In my past life, I committed a series of heinous acts against the rival hive. Buzzlieve it or not, I was undercover for years, adopting the distinct stripe patterns of the south st hive. I rose to the top of their honey production machine, sowing dissent among the left and right winged worker bees every step of the way. Using beemes I stirred hatred and want for military action. I funded several beelitia groups on either side of the beelitical spectrum until the infighting collapsed the hive economy, thus increasing Bee Xin Ping and Honeymir Pusting’s influence. Several million died horrible deaths. For this reason, I am transbee. Buzz Buzz! 🐝

You could say I really stirred up the hive! Infiltrating was no small feat, but I did it with un-bee-lievable finesse. Every decision was crafted with a sting in its tail, and by the end, the hive was a buzz of chaos and confusion. The honeycombs were dripping with discord, and the drones were droning on about conspiracies.

I played the beeconomy like a finely tuned buzz-tar, plucking the strings of beelief and beeception until they snapped. The collapse was as sweet as honey for me but left a sour taste for everyone else. Buzz Buzz! 🐝