"They look like dorks!"

We are at war

Today we planned and executed several tactical and disinfecting attacks on the invaders. They didn't know what hit them. This was, until we realized that they had grown in numbers. They have turned to guerrilla attacks on our HQ and spat upon our initial recommendation of peace accords. They are ruthless: executing attack patterns when our backs our turned, waiting for us to drop our guard. We've seen their capabilities: stealth, speed, strength, and the ability to climb on any surface, including walls. There may be a spy in our midst. Reporting all our movements utilizing a simple yet unrecognizable code language. Discussions on how to deal with an infiltrator have not been fruitful as two of our generals have suggested that they know our troops, they would know if one of them were here. They say its in the thorax. I say that's ridiculous. Even at night we can hear their handiwork. They're skilled and much smarter than the size of their heads would suggest. Our latest, large scale attack on their primary barracks has yielded many victories, yet even more anger as more continue to emerge after our acid bombings and heavy sweeping. Until we know more we should keep conversations to a minimum. At any moment they could be upon us. Swarming, clouding, consuming.


Soon we will claim our independence. Independence from the ants!