER BACKPACK. THE EDITING IS STRANGE, WITH MANY QUICK, NEEDLESS CUTS TO DIFFERENT ANGLES.] 99< [The first few instants after a wiggler is expelled from one of the mother grub's many orifices are of vital import to its continued survival. The majority of wigglers will not leave the cavern they were hatched in. The first order of business is nutrients. The mother grub spares no more than she must for each wiggler; they will need to eat to even have the energy to escape. The best first meal for any wiggler is its own discarded egg sac. These contain many vital nutrients that may be reclaimed to help the grub grow. However, the speed at which new wigglers are hatched ensures there is always more than enough competition for this valuable resource.] 99< [This is the first check for good genes a wiggler will experience. Is the wiggler fast enough to grab a sac and run? Is the wiggler sneaky enough to steal the prize from another? Clever enough to create a distraction? Perhaps strong enough to fend off rivals. On rare instances one might even be lucky enough to spot a wiggler with an aptitude for leadership which can form a small gang.] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: THE VIEW FOCUSES ON A YELLOWBLOODED WIGGLER. IT IS VERY, VERY TINY. IT HAS A MESSY MOP OF HAIR COVERING ITS EYES AND TWO V-SHAPED HORNS. IT IS SURROUNDED BY A STAMPEDE OF WIGGLERS ON ALL SIDES, IMPEDING ITS OWN MOTION, BUT IT IS MANAGING TO SQUEAK AND CHITTER ENOUGH TO GET THE ATTENTION OF A FEW OTHER WIGGLERS. THERE IS A JADEBLOOD, NEARLY BALD, WITH A SINGLE HANDLE SHAPED HORN CONNECTING TO BOTH SIDES OF ITS HEAD. THERE IS A PURPLEBLOOD WITH CURLS POKING THROUGH A SERIES OF COMBOVER SHAPED HORNS. THERE IS A BRONZEBLOOD WITH CHOPPY HAIR AND HORNS SHAPED LIKE TWIGS. THE THREE LISTEN TO THE MUSTARDBLOOD, OCCASIONALLY CHIRPING IN RESPONSE TO IT. THE EDITING CONTINUES TO BE ODD, WITH THE OCCASIONAL SEEMINGLY POINTLESS CUT.] 99< [This is also a test of greed. No matter how strong a wiggler might be, if it over-indulges it will find difficulty defending itself. The second-best meal in this cavern, after the egg sacs, is another wiggler.] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: THE CAMERA CUTS TO A LARGE INDIGO WHICH HAS SUCCESSFULLY BULLIED MANY OTHER GRUBS AWAY FROM A PILE OF EGG SACS. IT IS ABOUT TWICE AS LARGE AS THE REST OF THE GRUBS, MAKING IT ABOUT THE SIZE OF A THUMB. IT GORGES ITSELF ON THE SACS AND REVELS IN ITS GOOD FORTURE. SUDDENLY, THE PURPLE WIGGLER FROM BEFORE CRAWLS IN FRONT OF IT AND LETS OUT AN ADORABLOODTHIRSTY ROAR OF CHALLENGE. THE INDIGO BELLOWS AND BEGINS MOVING TOWARDS THIS THREAT. AS IT STANDS, THE JADE AND BRONZE LUNGE AT IT FROM BEHIND, EACH BITING DOWN ON A LEG. IT WHIMPERS IN RESPONSE THEN WHEELS AROUND, FIXATED ON THIS NEW THREAT. THE PURPLE LIFTS ITSELF ONTO ITS HIND LEGS THEN SLAMS DOWN ON THE INDIGO'S BACK. ITS FRONT LEGS PIERCE IT, DRAWING A TWIN TRICKLES OF BLOOD. IT CRIES OUT AGAIN AS IT SHAKES THE LOWERBLOODS OFF ITS LEGS.] 99< [THE MUSTARD MAKES ITSELF KNOWN AS IT CHARGES INTO THE INDIGO, GORING ITS SIDE WITH ITS HORNS. THIS IS ENOUGH OF A DISTRACTION FOR THE JADE AND BRONZE TO GET BACK TO WORK. THEY PEEL OFF LEGS, ONE BY ONE, AS THE PURPLE GNAWS ON THE INDIGO'S FACE. WITH A FINAL PATHETIC WHIMPER THE INDIGO SUCCUMBS TO BLOOD LOSS AND EXHAUSTION. THE GOLDBLOOD STRUGGLES TO FREE ITSELF FROM ITS SIDE AS THE PURPLE AND BRONZE START PULLING THE INDIGO IN HALF. THE JADE CRAWLS AROUND TO HELP FREE THE YELLOW, WHICH GIVES AN APPRECIATIVE CHIRP. THE QUARTET RIP APART THE INDIGO, REVEALING A MUSH OF BLUE BLOOD AND STILL UNDIGESTED SACS. THEY EACH EAT THEIR FILL, BUT NO MORE. THE CARRION IS ALREADY ATTRACTING SCAVENGERS, READY TO ENCROACH UPON THE FEAST, AND FIGHT FOR IT. THE FOUR LEAVE THE REMAINS TO JOIN THE RUSHING WAVE OF GRUBS, BUT STICK CLOSE TOGETHER. ] 99< [IN THE MASS OF GRUBS SOME NIP OR BITE AT THEIR NEIGHBORS. SOME ARE FLUNG THROUGH THE AIR WITH NASCENT PSIONICS. SOME ARE EATEN. ANY WHICH TRY ANYTHING WITH THE QUARTET ARE MET WITH A SWIFT REPRISAL BY ANOTHER OF THE BAND.] 99< [The cavern floor is quickly coated with a sticky mix of blood, up to half a Tiny Imperial Measurement Unit (TIMU) deep closest to the mother grub. The calories gained from fully devouring another grub or even half an egg sac will be enough for a wiggler to escape, assuming they can avoid a fight. Those unfortunate or weak enough to not get either will have to make due with lapping up the blood.] