The tempest rages in the night. The deafening rain pelts the deck and the waves relentlessly rock the frigate. A dense fog starts rolling in. It is approaching rather quickly and I start to get worried. But then… there is a whisper heard — a perilous portent of carnage. I’ve heard stories like this before. Ships run into an abnormal fog and the crew hears that hysteria-inducing silent scream. Nary a single vessel survives. This isn’t fog. Nay. This is a cloud of a million bugs. I start running around and panicking. What are we going to do? The swarm…
