Hitting The Reset Button On My Life!

Yesterday was amazing!

Since restarting this life of mine I have encountered so many wonderful things!
I started off the day meeting one of the most interesting people in Caledon: Lady Ordinal Malaprop!

She invents guns and firearms as well as other sophisticated items. And to coin an overused phrase: is quite a bit ahead of her time. We had an interesting conversation at her shop.

[11:49] You: I once got the notion to use a series of magnets to "pull" a bullet through a series of rails, so that the final speed of the round could exceed that of an ordinary shell. Also it would make the gun quieter as the only sound it would make would be that of the sonic barrier being breached.
[11:49] You: But I dismissed the idea as absolutely silly.
[11:49] You: I mean really. Magnets?
[11:50] Ordinal Malaprop: Rather weak things all told, unless there is some sort of rare earth that one could use.
[11:50] Ordinal Malaprop: And then the whole thing would collapse.
[11:51] You: Yes and considering my construction, I'm afraid I would get large sections of the gun jammed into my body in a very uncomfortable and perhaps comical manner.
[11:51] Ordinal Malaprop: Mind you, well, I do have my balloon platform, but that is not what one would call strictly magnetic force, or else the entire building would collapse.
[11:51] Qlippothic Projects nods
[11:51] Ordinal Malaprop: And also not very fast.
[11:52] You: Actually I tend to not enjoy magnets as a rule. For some reason I can never remember what I was doing with the magnets. Its like parts of my memory are totally erased by them.
[11:52] Ordinal Malaprop: How peculiar! I can't imagine why that might be.
[11:52] Qlippothic Projects shrugs
[11:52] You: I did try to start a magnet collection once but I cant recall where I left it.

Later in the day I along with a few other amateur detectives were asked to solve a fictional murder that had occurred in Caledon. the clues were very difficult to find and even with my superior senses it was difficult to find them all.

In the end I was down to two weapons and two suspects, and my battery charge was dangerously low. So I reported my deductions to Lady Darkling and hoped I would be correct.

I WAS!

Though a reward was offered, I think the idea of the bragging rights and sense of accomplishment was even better. Retiring to my recharging area atop the house I slept a short time.

When I awoke later I met up with father again, and we proceeded to Mr. Hotspur O'Toole's Birthday party. It was a very wild and festive occasion where we celebrated by dancing and engaging in something called Amish Rake Fighting.

I also met a couple of very special friends from my past. Captain Bohemia, and Mr. Hassanov, were there to dance with me, as was Neome!

I felt a little strange because these people were all very special to Qli, and I felt worried they would be disappointed with me. Afterall, I do not have Qli's memories and I can never be the Qli they knew and loved. But, I found them to be very accepting and lovely.

I look forward to my further adventures in this strange new land and body.
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New Beginnings And Old Friends

It has been a few days since my conciousness transferred itself to the soul-chip of my friend Qli. Our bodies seem to have partially merged, with some backwards and forwards modification in technology present.

However, of the two of us it seems only my conciousness survived. True some things from Qli are still within me, I consider Dr. Mason to be Father because even humans refer to their creator as Father. But certain relationships and former friendships are not present within my memory.

In rebuilding my life, I have also modified the chassis in which I now reside, using elements of the strange aetherwork technology, and my own advanced microsystems. This has resulted in some alteration in my appearance, and dress.

Father has begun introducing me as Qli 2.0, which I think is very cute. Qli had many friends, many I do not know. I will endeavor to get to know them all. Though I can never be the Qlippothic they knew and loved, I am eager to be worthy of their friendship.

Speaking of new beginnings, Father and I visited Steelhead Harbor last night. It is a raw, unspoiled landscape, ripe for creation. I am eager to see the uses it is put to.

Rescue Gone Awry (a change of cast)

Some paradigms shifts are subtle, like Steelhead transforming from the Wierd Wild West into Gaslamp Fantasy. But when the city of Hostel was catapulted overnight from the 19th century into the 21st, there was chaos.

Buildings erupted from the ground. Circuitry ripped asunder the cobblestone streets like the roots of alien weeds. Lycans that normally knew know fear raced in terror through the maze of streets that writhed like serpents shedding scales of rock for polymer. Vampires fell out of their ejected coffins as graveyards spat out their tenants, stone memorials tossing about like massive dice on giant's casino table. Feral cats yowled in terror as millenia of evolution occured in the course of an hour, growing them into full-sized, very irate nekos. Humans wandered about dazed from the shock of Reality melding metal and microprocessors to flesh.

