We are the remnants. There was a time when our tribe didn't live in darkness. Indeed, there was a great portal of light that allowed our people to traverse between this hell, and the riches of the outside world now unimaginable to our children. Once upon a time, we came to this cursed hole to feed on the bountiful detritus still here, not knowing it was potentially a tomb we'd be trapped in forever.

Now, after The Collapse, we've been cut off not only from the light of the outside world, but from our leaders, friends and families, as well. Will we ever see the light again? Will our tribe be stuck in this darkness forever?

Our attention turns to crackling sounds from our slipshod nursery, where our newest nymphs begin breaking out of their eggs' membranes. A mixture of fear and hope wells up in the elders watching the glorious spectacle, and we quickly make a decision. We're making our way out of The Collapse.

What tribe do we hail from?
>The Smokybrowns - An aggressively invasive and sadistically wise tribe known for their adept flight capabilities, as well as their ability to create clones of themselves through parthenogenesis.
>Rhinoceros Tribe - A typically solitary and peaceful tribe composed of the strongest and most industrious roaches in the world, capable of digging deep with their large, armored bodies to build extravagant burrows.
>Croton Clan - A rowdy and cowardly tribe composed of miniscule fellows who smell awful, pillage and fuck non-stop, and occasionally settle their many disputes (and rumbling tummies) through the art of cannibalism.
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