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: THE CAMERA VIEW PULLS AWAY, THOUGH THE QUARTET REMAINS IN VIEW. ONCE FAR ENOUGH AWAY THE ODD CUTS DISAPPEAR. IT FLIES AHEAD OF THEIR TRAJECTORY, CLOSER TO THE WALLS OF THE CAVERN, AND A FEW JADEBLOODED TROLLS IN COVERALLS COME INTO VIEW.] 99< [There are many tasks jadebloods must carry out in the mother grub's chamber: the most important is feeding. The mother grub is kept nourished on a nutrient sludge that has been bio-engineered to keep it fertile, placid, and healthy. While not officially condoned, some caverns have been known to toss wiggler corpses that haven't yet been scavenged into the mix. Depending on the cavern the sludge is then either baked into different shapes, generally beetles, that mimic the mother grub's "natural" diet, or it is administered intravenously.] 99< [Next in importance is collection. ] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: THE CAMERA FOLLOWS THE QUARTET FROM A GRUB'S EYE VIEW. THE CAVERN WALLS ARE IN SIGHT, WITH FLICKERING LIGHT SHINING FROM DIFFERENT CAVE ENTRANCES. SOME ARE WIDE OPEN WHILE SOME ARE TINY CRACKS, BARELY LARGE ENOUGH FOR A WIGGLER TO SQUEEZE THROUGH. THEY GET CLOSER AND CLOSER, THE JADEBLOODS AHEAD LOOK SO MASSIVE FROM THIS HEIGHT, THE JADES TURN TOWARDS THEM, ONE SMILES- THE CAMERA IS SUDDENLY CAUGHT BY THE SWING OF A NET. THE QUARTET- NO, THE TRIO, LOOK UP WITH A MIX OF INDIGNATION, OUTRAGE, AND FEAR. THERE IS A MUSTARD, A JADE, AND A PURPLE WIGGLER. THE CAMERA CUTS BACK TO THEIR PERSPECTIVE. THE MATURE JADEBLOOD HOLDS A NET FULL OF WIGGLERS, WITH THE BRONZE'S FACE VISIBLE NEAR THE BOTTOM. IT KNOWS NOT WHAT IS TO COME BUT IT KNOWS TO BE VERY, VERY AFRAID. SOME GRUBS SPILL OUT OVER THE TOP AND REJOIN THE MOB. WHEN THEY MOLT THEY WILL NOT REMEMBER HOW CLOSE THEY WERE.] 99< [Cavern collecterrors station themselves far enough from the cavern walls that the wave of wigglers remains tidal, but close enough that only fattened up wigglers will be left. With a single swing of their nets a whole slew of grubs are captured. These grubs are processed on the spot for efficiency's sake.] 99< [THE OLDER JADEBLOOD DUMPS THE LOAD OF GRUBS INTO HER BACKPACK. THE CAMERA FOLLOWS THE BRONZEBLOODED WIGGLER, BUT THE TRIO CAN BE SEEN FLEEING AS THE VIEW SHIFTS. THE YELLOW LOOKS BACK ONCE, THEN CONTINUES.] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: THE CAMERA SWIVELS AROUND BEHIND THE COLLECTERROR AND THE SCENE SHIFTS FROM LIVE FOOTAGE TO SLIGHTLY CHUNKY CGI. EVERYTHING IS RENDERED IN WIRE FRAME, EXCEPT THE WIGGLERS. THE BRONZE IS FOLLOWED, BUT DOZENS UNDERGO THE SAME PROCESS. THE PROCESS PROCEEDS IN FULL, GORY DETAIL AS IT IS NARRATED.] 99< [The torso pillar rucksack of the collecterrors contains a highly specialized bio-machine called a "baby thresher". The first chamber has a floor at a steep angle. Various pheromones are used to separate wigglers by caste and corral them through one of ten different exits. Higherbloods have exits towards the top, such that as they push other wigglers down the lowerbloods among them are moved closer to their own exits. Those which fail to escape, or which are already dead or dying, slide to the bottom and fall into a separate chamber.] 99< [The mixed caste chamber contains a simple set of piston powered walls. They mash the corpses within to a pulp which drains out the bottom. A series of sieves separate out blood, tissue, bone matter, and horn keratin, which is all mixed and collected for later use. The baby thresher comes equipped with many jars to hold the collected materials.] