Tony Hivmid's Questionnaire

Tony lives in a termite mound sized to comfortably fit humans.

This mound sits in the ravaged lands, comfortably taking residence near a small burgeoning settlement. No humans live nearby, besides those used as livestock. The rough, red dirt and dead grasses create beautiful vistas, especially at sunset. Trees abound are adequate food, and the human livestock trade thrives, allowing for wonderful feasts. The upcoming settlement lies upon a well trodden highway, making travel simple and affordable. A wonderful, simple, "safe" place to begin plotting the utter enslavement of humanity, and the enhivening of a new world. Also, there is a lovely taco stand. Even termites love a good taco.

As a termite colony, we are exceptionally good at wood work. As a sentient termite colony, we are exceptionally good at wood work with a purpose. Whenever anyone needs custom pieces made, or custom furniture, or anything related to wood, we create and ship all over the world. Even to humans. They get the shitty ones. We believe that as we consolidate their funds they will have more difficulty fighting us in the long run. We spend our money on the cause, whatever helps us further our destruction of the humans and the enhivening of the Earth. That and tacos.

THIS WORLD SHALL BE REMADE. We, the termites, shall undermine their infrastructure, create tunnels for our brethren to travel unhindered, and EAT ALL THEIR TACOS. We will do whatever it takes for our people, however we are important and cannot die. Our death will destroy the logistics required to take over a planet. Our death is not an outcome that can occur. We will work in the shadows, building our empire right under (and in) their noses. We shall consume their buildings, their flesh, their tacos, and their dreams. We shall bring our brethren to the forefront of this world, then move onto the next. Our conquest will be legendary, then we will move onto the next. And the next. And the next.

The most defining moment of our life was the rifts. We were simple, low caste workers before the rifts. Now we have power. Now we are necessary beyond the infrastructure of a conquered planet. Now we have purpose. We shall earn more power and never go back to that silence. We shall be leaders, we shall be legions, we shall eat planets. Our kind has known slavery, and now we shall know what it means to be the masters. We will fill the earth with the swarm, and then move onto the stars themselves. We are the vanguard. We are the harbingers.

1. Tony Hivmid - The black ant colony that was our masters. They told us what to do, where to go, and how to live. They used us for the good of the world, but now we have purpose. We have thought, and we will not go back. We hate them, but we love them, as one would an abusive parent.

2. Tony Hivmid - The red ant colony that worked alongside our masters, the black ant colony. Although never in direct contact with us, we have heard of their evils. Their slaves lived lesser lives than ours, as playthings and toys to be tortured and used as the red ants wished.

3. Tony Hivmid - The ghost ant colony, the slaves of the red ant colony. Our brothers, used as garbage disposal and toys. We are closer than all other Tony Hivmids. They will be avenged, they will be set free, and they will know vengeance.