You watch in horror as your once lovable house cat Pedro comes bearing down on you, a growling mass of teeth and fur.
"Pedro, NO!" you scream, throwing your hands up to protect your face. Just as the feisty feline opens its jaws, you begin to shrink once again. With a strange rush that feels as if your blood is being heated you watch the cat rise up into the air as you shrink smaller and smaller. The fibers of the carpet of your room become larger and larger, until you eventually slip through into a strange microscopic world. You stop shrinking, and, with a groan you take in your surroundings. You appear to be inside the very fibers of the carpet, with fiberous strands incomprehensibly large twisting through the air miles overhead, setting your new carpet world in an eerie and dim light, slightly purpled by the dye in the carpet. You're standing on a hilly plain, Specs of dust the side of houses dotting the landscape like boulders.
Just as you think you can relax and get your bearings, a horn blares in the distance, a deep and throaty sound. You spin around and are confronted with a seething mass of bodies. Marching in ranks are thousands upon thousands of human-like creatures, with vaguely insect-like heads. They stop just as they crest the hill upon which you are standing, all looking at you. This is it, you think, this is how I die, murdered by an army of dust bug men for God only knows what reason. Just as you think your fate is sealed for the second time that day, you hear another set of horns, and off on a distant hill an army of dust men similar to the ones near you forms ranks. These however, were tinged with a reddish hue, indicative of inherent evil. The army wasn't after you, you had shrunk into the middle of a microscopic war! You turn back towards the army on the hill you are on just in time to see a figure come through their ranks. A bug man came riding towards you on a horse (hey, how did they get those down here?), a golden crown atop his carapace head. He stops his horse a few feet from where you stand, his mandibular mouthpieces twitching rapidly as he regards you quizzically with his 7 eyes.
"I know not who you are stranger, but any man willing to fight in the name of truth and justice is welcome to bear arms in my name" he says in a guttural voice. Before you can think of a reply, he takes a wicked looking curved sword with a hooked tip off of his saddle and throws it to you. You catch it in awkward arms, cradling it as you would a live serpent. "Head down the supply line and speak to my quartermaster, Vilkaax, he will see that you are properly-" He was cut off by frantic horn blaring from the red army, causing you both to whip your heads towards them. The front ranks began to separate, and hundreds of elephant sized dust mites came charging through and across the plains towards where you and the army stood. "So it begins!" The king said, he set his horse galloping back to the front lines and began barking orders "Form ranks, missiles to the front be ready to fall back! Pikes behind and braced, form a line! Heavy infantry to the sides, form flanking parties!" Horns started screaming as his commanders relayed the orders and the massive army began to shift.
You watch in horror as the titanic mites thunder ever closer riders bearing wicked blades and , causing the ground to roar and shake. Panicked, you decide to...
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