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: THE BRONZE WIGGLER, IN CGI BUT STILL MORE REAL THAN THE WIRE FRAMES, IS USHERED ALONGSIDE ITS PEERS INTO THE BRONZE CHAMBER. ONCE THROUGH THE ENTRANCE IT IMMEDIATELY FALLS INTO A PIT, ENSURING THERE IS NO HOPE FOR CLIMBING BACK OUT.] 99< [Each caste is sorted into a similar chamber. Lowerblood chambers are equipped to handle a great quantity of wigglers, but otherwise they are identical. Hollow needles extend from the walls of the chamber and extract the blood from the wigglers. A carefully calibrated timer ensures that only just enough is taken so as to not cull the wigglers. Once the needles retract the weakened wigglers are attracted, again via pheromone, into a new chamber. Those which refuse to exit or which perish before exiting will be eaten by the next cohort; the self-cleaning capabilities of the baby thresher are one of its key advantages over previous collection methods.] 99< [THE BRONZE WAILS AND SQUIRMS AS IT IS PUNCTURED MANY TIMES OVER AND SUCKED DRY. IT IS A HUSK BY TIME THE NEEDLES RETRACT, FLESH ALMOST GREY. WHEN THE PASSAGE IN FRONT OF IT OPENS IT MOVES AS FAST AS ITS WEAKENED STATE WILL ALLOW. IT WEARS A FACE OF HOPE. IT IS SURE THERE IS ESCAPE AHEAD. IT IS SURE ITS COMPANIONS ARE WAITING FOR IT. IT REALIZES TOO LATE THAT THE NEXT CHAMBER IS ANOTHER PIT AND IS PUSHED IN BY THE BRONZES BEHIND IT. IT IS GROUND BETWEEN TWO SPIKED ROLLERS, SEEMINGLY MADE OF SOME BUG'S SHELLS, AND DEPOSITED IN A PILE OF GORE AND OFFAL.] 99< [The remains of the grubs are collected in their own separate containment units. The small size of the newhatches ensure it takes an entire night before the storage needs emptying. The jadebloods are graded harshly on the quantity and quality of their collections. The combined caste materials are exported for use in the creation of concrete, paper, and fertilizer, among other uses. The separated blood is exported as a higher price for use as paints, dyes, and grubsauce, to name a few examples. The separated offal has many different uses depending on the caste it is collected from. The export of these materials is one of the chief manners brooding caverns pay for overhead costs and bring in necessary resources such as food or personal computing devices.] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: THE WIRE FRAMES DECONSTRUCT IN A MANNER SIMILAR TO AN OLD SCREENSAVER. THE VIEW SHIFTS BACK TO REALITY, FOLLOWING THE TRIO OF GRUBS FROM BEFORE. THE HERD HAS THINNED OUT GREATLY AT THIS POINT; THE CAVERN FLOORS ARE VISIBLE. THERE ARE NO STRANGE CUTS.] 99< [Grubs which have managed to claim their first meal and dodge culling from peers or caretakers will make it to the edge of the cavern. From there, they must pick an exit. Some are dead ends; grubs instinctively refuse to return to the mother grub's chamber, so these will inevitably starve. Some exits lead immediately to predatory mold. A scant few lead deeper into the caverns, where grubs will have to fend for themselves, hunt, forage, and eventually, pupate.] 99< [THE TRIO BICKERS FOR A FEW MOMENTS ABOUT WHICH EXIT TO PICK. THE JADE WIGGLER SEEMS TO BE INTERESTED IN A MOSSY CREVASSE, THE PURPLE IN A HOLE THAT WOULD REQUIRE CLIMBING TO, AND THE MUSTARD IN A WIDE OPEN CORRIDOR. THE ARGUMENT ESCALATES TO NIPPING, BUT EVENTUALLY THEY AGREE TO GO DOWN THE WIDE CORRIDOR. THE PURPLE SEEMS ESPECIALLY HUFFY ABOUT THIS. AT LEAST, AS HUFFY AS SOMETHING THAT TINY CAN MANAGE. THE CAMERA FOLLOWS THEM IN, SHOWING HOW THE CORRIDOR QUICKLY OPENS UP INTO A GORGEOUS UNDERWATER RIVER SYSTEM, WITH OLDER AND FATTER GRUBS PLAYING, EATING, AND CULLING EACH OTHER IN THE DISTANCE. ONE GRUB IN THE UPPER LEFT CORNER OF THE SHOT GETS EATEN WHOLE BY A CARNIVOROUS PLANT. THE PLANT WALKS OUT OF FRAME. THE TRIO SETS OUT WITH A CHORUS OF SQUEAKS BUT THE CAMERA REMAINS STILL.] 99< [The journey is far from over, but grubs which escape the mother grub's chamber have a good start on life. If they've had more than one meal, even better. The next installment shall explore the early life of a proper wiggler and the hazards that come with it. I have been Head Archivist Zervar Burouh. As always, questions and comments are most welcome.] 99< [Wiggler Population Remaining: ~45%] 99< [#BroodingCavernsDocumentary #BroodingCaverns #GrubDeath #WigglerDeath #Pheromones #MotherGrub #Eggs #Hatching #Birthing #CavernJades #Collecterrors #GrubOnGrubViolence #MaterialsCollection] Őoo

