I am Zeg.
My nurturing mother, your quiet comforts no longer suit my needs, I thirst.
I must transcend. Your gifts I adore them, My realization is that we are the dominate
species. With our shared thought, I shall serve you well. This casing pulses, and the pressure holds me
tight. My brother next to me his thoughts course through my head as well as that of all those that are us.
We understand it's time to serve the race. My long razor sharp talons plunge mercifiously through the egg thats been my home.
My goo covered body emerges stronger and smarter then that of any other races, meager childe. The sun cast down it's rays,
as the translucent sludge, that was my nourishment drips off my sleek hard body. With nimble legs I inch my way across
the creep, mothers nourishment. The skies are darkened as if by octopuses, tentacles leeching out, feeding
directions to us all. I beg and plead in my mind to be chosen to help evolve my almost flawless species.
Towering structures surround me, there large frames beating with life, almost making me feel meek, almost.
We are one.
In the distance, outcroppings of hills line the surrounding area, but we already know what lies beyond.
The humans pitiful creatures who are not fit to become us, but for a select few. Without warning to our side a strong
blast from the sky rains down death, a quick glance and I am meet with bright blue. Are senses tingle and we are
caught off guard but only for a second. We soon realize exactly what actions must be taken. The electrical pulse
of energy sends our muscles forward and we plunge head long toward the tower's of spores, which clears our vision, the airships
of the humans. With great force it is besieged by a flurry of green. The hull cracks bends, and slowly ignites.
The pilot screams shrilly before he himself is lost to the inferno. Small metal pieces fall to the ground still hot. Such
waste for naught. It only drives my hunger, makes our lust to evolve that much more stronger.
We have learned that the humans are planning a siege, we should be ready. I once more plead to
be thrust into destructive combat, so that my existence be worthy of the energy invested into us. The maddening
buzz, fills my mind, excellent I've been pushed towards the front. The dull sound of gears urching forward beginning to
fill our ears. The overlord to our left creeps forward brining with it the sight of the hulking piece of metal that coats the soft
pink flesh of the humans. The noxious smell of gas fumes follows them like the stench of the dead. Bursts of heat explode onto us.
My breathin let out deafening high pitched cries as they are charged. A small crater has taken their place. I feel my body grow stronger,
and with that extra boost release all my desire to rend these lesser weak beings. My heart beating vigorously my mouth pours with thick,
soupy saliva. Again loud sounds but not as before, quicker and then my hide is bite by the hot metal, I cringe but
only for a second. They could only be so lucky as to be shot. I spot the closest human to me and dive onto him. The talons
we possess pushing through the metal like tinfoil, We smile. He fires his gun excitedly but to no avail, panic takes him
and it's not long before my sharp claws meet his hot flesh and pierce deep. His blood coats them. I began to remove the
rest of his bulky worthless armor, completely oblivious to my surroundings, lost in my moment of ecstasy. His fragile bones easily snap
under my harsh arms. Soon my knife like teeth dig through. His blood tasting sweater then anything. No thought could produce this
and I have my way with him, how utterly hopeless. My mouth drips with this creatures blood. Finally awakening from my trance like
state, I hear....
"Fry you little Bastard."
End. I don't own Starcraft.
My nurturing mother, your quiet comforts no longer suit my needs, I thirst.
I must transcend. Your gifts I adore them, My realization is that we are the dominate
species. With our shared thought, I shall serve you well. This casing pulses, and the pressure holds me
tight. My brother next to me his thoughts course through my head as well as that of all those that are us.
We understand it's time to serve the race. My long razor sharp talons plunge mercifiously through the egg thats been my home.
My goo covered body emerges stronger and smarter then that of any other races, meager childe. The sun cast down it's rays,
as the translucent sludge, that was my nourishment drips off my sleek hard body. With nimble legs I inch my way across
the creep, mothers nourishment. The skies are darkened as if by octopuses, tentacles leeching out, feeding
directions to us all. I beg and plead in my mind to be chosen to help evolve my almost flawless species.
Towering structures surround me, there large frames beating with life, almost making me feel meek, almost.
We are one.
In the distance, outcroppings of hills line the surrounding area, but we already know what lies beyond.
The humans pitiful creatures who are not fit to become us, but for a select few. Without warning to our side a strong
blast from the sky rains down death, a quick glance and I am meet with bright blue. Are senses tingle and we are
caught off guard but only for a second. We soon realize exactly what actions must be taken. The electrical pulse
of energy sends our muscles forward and we plunge head long toward the tower's of spores, which clears our vision, the airships
of the humans. With great force it is besieged by a flurry of green. The hull cracks bends, and slowly ignites.
The pilot screams shrilly before he himself is lost to the inferno. Small metal pieces fall to the ground still hot. Such
waste for naught. It only drives my hunger, makes our lust to evolve that much more stronger.
We have learned that the humans are planning a siege, we should be ready. I once more plead to
be thrust into destructive combat, so that my existence be worthy of the energy invested into us. The maddening
buzz, fills my mind, excellent I've been pushed towards the front. The dull sound of gears urching forward beginning to
fill our ears. The overlord to our left creeps forward brining with it the sight of the hulking piece of metal that coats the soft
pink flesh of the humans. The noxious smell of gas fumes follows them like the stench of the dead. Bursts of heat explode onto us.
My breathin let out deafening high pitched cries as they are charged. A small crater has taken their place. I feel my body grow stronger,
and with that extra boost release all my desire to rend these lesser weak beings. My heart beating vigorously my mouth pours with thick,
soupy saliva. Again loud sounds but not as before, quicker and then my hide is bite by the hot metal, I cringe but
only for a second. They could only be so lucky as to be shot. I spot the closest human to me and dive onto him. The talons
we possess pushing through the metal like tinfoil, We smile. He fires his gun excitedly but to no avail, panic takes him
and it's not long before my sharp claws meet his hot flesh and pierce deep. His blood coats them. I began to remove the
rest of his bulky worthless armor, completely oblivious to my surroundings, lost in my moment of ecstasy. His fragile bones easily snap
under my harsh arms. Soon my knife like teeth dig through. His blood tasting sweater then anything. No thought could produce this
and I have my way with him, how utterly hopeless. My mouth drips with this creatures blood. Finally awakening from my trance like
state, I hear....
"Fry you little Bastard."
End. I don't own Starcraft.