we were in what looked like my parents back yard and had a plan to take over a moth nest for food. the goal was to battle them for a while and weaken and distract them while someone came up from behind and smaked them olll out without the king getting away. some owls were helping us and someone was shooting arrows into the walls for people to perch on. after a while i went over by the side of the nest and started adding layers of protective clothing on. thic jeans, sweater, sno wpants that were way too large. i preppped my smoke can and then currled alll the way inside the snow pants, closing the top off so they couldnt et ni. looking through the fabric i slowly inched behind the hive and then surprised them with smoke. nons of moths started piling out and making a run for it but i wore them out too quick with the smoke gun, and most of them immidately gve up. there was one that had previously broken my wrist who kept trying to get up and run, and i kept blasting him with more smoke. someone with me came over and pointed out that ever since tat moth had broken my wirst it ha d beenp ublic eniemy number 1, so i t was nice to finally catch him. we only had a photograph of the king’s hand tattoo, and i thik i saw him trying to sneak away and get blasted right before waking up.
Goddamn I'm amazing.