Zervar Burouh

1 week ago

@gravitationallyCinematic[GC]

99< [PLAYBACK BEGINS: THE CAMERA FOLLOWS A LINE OF IMPERIAL DRONES, EACH CARRYING A FILIAL PAIL IN EACH HAND. THEY MARCH SILENTLY, SOMBERLY. THE OCCASIONAL JADEBLOOD AHEAD OF THE LINE FLEES INTO A SIDE CORRIDOR. A FEW GRUBS ARE SQUISHED UNDER THE FEET OF THE ENCROACHING DRONES.] 99< [After a drone collects genetic material it returns to the brooding caverns. Each drone will protect its pail with extreme prejudice. They march onwards, guided by pheromone trails, to the most central, secretive, and well-guarded room in any cavern system: the mother grub's chambers.] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: THE CORRIDOR OPENS UP INTO A MASSIVE ROOM, HIGH ABOVE THE GROUND. THE CEILING STRETCHES SEVERAL STORIES TALL AND THE SIZE OF AN ARENA STICKBALL STADIUM. THE FLOOR SEEMS ALMOST LIQUID, WITH EVERY COLOR OF THE HEMOSPECTRUM FLOWING FROM THE CENTER OUTWARDS. MANY JADES WADE THROUGH THE COLORS, SOME CARRYING SUPPLIES AND OTHERS NETS. IN THE CENTER IS A MASSIVE UNDULATING CREATURE, EASILY THE SIZE OF A SCHOOLFEEDING BUS. THE MOTHER GRUB HERSELF.] 99< [The drones approach from above, so as to not impede the work of the mother grub's caretakers, nor the young. A constant stream of grubs flows from the mother grub's oviducts, enough to completely cover the floor. Some jades are given the thankless task of attempting to keep the chambers clean of the blood and other leavings of the newly birthed grubs.] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: THE CAMERA FOLLOWS THE DRONES AS THEY FLY DOWNWARDS. THE MOTHER GRUB LETS OUT VARIOUS GURGLES AND COOS AT THEIR APPROACH. ONE BY ONE, EACH DRONE UNCEREMONIOUSLY DUMPS ITS BUCKETS OUT ONTO IT, COATING IT IN LOAD AFTER LOAD OF GENETIC SLURRY. THE RAINBOW OF SLIME IS UPSETTINGLY QUICKLY ABSORBED THROUGH ITS SKIN, LEAVING IT A SHINY WHITE WITHIN MOMENTS OF EACH SPLATTER. ONCE FINISHED, EACH DRONE EXITS THROUGH ANOTHER ELEVATED HOLE. THE CAMERA REMAINS ON THE MOTHER GRUB AS THEY LEAVE.] 99< [The mother grub absorbs the gathered genetic material and forms it into the famous incestuous slurry from which it forms its eggs. There are many mythconceptions about the slurry and its mechanisms. Longstanding beliefs hold that dominant genes rise to the top and recessive sink to the bottom, or that particularly intense concupscient pairings, red or black, result in more of the donators' genes being passed on.] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: THE VIEW SWITCHES TO AN ANIMATED DEPICTION OF THE MOTHER GRUB IN THE STYLE OF A BLACK AND WHITE DOODLE. IT SMILES AND THROBS TOWARDS THE CAMERA. ANIMATIONS PLAY ALONGSIDE THE VOICEOVER TO PROVIDE VISUAL AIDS FOR THE PROCESSES BEING DESCRIBED.] 99< [Firstly, whether a gene is "dominant" or "recessive" has no inherent bearing on its contribution to its owner's fitness. A dominant gene is one whose phenotype (the observable characteristic of the genotype) overrides that of a recessive gene. The phenotype of recessive genes is only observable in the absence of a dominant gene. There are further complexities and wrinkles that the interested viewer may take it upon themselves to research. Many psionic mutations are the result of several recessive genes lining up just right.] 99< [When a troll engages in intercourse their heightened emotional state makes their body create various neurotransmitters. The troll body is able to differentiate between feelings of pity and hatred; each feeling creates different chemicals. Some create euphoric feelings, some inhibit exhaustion, and some communicate with the reproductive system.] 99< [The genetic makeup of a troll is shaped like a double helix. During replication the genes separate, "unzipping" into two individual helices. Most cells in the troll body contain the double helix, but the reproductive cells contained in genetic material contain only one helix. The neurotransmitters created during intercourse spur on the creation of these single helix cells; whether the chemicals are piteous or loathing determines which half is used. Hate results in reproductive cells using the "left-handed" helix and pity in the "right-handed" helix.] 