As you approach the storage room, the scent of honey grows ever stronger. You push open the heavy doors and the source of the scent is revealed - a blob-like mass sits in the far corner of the room, its gelatinous body undulating gently as it slowly writhes in place. Two empty eye sockets in the vaguely face-like portion of its body stare at you, their lightless gaze peering out of the amber-tinted honey. You're standing face to face with Ahoneynation.