The Ratfolk's Guide to Destroying the World

Very well written. It is exactly the same as my experience of being a mouse at home. It is very reasonable. Remember to ask others to help us mice feed more peanuts in the future.

Holding a dimension stone in my hand, the sacred number is self-evident in my heart, I have rung the bell a million times, my malice is self-generating, my military book is light gray and short, my technology can defeat all enemies, the great horned rat is glorious, I am not afraid of anyone. A thousand words can be said in one sentence: YES! YES!

The writing is very real, you look like a rat in the sewer🐭

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Legend has it that a long time ago, humans and dwarves lived together in a city called Cavizal. They decided to build a hammer version of the Tower of Babel to thank the gods for the prosperity they had given them. But even the dwarf engineers didn't know how to build such a tall tower. At this time, a mysterious man in gray expressed his willingness to help with the planning. He did not want any reward, but only asked to add a big bell on the top of the tower to pay respect to his god. When the tower was completed, the man in gray disappeared, and the big clock on the top of the tower chimed thirteen times. It started to rain constantly, a large number of residents began to get sick, crops failed, newborns died or were deformed, and the rats in the city became more and more numerous, bigger, and smarter (in the old version of the story, the stranger asked for payment for building the tower but the residents refused to pay, so he cursed the city, but the new version does not mention this at all). The big bell rings thirteen times every day. The rain turned into hail, and the hail turned into rain of fire. The number of rats continued to increase, and they began to swarm to prey on the old, weak, sick and disabled. When the strange events first began, humans sought help from their dwarf allies. For the first time, the dwarves called them cowards who were frightened by mice and rejected them. The second time, the dwarf rejected them because the rats ate up all the dwarf's food. For the third time, the surviving humans were desperate. They pried open the door of the dwarf stronghold and asked for help... Only to see dwarf skeletons and swarms of rats everywhere. The poem ends with the rats eating the last surviving humans.

Nice squirrel, makes my tail twirl

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But it's okay, at least there's an explanation, bye

White-haired beauty, YES! YES!

It must succeed! Who should be angry to death?