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In the distance is a figure a short four foot five wearing a torn green coat. A bowler that looked as hard brown as a beetle shell. His eyes are maddening as he looks about smileing untill, black widow crawls to his ear and moves a moment later off him. Now he laughs manicly and scuttles away. His behavior seems insaine and vexing, and his appearance was a scientist with his thick glasses.

It seems he can communicate with insects.... In the night a house was overrun with widows, killing eight in Calpsholas. Now a toxic smell radiates from the secluded house and the windows are darkened. Inside, twisted things are happening in a land of magic.

Bugz thrive on carnage carnage kid...