Qlippothic appeared in the mist of this chaos in an explosion of lightning, her brass and gears shining in a realm where her definition was changing from innvative to obselete in the tick of melting timepiece.

"Nova! Nova Sakigake!"

She grabbed her artificial companion's hand.

"You are not safe here! You will be safe at the Bloodwing Foundation!"

Qli initiated the dimensional escape just as a tidalwave of circuitry inundated them both. They held each other's wrists tightly as they catapulted through the void of Absolute Elsewhere. Their features and attachments changed to orbs and floated around them.

"Our construct integrities are compromised!" Qli shouted, her voice distorted in the Paradox around them. "Redoubling Probability Shield Strength!"

The gynoids were pulled closer together by their strengthened bubble of gravity. Unidentifiable components still floated away in a trail behind them through the chronosphere. Brass, steel, chrome and silicon intermingled like melting wax.

"Temporal beacon located", the two voices said as one. "Critical loss of matter: fifty-six percent. We will not survive the transisiton back to reality!"

Qlippothic's voice spoke after an unmeasurable silence. "Reconfiguration will occur automatically, expect amalgamation into a single construct. It is our only chance."

"The only other option is total annihlation...proceed with amalgamation."

There was a flash of galvanic energy, and a familiar figure of brass stood in the den of the Bloodwing Foundation. Coal-red eyes scanned the envoronment.

"Qlippothic?" She asked in a voice more British than the American dialect she was taught. "Unable to locate...Location confirmed. Zero metres from present location...ERROR! ERROR! Qlippothic? Do you read? Qlippothic???"

PR Imperfect!

Baron Wulfenbach just passed me this news clipping from Prim Perfect magazine, and I nearly choked on my chrome cakes!

Theodore Crates, Chief of the Caledon Volunteer Fire Brigade, points out that he's a steampunk android - so it should be obvious!

Either someone is involved in sloppy journalism or there is an impostor on the loose! When I finish rechanging this evening I must get to the bottom of this!

Father! Help me get back in my humanoid form! And where is my axe??

~Captain Q. Projects, CVFB

Miracle on Polymath Street

[20:54] Santa: Erm, Hello, little... thing?
[20:54] Santa: is it even possible for you to sit in this guise?
[20:55] Santa Ho Ho Hos warily...
[20:55] Qlippothic Projects: I suppose you know what I am going to ask.
[20:55] Santa: GOMPH!!!!
[20:55] Santa: you're a tad.. heavier than my usual...
[20:55] Santa feels his knees compress
[20:56] Qlippothic Projects: That is exactly the problem, Mr. Claus. Or is it Nicholas?
[20:56] Santa gasps.. contrary to popular belief.. I'm not omniscient.
[20:56] Santa: I just.. .have.... a very good ... surveillance department.
[20:57] Santa: mind shifting to the other knee before it crushes? Oh, thank you.
[20:57] Qlippothic Projects: Well, I would like to be changed back into my humanoid form
[20:57] Santa: As a Christmas present?
[20:57] Qlippothic Projects: If that is what it takes
[20:57] Santa: You realize that this might be a bit outside the purview of North Pole Limited, er.. Miss?
[20:58] Qlippothic Projects: You do make robotic toys?
[20:58] Qlippothic Projects: even a tiny one would be better than this
[20:58] Santa: we normally deal in the odd toy doll, toy gun, clockwork...
[20:58] Santa: Robots??? Robots! why yes, we DO make toy robots...
[20:59] Santa: We have an entire prison camp.. er.. FACTORY jobbing out that task right now.
[20:59] Santa: Great people, the Chinese... almost as industrious as Elves.. and mostly Atheists.. imagine having to make an evening's delivery for one billion households.. Oy!
[20:59] Qlippothic Projects: Do you have a model available on site?
[21:00] Santa rubs hands gleefully.. or would.. were they not balancing a several hundred pound steambot on his person.
[21:00] Qlippothic Projects 's robotic tentacle searches Santa's sack.
[21:00] Santa: At best, we could let you see a prototype..
[21:00] Qlippothic Projects: Ah, this one is perfect
[21:00] Santa: but.. we've never tested this..
[21:00] Santa: it really is outside our line of work, Miss!
[21:00] Santa: PHEW! Thank you for shifting..
[21:01] Qlippothic Projects: Father never tested THIS either!
[21:01] Santa: Now now, be respectful to your father, that's a good little killbot.
[21:01] Qlippothic Projects extracts her soul chip and inserts it in the memory slot of the toy
[21:01] Santa: My my! What a transformation!


