And so the months drifted by while Sally waited for the techno songs to end. Due to relativity (the techno club and beehive moved much more quickly than Earth), this period of time was covered in only 0.00001 Earth seconds.
In the beehive, CRongteng was cheered by his new Socialist beehive comrades in a great, splendid parade. The first few weeks were very successful. After a small Civil War with the white bee aristocrats was put down, CRongtengs reforms were hailed by all as truly marvelous. True, his only understanding of economics was from some obscure anarchist bee literature, but his experimentation paid off in the long run, despite the millions of deaths due to honey management reorganization.
CRongteng had a young prótégë named Stalin. Actually, that was his maiden name. His actual name was CrungJucnortOnïtó', and so we will address him as such. CrungJucnortOnïtó rose through the ranks rapidly, and soon was competing for the 2nd in command. But CRonteng knew of his dictatorial intentions, and denounced him in a letter to the Supreme Council of Working and Fighting Bees. But the letter was never opened because the bees have no physical apparatus that could come even close to opening letters; why a letter was used in the first place is a matter of common knowledge, and thus it will not be divulged, no matter how shocking and entertaining it is.
In any case, CrungJucnortOnïtó took control of the hive and installed a cult of personality and purged out all opposition. Then...he went after the one scape goat he could find for his nation's reliance on shit piles for recreation... SALLY.
Sally's feet were bloody and raw after having danced to so much techno. Then...suddenly, it stopped. And then she knew...that st
(OP: Ben, November 27 2007)
In the beehive, CRongteng was cheered by his new Socialist beehive comrades in a great, splendid parade. The first few weeks were very successful. After a small Civil War with the white bee aristocrats was put down, CRongtengs reforms were hailed by all as truly marvelous. True, his only understanding of economics was from some obscure anarchist bee literature, but his experimentation paid off in the long run, despite the millions of deaths due to honey management reorganization.
CRongteng had a young prótégë named Stalin. Actually, that was his maiden name. His actual name was CrungJucnortOnïtó', and so we will address him as such. CrungJucnortOnïtó rose through the ranks rapidly, and soon was competing for the 2nd in command. But CRonteng knew of his dictatorial intentions, and denounced him in a letter to the Supreme Council of Working and Fighting Bees. But the letter was never opened because the bees have no physical apparatus that could come even close to opening letters; why a letter was used in the first place is a matter of common knowledge, and thus it will not be divulged, no matter how shocking and entertaining it is.
In any case, CrungJucnortOnïtó took control of the hive and installed a cult of personality and purged out all opposition. Then...he went after the one scape goat he could find for his nation's reliance on shit piles for recreation... SALLY.
Sally's feet were bloody and raw after having danced to so much techno. Then...suddenly, it stopped. And then she knew...that st
(OP: Ben, November 27 2007)
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