(Long) This is an entirely true account of a destructive event which took place right before my eyes.

The day had started magnificently. We had just found the treasure load of all feast. It was enough food to last us a full year maybe more. We fought and worked and lifted up to 8 times our weight in food to bring it back to camp. But we got greedy. We should have worked as a team to break down our parcel so that everyone bring back a piece. But our ego got the best of us. We brought our pride and joy, our kings to be so that together they could bring back their prize in one piece and show their strenght to the rest of camp. As they were in full force trying their might but they had barely moved an inch. Then it came. That murderous wind swept it way in the field and on their feast and instantly killed most who were present. Those that survived still breathed in the harsh chemicals, and cancer sores appeared all over their bodies. They would ramp until they couldn’t take it anymore and they screamed in agony as their body gave out. The high and mighty warriors still alive took one last look at their monstrosity of a feast, now covered in that poisonous goo and set out to find survivors. As they viewed in dismay the bodies everywhere, a sudden force smashed the body of our last warrior. The force was of such velocity that the limbs compressed into a thousand pieces amoung the ground. It had been such a beautiful day... The true account of ants that found a piece of goat cheese on the ground, but that i then proceeded to kill with raid and my sandal…