When the Colony gathers in the tunnels outside the ravaged outpost, we quickly take stock before we march through the tunnels. It’s quite an inspiring sight to me, the long column of ants pouring through the tunnels, obliterating everything they find. My pets and I bring up the rear and it’s great to finally get a chance to take a …

The leading triad each stare daggers at me as my siblings sweep through their office, crawling over the walls. They probe every surface for potential valuables leaving no stone unturned. Already various items have been snatched up in greedy mandibles and carted away under the disbelieving eyes of the Shapers. I doubt this is how they expected a monster invasion …

Anger boils inside me at the thought that these moronic Shapers would dare to kill my siblings! Outrageous! They’ve nobody to blame for their current circumstances but themselves, I’ve no pity for them at all. My attitude toward the Golgari is hardening at a frightening pace. If I hadn’t had such positive experiences with Granin and his triad then there’s …

We get in and we get out. That’s the fundamental truth of this raid and I’m going to stick to it like a sticky substance applied to another, less sticky thing. There must be a better analogy, but I’m too pumped up to iron it out right now. It takes a little convincing but eventually we get Sarah down into …

Sarah was afraid. Although, just saying that didn’t mean much. She may as well have said “Sarah was breathing”, because she was always afraid. Always. She’d been afraid for so long that she no longer remembered what had first caused her to fear. She no longer remembered what it was that she feared the most. Her life, her first life, …

“How was I supposed to know he was going to escape?” Granin said. “You think he was likely to admit such a thing right before he attempted it?” “I’ve had reports that much of the mental communication between yourself and the ant were shielded from prying. Why would that be?” Gravus rumbled, uncharacteristically keeping his temper in check. Granin’s eyes …

[DAMMIT CRINIS! I can’t see!] [It’s fine!] [How is it fine?!] [IT JUST IS!] [No! How the heck can I fight if I can’t see the enemy?! What is even happening?!] [I’ll fight for you! You don’t need to do anything!] [Are you kidding me?! There’s no way you can take them all on by yourself!] [Watch me!] [I CAN’T!] …

The proud Golgari scion charges headfirst toward me, his fancy blade dancing in his hands. This guy really is stupid. Baited so easily, by a monster no less. I suppose I should consider myself lucky that he’s diving in so recklessly, it’s what I want after all. What I didn’t expect was that the rest of the triads in front …

Gah! This is just getting worse and worse. I refuse to get pulled down by these damn Golgari again. I can almost feel the stony morons closing in from every direction. The tunnels must be loaded with these hunting triads, Warriors and Shapers alike. If they sent out four triads to hunt me the first time, how many are they …

Of course they don’t want to fight, why would they want to fight? All they have to do is keep us here until more of their stupid triads show up. If I was them, I wouldn’t fight me either! Argh! What the heck am I going to do now? My mind spins as another triad of Warriors straightens up behind …