99< [Once the genmat of both parties is deposited into a filial pail they react with each other. The separate helices bond and form a new double helix structure. The bonds between left and right handed helices have been found to be weaker than left to left or right to right, causing the resulting material to be less potent. It is likely that anecdotal observation of this fact in the far past is what created the taboo of quadsmearing. More intense feelings of loathing or pity lead to increased production of their respective neurotransmitters, which in turn leads to increased production of genetic material. This provides a possible explanation for both the idea that more intense relationships create more dominant genes, and for the stigma around quadrant vacillation.] 99< [The now double-helix genetic material is then delivered to the mother grub. En route it continues to react with itself. Two double helices will line up next to each other and both unzip. They will swap bits and pieces between single helices, then rezip. The initial double helices, which all encoded the exact same information, thus become many different strands encoding different information.] 99< [Much in the same way certain animals can absorb water through the skin, so too does it absorb genetic material. The material is combined in specialized stomachs into an incestuous slurry. The intense recombination underwent within the mother grub prevents the deleterious effects of inbreeding from building up. Non-troll species often have a taboo against mating with biological ancestors, descendants, or siblings, likely stemming from the observation of these negative effects. Troll society thus lacks this taboo. The double helices again split, then recombine with helices from different troll pairings. No strand holds an inherent advantage over any other; the only factor determining how many grubs one troll might be responsible for is quantity.] 99< [After passing through several specialized organs the reproductive cells containing the newly recombined genetic material begin to multiply. Each one forms a small clump of cloned cells, becoming soft, small eggs.] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: THE VIEW SWAPS FROM THE CARTOONISH AND CUTE TO A LIVE CAMERA VIEW OF THE INTERNALS OF A MOTHER GRUB. IT IS EXTREMELY GRAPHIC.] 99< [The eggs gestate within the mother grub's warm and inviting internal ovum chambers for five to seven Standard Alternian Nights. During this time they are slowly but steadily pushed towards its oviducts. As they are squeezed out of its orifices the grubs are forcibly expelled from their egg sacs, in a manner similar to the popping of a zit, and the extraneous material falls to the ground. Any grub lucky enough to devour any discarded sac will have a fantastic start on its life.] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: THE VIEW SHIFTS TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE MOTHER GRUB. A STEADY STREAM OF THUMBNAIL SIZED GRUBS ARE SHOT OUT FROM VARIOUS ORIFICES. MOST BEGIN WIGGLING ABOUT AND FLEEING TOWARDS THE EDGE OF THE CHAMBERS THE INSTANT THEY HIT THE GROUND.] 99< [Grubs are constantly born from the mother grub as long as it is provided a steady stream of genetic material. Two pails can last a healthy mother grub for about a night; in lean times, it can hold onto material in various internal vacuoles to keep a steady drip-feed going. A properly cared for mother grub can birth upwards of twelve grubs a second.] 99< [In the next installment we shall explore the beginnings of a grub's life. As always, questions and comments are appreciated. I have been Head Archivist Zervar Burouh.] 99< [#BroodingCavernsDocumentary #FilialPails #ImperialDrones #BroodingCaverns #GrubDeath #WigglerDeath #Violence #Gore #GeneticMaterial #Pheromones #QuadrantCulture #IncestuousSlurry #MotherGrub #Incest #IncestMentionOnly #NSFW #CorrectingMisconceptions #Eggs #Hatching #Birthing #CavernJades] Őoo