The spider-mech transformed into a rather large menorah when it was deactivated. The only thing I forgot to ask is if this form was made with lead paint...

Steelpunk at Steamhead

In an effort to invite more Neo-Victorians to settle in Steelhead Harborside, we threw a Steampunk-themed party last night.


I greeted guests at the door, and made sure they were dressed appropriately. Mr. Hassanov was on the guest list, but the hat had to go.

This one claims she knows Dr. Steel. I let her in.

On the Tiny List.

Everybody conga? Oh wait, it's polonaise. Isn't that what people spread on theri sandwiches in Warsaw?

In the middle of the festivities, I was summoned back to Father's lab. He gleefully tells me he has a Hanukkah present for me. I gratefully said I'd accept it. I woke up like this.

Father...I know the Spark makes you build strange things but...a spider mech?

To make matters worse, I was overcome by a hunting instinct and chased Tensai about the square.

Afterwards I visited Miss Orr to get some advice on how to deal with this new form. Her beign a shapeshifter, I've seen her powers go awry more than once. I did find I had the power to cling to the underside of skyboxes. Good I guess for when large robotic flies decide to buzz through.

Perhaps some meditation calm me enough to figure out what to do next.

Keeping the Seas Safe!

Behold the CVFB's new water vehicle, the HMS Alison Alena! (Named after a scripter who helped him design the vehicle.)

Guardian daemon and fellow Firefighter Icterus Dagger has equipped this vessel with turbine engines, a concept fully a hundred years ahead of its time! You had best hang on tightly!

Tagged by the Moon Elf

Very well..

1. When Flea Bussy built my engine, the coal chute was labelled a "chest hatch". For obvious reasons, I reconfigured it to go on my abdomen. She also built some...faucets.

2. When I founded the Caledon Volounteer Fire Department, I was trying hard to be Caledonian, a bit too hard in fact. Now I stick to writing in New World English.

3. I only worked in Le Jardin et Lumiere once, and that was as a bartender.

4. The first ball I went to in Steelhead was an outside event. The sploder was dispersing Linden dollars, and I thought it was malfunctioning. I offered to repair it, and I was dissuaded.

5. When Steelhead played Big Band music at their Formal events, people dedicated the song Steam Heat to me. I also became obsessed with finding the one they called "Nat, King of Coal".

6. I like to be addressed as Captain Projects, Qlippothic, or even Qli. I do not like being called Qlip, and especially don't like being called Qlippo!

7. I enjoy playing En Garde! Even though my technique is in dire need of improvement.

8. You will never find me in Gorean silks!

I would call out eight people, but judging by the exponential rate of this silliness, all the friends I have who write blogs have probably answered theirs already.

~Qli

Much to Be Thankful for

I am truly blessed to have a wonderful collection of family and friends in Steelhead and abroad. And as a resident of the Colonies, my circle of acquaintances will continue to grow!

In Xanthas, the Twospirit Art calendar is out in "Bettie" retro and "Modern" versions...my pose for July could match either of era, but it is a striking image in black ant white with a hint of red in the eyes.

Speaking of bodies, I visited Penzance again to get more information on CiCi. The frame is indeed multipurpose, but the "concubine" minker is to assist in advertising.


I invited one of the Baron's companions, a new construct by the name of Titania, to have a look. She was unable to stay due to difficulties with her interface, but I had my Aunt Flea send her a Rezday present *smile*



I chatted a bit with CiCi's creator, Mr. Fawkes Allen, and heard an announcement from the Guvnah. The newest Caledon sim of Morgaine was in the process of creation due west of Penzance!





I had the pleasure of meeting more Caledonians for the first time that day. I returned back to foundation and was shocked to see Father's latest purchase...it appears to be a Van Rijn Muse construct in salvageable condition! Will Father create another sibling? Will this one not wander off like the other clockworks and resuscitated organics he compulsively builds? Time will tell..

