conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: NineOfSpades: High-Queen Melizza, upon her amber throne, Looked out over the Hive-City Below her. The Vast Structure jutted out against the Flatlands of the southern peninsula, a towering spire of hexagon structures, interconnecting and interwoven into a single cohesive super-structure. At the top, her Throne Room and Royal Palace resided, where-in she spent her days. Her Audiance Chamber had no windows or other structers which would allow her to gaze upon her dominion. But the queen had no need for such things. In her head, positioned below the short matted black hair and antenna, she possessed two Onyx black eyes. But to count her perception by her own physical senses was a fools errand. Her eyes were manifold, and everywhere. The Hive-City itself was almost onto a living thing. It moved and breathed, and she was connected to every nerve and sinew of it. Her vassals, toiling below, the soldiers patrolling the out walls, the Breeders in the nursary, preparing the next generation. She was with all of them, connected in a network which transcended the concept of the self, of the individual. Even beyond the towering walls and fortifications , her reach extended. Across the plains, her daughter hives were working just as diligantly as her own was, another hub in the Swarm's reach, another link in the chain, ordered to perfection with a harmony that resonated through the land, just as the nigh-constant droning buzz of wing beats resonated through the amphitheater interior of the Capital Hive-City.
  
  And as she took in her dominion, Melizza felt equal parts contentment and dissatisfaction. All was as it should be, but as ever it had before her, there remained resources not yet tapped, potential not net exploited. Always, there was more to be done. Thankfully, there were always more of her subjects eager to fill those needs.
  
  Thus began the spring morning in the Vezzpin Swarm.
  
   
   Spoiler: OOC 
  
  
  Year 1, Spring, Weeks 1-4
  Rolling for Seasonal Event (Springtime)
   (1d100)[ 55 ] 
  EDIT-Nothing Of Note!
   