Zervar Burouh

1 week ago

@gravitationallyCinematic[GC]

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

Zervar Burouh

1 week ago

@gravitationallyCinematic[GC]

99< [PLAYBACK BEGINS: A STILL VIEW OF A RED PLANET WITH A GREEN BAND THAT DISAPPEARS INTO THE SHADOW OF ITS DARK SIDE. A WARM YET DIGNIFIED VOICE NARRATES.] 99< [Continus-IV. Fourth planet from the sun of the Continus System, Galactic Position [115.74°] AO(22.3 LS), HIC(11, -0.253 LS), SSC(805.9, -0.253 LS). A planet tidally locked with its star, creating a habitable band of twilight around its meridian.] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: STOCK FOOTAGE OF A BUSY CITY AT NIGHT, THE GLOW OF THE SUN JUST BARELY PEEKING OVER THE HORIZON.] 99< [The permanent dusk allows for permanently bustling cities with businesses which never close their doors. It acts as a bureaucratic hub, a cultural hotspot, and has rich mining operations on the hot and cold sides of the planet.] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: THE VIEW DIVES THROUGH A SEWAGE DRAIN, INTO THE DARKNESS.] 99< [Its gravity and atmospheric makeup happen to be similar enough to that of Alternia that Continus-IV makes for a prime brooding world. The caverns are labyrinthian, snaking throughout the underground of the planet.] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: THE CAMERA SLOWLY MEANDERS ALONG A TUNNEL, LIT BY WARM ARTIFICIAL LIGHT.] 99< [Continus-IV hosts two mother grubs; one is hived on the hot side and the other on the cold side. Their exact locations are classified Level Emerald, known only to Continuan Head Matrons and the jades deemed trustworthy enough to work with our progenitors.] 99< [The goal of this account is to document the life of a grub, from hatch to passage, to educate the general public on brooding cavern best practices, and to create records that future generations may look back upon. There are many misconceptions about life in the caverns, for grubs and the jades that tend to them. The caverns are a microcosm of our civilization and ought be understood properly. Join me, Head Archivist Zervar Burouh, as I demystify the very place you emerged from.] 99< [The unique medium that is social media allows for a near real-time interaction between host and viewing audience. Do not be afraid to ask questions. Only a small percentage of inquiries are stupid.] 99< [#BroodingCavernsDocumentary #Continus-IV] Őoo