Disclaimer: I don't own the name and title of any of the following
'mutants' or the name of their weapons. I do not own the name of the armor
I used from Master of Orion II.
Rick stood in the middle of the corpse littered battlefield that not even the remains could truthfully be called base Blivion. Just a few hours ago the fires would be only in ovens and the raw meat was packed away in the freezer. But he had to face reality, he had to forget the cries of everyone around him being ripped to nothing more than a table scrap of unpreferred meat while still living. He had to forget about the bodies rotting away from the green needle spines of the lethal hydralisks. Rick walked around, and thru, the bodies that blocked him from the exit of this devastating hell hole. Witnessing the scattered limbs and arms that was simply a signature for the monstrous ultralisk. Seeing the guardian's acid spores impaled into now forever sleeping morsels. Soon he reached what one could say used to be his bunker station. As he stared at the towering dome shards of Zortrium scrap metal that not even roaches could make a home of now he couldn't help but since an essence lingering near him. Feeling as if his conscious was too sharp to pass by he franticly searched for a weapon suitable for laying carnage upon whatever minion could still be living in this wasteland, finally finding a C-10 canister rifle that used to belong to a now deceased ghost. Not being a complete moron he surfaced the weapon for its ammo gauge.19. After ripping the rifle from the cold dead fingers Rick snapped back up and quickly scanned the area. All he could see was simply a surge of all zerg mutants ever spawned.
Rick stood in the middle of the corpse littered battlefield that not even the remains could truthfully be called base Blivion. Just a few hours ago the fires would be only in ovens and the raw meat was packed away in the freezer. But he had to face reality, he had to forget the cries of everyone around him being ripped to nothing more than a table scrap of unpreferred meat while still living. He had to forget about the bodies rotting away from the green needle spines of the lethal hydralisks. Rick walked around, and thru, the bodies that blocked him from the exit of this devastating hell hole. Witnessing the scattered limbs and arms that was simply a signature for the monstrous ultralisk. Seeing the guardian's acid spores impaled into now forever sleeping morsels. Soon he reached what one could say used to be his bunker station. As he stared at the towering dome shards of Zortrium scrap metal that not even roaches could make a home of now he couldn't help but since an essence lingering near him. Feeling as if his conscious was too sharp to pass by he franticly searched for a weapon suitable for laying carnage upon whatever minion could still be living in this wasteland, finally finding a C-10 canister rifle that used to belong to a now deceased ghost. Not being a complete moron he surfaced the weapon for its ammo gauge.19. After ripping the rifle from the cold dead fingers Rick snapped back up and quickly scanned the area. All he could see was simply a surge of all zerg mutants ever spawned.