You become inspired! You are inspired to start a business making shoes for millipedes, what a great idea much more profitable than silly humans with 2 legs. The profit margin is incredible you can sell over 200+ pairs per millipede with a huge market all to yourself supplying shoes to over 12 thousand species. You settle on a reasonable price for your shoes, but surveys of target audience say that only millipedes of ages 1-2 years will buy your shoes. Sadly millipedes of that age have far less legs and you struggle to make the sales you need for your business to survive, crumbling into insanely you are found several years later by your millipede brethren in a mental asylum surrounded by your loyal guardian's of shoe wearing millipedes. You think this may be your salvation as the millipedes have come to you to beg to restart your business in the shoemaking business, they are willing to help you in the production phase. You teach them all you know in the ancient art of millipede shoemanship, but sadly realising they can now self produce their own shoes for no cost they kill you slowly. Your screams are heard across the land damning your mind for how stupid you were to trust the millipedes with your inspired ideas.
I wish for weapons that can be used by millipedes.