~Qli

Posings, Patrols, Pleasantries, Postulations and Puzzlement

I had become so embroiled in travails of my family that I had not been able to keep with my iwn expectations. But yesterday was quite the exception.

First, Sysperia asked me which month I wished to be for the Xanthas Muse pinup calendar...I told her June or July, since I do tend to run hot. *grin*

I took some time to don my uniform and patrol Caledon. I was shocked to find two mainlanders involved in the most unspeakable...posings on private, undeveloped land in the Cay! I grew more horrified when I heard the shuttering of their cameras! Now, I was enraged as both a Caledonian and as a professional model! I sounded the general alarm and shouted at them to cease their tasteless activities immediately. The presence of a uniformed android billowing flames and exhaust as she held back the urge to douse them with calcium carbonate was enough to force them to change venue. As they threw on some rags, rolled up their blanket and departed, a few ladies of local standing arrived to thank me for my vigilance.

Afterwards I had some warm conversations with some dear friends, including our Libarian Militant, Sir JJ Drinkwater.

Did you know JJ has his own aether journal? Now you do! It has the impeccable quality of discourse one would expect from our Champion of Literacy! www.thelibrarymilitant.net

I circled back to Penzance to examine CiCi, a new construct for sale by Fawkes Allen. I paused at the term Concubine in its title. Was it a pleasure unit? It was not human enough to pass as one at first glance...perhaps it was for a special clientele. I noted the dimensions of the abdomen. Could it be a gestational carrier? That raises more questions than it answers. I think I will investigate further.

Finally I visited Clock Island, which I had glimpsed in description from the CNN journal or our world. It is a great puzzle of MYSTical proportions. As an added challenge, the hints you find are written in Japanese...

and she wonders how she ever got here as she goes under again

I have been so busy with the family drama as of late that I haven't had much time to myself. I so wish I could tell you what happened to Dr. Mason, but I cannot. Just know that he is safe among us again.

Yesterday was a wonderful exception. I visited Caledon Penzance for the first time, it seems a festive place. I was quite impressed by the movie studio. I tried to find Emilly Orr's new storefront, but did not succeed. I did visit a Mayan exhibit in the town and spoke at length with the owner. He owns a scale model of a Mayan pyramid on a volcanic island. I sense an upcoming photo opportunity.

Speaking of which, I did have a modeling shoot at Xanthas last night. Sysperia had double-booked me with Lady Darkling,so I posed for Zoe Hartnell instead. The chemistry wasn't the same, but I think I had some good poses, including a "nude" in my brass shell, a maroon outfit in a gothic skin, and a Gigeresque jumpsuit with shades of pink and lavender. I do hope the photos turn out well.

Sysperia has asked me to host at Xanthas again on Fridays and Saturdays. I love the vibrant colors and clean lines of the place, an exact opposite of the decrepit, roach-infested warehouse my Demonfather's been hosting in.

After the shoot I paid a visit to Mr. Expedition Offcourse in Caledon Steam Sky City. I discussed my desire to have a flame retardant projector built into my exoskeletal arm, or at least some form of portable device to the same effect. An added bonus would be a scripted fire to extinguish. Dr. Mason tells me he saw just such a script in the Deadwood sim.

Koen has been sent to Transylvania on a mission by Bloodwing. Apparently, Dr. Jeremiah Mason's experiments with immortality included dabblings in Vampirism.

It's all so frustrating. Sometimes I feel like I'm playing one of Colonel Hotspur's silly card games where the rules change with every turn. Or that we're playing one of those carnival games where you try to "whack-a-mole", except I'm hammering Hydra's heads!

~Qli

P.S. The mysterious red tide in Steelhead has subsided. So much for going against the Elements.

When the Veil is Thinnest

Things seemed a bit more surreal than usual last night. Instead of wearing masks, people came closer to share their true selves. Identities blurred, Devas spoke of pain through Avatars. Work performed is mundane offices was performed as favor in the Shared Dream. Was it the Baron or the Amazon than took me shopping for a new sense of poise? Was it Qli or my Higher Being that reached out to a friend, battered and bruised by betrayal?

In the industrial park of Babbage I witnessed the end of Nature's rites performed and pyres vanish with the digital dawn.

We sat and laughed in a town called Hostel that was certainly Hostile. An old town opened but that day. Victorian decay and dark metal noize. The ruler is the slave, the whore and the midnight sacrifice to the jaws of wolves.

