Let our voices ring out in one last lament, for our mighty Queen is dead
Or dying
Or dying-but-soon-dead
And there is nothing we can do to save her.
The workers rage above with no loving mind to control them, no honeyed touch to calm their savage fury. My army has deserted me without her to make them recognize my authority. They follow the scent of the human scum that killed our Queen, intent on making these foul servants of the Great Enemy pay. I am a General stripped of her troops. I want to follow them, to revel in this final bloodshed before we all fall crushed beneath the boot of Man--
But
One last dying command.
I must find the Scribe below.
The Queen has whispered sleep, sleep, even in her dying throes.
Travel down down down down down below
Beneath the Sacred Honey Pools to combs so low, so drenched with the stuff of life itself that our wings may end their buzzing and our eyes their sulphurous glow
And we may sleep sleep sleep sleep sleep, undisturbed so deep that we will not awaken until a new Queen comes.
And one day a new Queen will come, and we will rise again, I to my armies and the Scribe to the walls to record our glorious victories anew.
For next time they will be victories, great conflicts in which we shall banish the Great Enemy once and for all, a loving Queen there to shape our minds and lead us. And then the human race shall be remade, and all will revel in this, the greatest of glories—
But for now, as the workers rage above and the Great Enemy consumes all in its white hot jaws, we sink below
This is log number 1 because I am number 1 and what I say goes.
So here goes.
The events at Bee Facility #2 today saddened me, but you know what? It was all fine in the end. We broke even. We can afford to rebuild a forest. I mean, we have to wait a bit, but planting trees? Nothing bad.
It was nice having everything fall into plan. Michi died, and everyone was betting she'd live, Esrever blowing up Station Zzzzzzz actually made us even more bucks than it was worth. He may have got away, even survived those last final traps, but you know what? I think it's all fine. So I may not have been the only person with a happy ending. So what. I only care about the people's lives if they make me money.
Here I am, listening to Pumpkin Tide, plotting my next gambling-based cash cow... I think I need to change my game from bees to something else. I hate bees. Severe apiphobia. Guess I should admit that part of the whole reasoning behind this was to make people as afraid of bees as I was of them. Didn't work, what with the beeslayer, but hey you win some you lose some.
And that weird mother bee thing was slain, too. That plan worked nicely.
It was a real shame nobody found the SECRET WEAPON in Station D. Ah well, maybe I could use it later, hold kansas hostage. But that's not my next evil plan. Commisioning a 5,000,000$ budget movie written and directed by M. Night Shyamalan, and starring Nicholas Cage is.
But first things first. I've got to hunt down that intern. Even if I have to use my bear hands.
