Sleeping is exactly what you've been very determined to do since you had woken up that night. Pretty much you'd looked out the window, seen a few shooting stars, and basically decided NOPE. If this apocalypse you'd heard so much about was actually happening, you wanted no part of it. Instead you'd collapsed on your trusty PILE OF CANDY WRAPPERS and pretty much willed yourself to sleep.
Why the pile and not a recuperacoon? Well, you don't have one. But that's okay, because you've never really needed one. Ever since you were little, you've never had the violent dreams that plague your kind, in fact you never really remembered your dreams. It pretty much just felt like you spent every night trying to get to sleep, with very little results, until suddenly you woke up. If you thought about it really hard, sometimes you'd remember that things looked oddly purple while you tried to go to sleep, but you never thought much of it.
Anyway, there is basically nothing that could wake you up from this power nap you've forced yourself to take, unless of course--
Welp, it seems like a meteor just crashed into the river not far from your hive and WOW was that loud. Yeah, there's pretty much no way you're getting back to sleep after that, especially that now your LUSUS is freaking out and making quite a racket, being as big as she is.
Might as well sign on and troll some chumps for what's probably the last time. Not like you care about them or anything.
laxPolygraph has signed on.
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