Discussions of extending the tendrils of Europa and Bloodwing sent ripples through the pond. No place for constructs or cat-people. At least not yet.

The lava in Steelhead's Harbor is rising. I'm certain it's related to the new sims destined to rise. But this is as much water as lava. The dolphins still jump and the pier as not in ashes. Spirits are at work here.

I will become the Lava Demoness and descend into the depths to see what endangers my birthplace, and speak to it. Hopefully this will be solved peacefully.

~Qli

In Art there is Danger and Madness

After Dr. Darien Mason defeated Jeremiah with a teapot full of holy water and freed me from his trap, I rushed to Sysperia Poppy's for her invitation-only club opening in Xanthas. With multiple RL crises, computer failures, and busy shooting schedules it seems I haven't seen her in ages. But once I got there, I was cradled in the love of her and her fellow Muses.. Darkling.. Terry.. Emilly.. Neome.. Midnight.. and several Sister Muses I met for the first time.

Cellside Unknown and Sysperia played hard rock, Gothic, and Industrial 'til the wee hours. The first event was Most Dangerous..having just escaped from a house full of haunted dolls, I did feel a bit..unhinged.

She invited us to share her madness with her. And I did. The curtain of RP was drawn aside as the greatest frustrations of the Bloodwing Deva were confessed to her. She understood..especially how it is to be misunderstood as an Artist. She is dismissed by the shallow for painting in mouse-clicks and not tempura. I am chided for composing symphonies on a keyboard of letters, and not notes. And I was rewarded. She let me do what is in my family's blood. She let me become her Hostess.

Her next event was Bring your Madness. I shifted from Axe-Murdering Doll to Digital Cyborg to the Lavalust form she inspired me to build. Too disturbing for the Age of Steam, I was told. But it felt sooo good to forget the Machine in me for a while. Iason didn't seem to mind at all. *smiles*

I won the contest by a landslide, but..a trace of Caledonian in me said it just wasn't proper for the Hostess to win the contest..so I gave my share of the prize to the Lakoli and Undine. I was revived and replenished last night..in ways more fulfilling than through the tip jar.

~Qli

P.S. Saturday's event will be..how shall I say? Dressing as the other gender. Bloodwing is threatening to show up in a pink bikini. *shudder*

I'm having a Tea Party!

I'm having a Tea Party! Will you come play with me? Won't you stay and play with me? What a lovely day, to have a *click* tea party! I'm..having..help..meeee...

*hissing as serpentine jaws clench the key and twist with the click and groaning of springs*

I'm trap..! I'm having a Tea party! I'm having a Tea Party! Will you come and play with me! Won't you stay and play with me? Such a lovely day to have a *click* tea party..

*hissing and deep echoing laughter*

My Grandfather Jeremiah has kidnapped my Aunt Lumina!

Read the Bloodwing Foundation journal for Bloodwing's side of the story!

I fear I am helpless in this matter. When I was captured by Jeremiah he decoded my programming. With a few phrases he could literally rip me apart..or warp me into something as twisted as he. I did foil him with the Song, but I see his new Hydra body is less human than his last. He may not have human ears to absorb the notes that seduced the serpents.

The Riddle confounds me. I lack the experience to decipher the metaphors. I tried to tesseract into the Future to recover History not yet written..but Qlippothic Steele is jamming my aetheric quantum modulator..there's no mistaking her maniacal laughter!

Dr. Darien Mason is off on a mission of mercy..that must be why Jeremiah attacked when he did. It is up to Bloodwing and Koen..and our friends..to solve the Riddle.

~Qli

The End and Begining of the Mechanoid Age

Club Mechanoid has shut its doors. A pity, but apparently the staff has moved to a new venue called "Da 'Kor". Bloodwing is ambivalent. He said the required groups were so spammy he stared calling it "Club Make-Annoyed".

Speaking of Bloodwing, he risked capture by the Hydra by coming to see speak with me during Moulin Rouge night at the Saloon.




I do not often ask my demon-father for advice. But this once, I needed to tap his millennia of experience..good and bad..in the affairs of the heart.

As Our song goes, Sweet Qli, Nothing's Ventured, Nothing's Gained, So You Must Seize the Day. Above all, be honest with the one you desire. Trust me, my Shining Child..no burden is worse than bearing centuries of regret.

