[ WP ] You are one of the monsters in a dungeon crawler game .

It has been hard getting work lately. Since the king outlawed all Formians. 
 We are n't all bad. I mean, sure there were plenty of raiding parties that 
 were unnecessarily violent, and we did capture nearly every sheep from 
 Athkatla to Winterkeep. I guess we really broke the camels back when 
 we tunneled into his trophy room and stole his prized amulet. Ever since 
 then it has been open season on every Formian, and since he is paying 
 a gold piece per head every two-bit adventurer has begun clambering 
 into our tunnels and breaking into old forts looking for us. 
 
 I guess that is why I took this job. The pay was n't great but the job 
 is easy. Some necromancer wants me to stand in a hallway and wait to see if anyone comes through? Like anyone will get past the Bugbear he's got guarding the entrance, or the horde of undead he has between there and here. I suppose I look a little out of place compared to all these other monsters, but who am I to judge? 
 
 Here lately there have been some weird smells coming from the door behind 
 me. I think my employer is experimenting again, and from the smell of it I would say it was n't very popular in life either. I hope he gets done soon so that I can go back to my colony, or what is left of it by now. 
 
 **Crash** 
 
 Woah, what was that? All right, you've been trained for this.. Just stay perfectly still unless someone comes through the door. It will be alright man, do n't worry. Be calm. 
 
 *Suddenly a trap door from above reveals itself and a halfling plummets through landing with a soft crunch* 
 
 Oh shit oh shit. I better do something.. Uh... Why do I always froget this part, Oh Yeah! 
 
 *The Formian pulls out his spear and advances towards the halfling, but halfway there he notices a rope that has begun descending from the trap door* 
 
 Oh great, the only people that carry that much rope are adventurers... Well, I had a good life I suppose. Only one thing to do now, and that is take this little runt with me. 
 
 *As the formian closes in on the halfling the rope suddenly goes tight and the halfling zips out of sight the same way he came. * 
 
 Huh, well.. I guess I will just go and stand back over here. Maybe they wo n't come this way. 
 
 *Fighting can be heard in the distance* 
 
 *gulp* Well, there's enough undead between them and me, I doubt they will make it. Like mother always said, 1 in 5 adventurers is just as dumb as you. I should probably put my spear away before I forget. You never know when there will be a surprise inspection. I wonder if that halfling was a friend of the boss? Maybe I should tell him.. Nah, he's busy. 
 
 *Suddenly the door in front of our Formidable Formian bursts forth, revealing four frenzied fleshpods. They scan the room for a few seconds looking past the Formian and scanning for traps. One notes the hole in the ceiling and the Halfling pushes to the front and confirms with the others. Whispers are had between the four and then giggling ensues. Meanwhile the Formian is dumbstruck at what he is seeing. * 
 
 Remember your training, go after the weak first, and bring honor to your 
 colony. I feel like I'm forgetting something.. Owell, CHARGE!! 
 
 *The Formian rushes up to the Halfling, but in his panic he forgot to draw his weapon, he begins to make stabbing motions before he realizes what he has done. The Halfling straightens up and begins saying something to the Formian that he does n't quite understand. * 
 
 What is he saying? Is he making fun of me because I forgot my spear? Oh, wait, that ca n't be right. He says they are all Formians as well.. How did I not notice 
 that earlier? It is very clear now. I am so glad my fellow insectoids have decided 
 to visit me. Wait, what? They are here to kill my boss? Well, we probably should n't guys I mean... Oh, it is for the Queen? Hmm.. perhaps they will let me return to the colony as a Hero! 
 In that case, right this way. 
 
 *The Formian leads the adventurers through the door to the lair of the Necromancer. Once inside the Necromancer begins to yell and shout at the Formian sending the few remaining undead after him and the adventurers. * 
 
 Charge!! 
 
 *The Formian rushes the Necromance and stabs at him wildly, however once again he has forgotten his spear and he now must resort to kicking and slapping the old mage. The other adventurers quickly dispatch the undead and form a half circle around the fight. * 
 
 What are they waiting for? There is no way I can destroy the boss on my own! 
 Is this a test? Must I prove myself to them? If only I had remembered my spear. 
 
 *A flash of dark magic shoots the Formian across the room where he crumples into a pile. The adventurers swarm the nearly spent necromancer and destroy him after only a few moments. They then turn their gaze on the crippled creature in the corner. * 
 
 I see now, I was tricked. They are not Formians, not brothers. I have disgraced the colony. If only I was strong enough to fight back. If only I had stayed to be a worker instead of trying to have adventures and make something of myself. 
 
 *The Halfling walks over to the fallen Formian and holds out a vial, he explains that it is a healing potion and that they will leave now, and that the Formian may live another day* 
 
 What a kindness, I will never forget you fleshy creatures. I will tell stories of you to my colony. Whats that? You do n't know where my colony is? Well it is n't far from here actually... 
 
 *The Formian tells his new found friends the whereabouts of his colony so that they may bless his brothers and queen with their kindness. He smiles a Formian smile and drink the potion as the adventurers leave. * 
 
 Today was n't such a bad da... 
 
 *His words are cut off as he bursts into flames, the bottle rolling away the words on the label reading `` Alchemists Fire''. If only he had learned to read the common tongue, then perhaps his story would have ended differently, but then again he was just a Formian. *
