Olivine Amiria, Weakest And Smartest Hive Queen.

My Life, Her Death

And I'm back with a new story. Now why did I make another story when I should be working on MHA: DILEMMA OF THE SECOND GOD? Well, this story is supposed to be my practice on making stories that involve survival and war. I need it desperately for MHA: DILEMMA OF THE SECOND GOD. I just realized while I am an expert at making fight scenes, I could very well suck ass at writing large scale battles between two forces. I need to be able to know what's a good and bad strategy in a team battle or even war and many more factors that decide on the victors. So, this is my remedy to that. Of course, this will also indulge my other interests. Now, go read.

Warning: Gore

A high-pitched scream of a man sounded from a dragon head alarm, mouth wide open. A man nearing his mid 20s wakes up in a lavish and very ostentatious bed with memory foam. He forced the dragon alarm's mouth close. The eyes of the alarm showed the time, 5:15 A.M. The very first thing he does is stretch his limbs with a yawn. He whips the silken blanket off of him. One would assume that he is the owner of the mansion his bedroom is in. The blanket was clearly customized, evident by the various fictional characters that use melee weapons or their fists all together surrounding a round table placing their weapon or fist on the table. These characters includes the pale warrior demigod Kratos as of God of War 2018 holds the Leviathan to the table, the diminutive, horned, bug knight and god of the void commonly referred to as Ghost stands on the table to hold his nail to the table, the superhero wearing a spider-themed spandex known as Spider-Man holds his fist to the table, a tarnished knight of unknown renown holds a stone hammer with a weird head and golden energy flowing through it to the table and All Might in his prime with a smaller and more serious smile holds his fist to the table.

With the man standing up, we see that his room is filled with items and decorations themed after the various franchises the characters in his blanket belong to.

Within the man's room is a bathroom which he uses for a bath. He came out dressed like a stereotypical butler while combing his hair back. His appearance was neat and clean but his goatee that seemed to be shaved a while ago made his appearance a little bit rugged and dirty.

With that done, he left his room and went downstairs along with a other servants. He and his co-workers greeted each other with a good morning along the way. Going to the large kitchen, he sees a few servants already preparing breakfast for them and their master. The kitchen soon became an organized mess, people going to and fro, various ingredients, plastics and utensils being taken and placed down and the sizzling of breakfast in the making. At the tail-end of their preparations, their master, an old man in his 80s, went down with his personal caretaker/maid. The various servants quickly set up the table, placing porcelain plates, metal cutlery befitting of a dignified man by the plates and glass cups before finally serving food for themselves and their master. Said person finally reached the bottom of the stairs before slowly walking to the dining room with his caretaker, having to wait no more for his special meal meant for an aging body.

Later at 8:16 A.M

Ian, the man from earlier, was out shopping along with two fellow servants, a maid and another butler, at a local sundry store. He doesn't understand why a person as rich and had such a refined taste as master Rickard would prefer more natural food. Even in his younger days, Rickard liked to go shopping at sundry stores. Said he appreciates the smell of the products of the blood, sweat tears of the farms. He and everyone, including the older servants, can't figure out the difference anyway. They can't and wouldn't really complain because the products of the sundry store were on par with the ones at the regular market, which was also another 10 minutes of driving non-stop.

The problem he and his fellow servants experienced on a regular basis is the amount of costumers there was combined with the smaller space to walk around. Not to mention the rarer line cutters. Most of them had the decency to relent and give them their spot back even if they sent scathing glares at them. This time, however, this one line cutter was the stereotypical, very annoying and very hated karen. Her name wasn't actually Karen but that's what zoomers call these feminine pricks who think the world owes them and they were God's gift to the world. This one karen, a literal fatass and just overall very fat, was SHAMELESS.