And so..I surrendered to the one who understands me even more than my Creators. I confessed my dreams, and they were in turn embellished. Every gauge could have cracked, every pipe burst, my engine melted in a plume of flame..and I would have drifted into inertness wreathed in contentment.

I shall wait to see if directives are understood and carried through before details are disclosed. If the blueprints are sound, the scope of this ongoing narrative shall reach epic scale!


~Qli

HORRORS!

And no, I'm not talking about my undead Grandfather.

Guvna Shang told us in the State channel that his entire inventory has disappeared.

Colonel O'Toole already reported a similiar disaster happening to his fellow Hobo, the gifted builder and urchin Arcadia Asylum.

But this is the first time, to my knowledge, that the Lindens have fumbled the builds, possessions, and records of the head of a virtual state into the Digital Void.

The Guvna has sworn not to abandon us or his Empire, but the relevance of holding on to the avatar Desmond Shang has come into question.

He has sworn to send his deva to the doorstep of Linden Labs to recover his data, if that is what it takes. I hope this is resolved soon, Guvna!

(This does raise the question of what would happen to Caledon if something horrendous befell his deva, but that is another post.)

~Qli

There's no place like Steelhead!

I was getting ready to host the Wizard of OZ dance in Steelhead when a lagstorm whisked me away!

I landed in a world populated by munchkins..and hobos.

I met a fellow construct who told me all I had to do was click my steam armour boots three times and say "There's no place like home."

Obviously he was malfunctioning. But, as I did so to prove the error of his ways I was carried back to..Steelhead?

The Sheriff and Lunar seemed normal enough..but Tensai seemed a bit..different.I soon realized that I had a galvanic tesseraction failure and landed in a strange parallel Grid where Steelhead was ruled by a giant sculptie prim skull. Luckily their Linden Dollars are the same as ours, so I gladly stayed to host.

The Sheriff exercises his authority to stop a puppy-pile in progress.

AzA Zymurgy as a horrifying scarecrow.

Another tornado pulls in Hotspur as the Tin Woodsman. (Straw and metal golems were well represented at this event!)

Frequency Picnic gets dropped in as a lioness. Shouldn't those twisters be attacking Sleazywood trailer park next door?

Emilly Orr as Dorothy, with a friend she pulled out of the poppy fields.



The costume contest winner, Baron Wulfenbach..or is it Lionbach?

Chief Librarian JJ Drinkwater pays a quick visit to make sure the event is faithful to the literature.

Duchess Gabrielle tries to tell us the way find home again, but we were having too much fun to pay attention.

My Aunt Lumina as Dorothy and AzA the Scarecrow..
*blinks*
Next picture, please.

"Tensai! You fling poo at us again and you're going to the monkey cage!"

And then the Sheriff played THAT song and we were invaded by Dalek via a Stargate. The copyright infringement repurcussions alone caused a sensory overload..and I woke up. At club Mechanoid.

"Midnight! You were there and Hassanov was there and.."

Then I noticed my pocketbook was overstuffed with Lindens. I just smiled and got back to dancing.

~The End~

On the Waves and Winds of the New Caledon Sea!

Note myself in the small Babbage Canal Runner, watertight and perfect for inspecting the hulls of ships.


Approaching Mr. Hassanov's ironclad.

Inside the ironclad!



Touring Caledon's rivulets I began having system failures with the submersible. Somewhere wedged in a dimensional corner between the new sim and Bardhaven I was ejected from the Runner and I haven't seen it since. Please let me know if you see it adrift or sunk somewhere if you please?

The long-haired gentleman is Mr. K. Enoch he is an inventor of aircraft and a Qabalist as well. I suspect you will be reading more about him in my journals.




Dr. Figaro proudly presents a heliocopter requisitioned for the Caledon Red Cross for extracting patients for emergency transport. Father will be very pleased!



With all the commotion we attracted the attention of the Giant Bunneh from Mount Phillip! Shoo! I've got my own epic serial multi-blog saga-quest-thing I'm involved in, thankyouverymuch!

No, Bunneh! That's NOT a carrot!

What is it with giant monsters scaling large structures, anyway?

Fine. You're King of the Island. The Guvna will be terraforming in a few hours and you'll be squeezed back into some bloke's Inventory. Enjoy it while you can. And if you see my Canal Runner, it's not a vitamin pellet!

~Qli