MICROQUEST

Eat the grass.

>>1504037
look around.

Try and break one of those sharp rocks to use as a means of defense/hunting

>>1504320
Still pretty sure that's grass.

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>>1504283
The grub looks up for a moment, this has always been the world as he knows it. The large wood cluster to the right was the home of it's supposed parents and grandparents.
The grub is happy, the sun is bright today.

>>1504037
Try to found some food

>>1504358
Seconding >>1504411

>>1504369
This. Stuff face with delicious morsels and grow stronk

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>>1504358
Looking up made it notice a patch of seemingly tasty grass nearby.

>>1504420
Eat it!

>>1504420
Nom that tasty shoot growing to the left

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>>1504442
>>1504424
>>1504369
>>1504416
It is the tastiest thing the grub has eaten in the past five minutes.

>>1504468
Search for shelter. A small burrow under a stone will do for us

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>>1504481
The tube of mush remembers back to it's previous dighole. It was taken over by a mole cricket, he thinks to himself that maybe sleeping in this area isn't the best idea.

>>1504648
Reflect upon your people. What happened to the other bugs?

>>1504648
Move on to safer areas. Dig a small burrow under a stone and try to collect thorns to put around entrance.

>>1504713
>>1504726
Try doing both!

IS THREAD KILL!?!?!?!

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>>1504713
Even when trying his darndist, this crumb-faced gremlin can't remember too many of the specifics. He was hardly 'home' for long. Despite this, there's an image clear in his mind.

Below the Earth, or more specifically, below the tree a few meters to his right, there once stood a series of sprawling burrows and tunnels, some better crafted than others. Bugs, similar to him, yet incredibly different at the same time went about their business each and every day, firmly planted in their routine lifestyles. At least from what he'd seen.

This wasn't built to last, dirt crumbling down upon their homes, pained gasps and whines echoing throughout the bug-made caverns, and the memory that rings clearest of all, the feeling of an overwhelming, all-encompassing heat.

[To be continued whenever, probably tomorrow]

Rest in spaghetti, Never forgetti
In loving memoriam, you sweet little lamb

Is QT drawthread kill?

>>1507544
Give it a few hours.

>>1507609
How many hours must we wait?
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Ok It's dead

It so very dead