The Ilongo in "The Sons of the Dying Gods"
FOREWORD
I do not know how many stories out there focus on the Xel'Naga as a main character, but I do not remember that many. I am sure there are quite a number of them, but they probably turn out sounding like the manual. Sadly, to some writers, copying word by word is an unavoidable void of talent, but I instead want to go back in the game's history and change facts into literature. Here I retell the story of Pre-StarCraft, but I add my own serious flavor, an idea that has been boiling in my head for sometime: the intense story before and during the destruction of the Xel'Naga, all beginning with the creation of the evil Zerg....
This chapter is but a prologue, so it will be relatively shorter than my future chapters (funny, it's shorter than the foreword too). So without further ado, here is Blizzard's StarCraft in "The Songs of the Dying Gods." Enjoy and review!
"The Sons of the Dying Gods"
PROLOGUE:
In a quest for power, in vain hopes to be gods, living deities, we have created a monster so strong . . . so evil. I should have seen this from the beginning. I should have known all this time that playing god would be the end of my people. Now our legacy is death. My people's Children are forever under an eternal curse, doomed to universal, galactic violence. What of my people? We die.
The doom of our people is that vile creature which calls itself a dyeus, a god. Centuries ago, our firstborn, the Protoss, seemed the culmination of all our "godlihood." They were already so advanced as a species; we believed they only needed perfection. Yet they failed us. They failed to strengthen that psychic bond time granted them after eons of evolution . . . so we began anew. So we founded the Zerg. We had looked for a species that compared to the Protoss, but naught appeared . . . until we discovered a most insignificant arthropod on that planet, that future Hell.
Hell is an appropriate description for what was before and what is now. We intensely labored, sacrificing both time and health by our lust of power, to culture the strangest adaptation of those primitive worms, an ancient form of extrasensory perception. Thus began our downfall, our death. After centuries of tiring physical labor and psychic meditation to transform the zerg into an intelligent people, they took an unexpected turn for the worse, for . . . evil.
We thought we were gods. We believed we could control life itself. Now there is no more time. Death approaches. The dyeus, this Overmind, calls to us, the last survivors of the Xel'Naga. I can feel its wrath, its unfathomable anger, its psychic waves burning their patterns into my skull. The emotion it pours into my mind is horrible; it is hell. My mind burns and flames, anger flowing from the Overmind as lava from a volcano, melting everything in its path. The steaming magma of hatred incinerates my mind. I am no more.
FOREWORD
I do not know how many stories out there focus on the Xel'Naga as a main character, but I do not remember that many. I am sure there are quite a number of them, but they probably turn out sounding like the manual. Sadly, to some writers, copying word by word is an unavoidable void of talent, but I instead want to go back in the game's history and change facts into literature. Here I retell the story of Pre-StarCraft, but I add my own serious flavor, an idea that has been boiling in my head for sometime: the intense story before and during the destruction of the Xel'Naga, all beginning with the creation of the evil Zerg....
This chapter is but a prologue, so it will be relatively shorter than my future chapters (funny, it's shorter than the foreword too). So without further ado, here is Blizzard's StarCraft in "The Songs of the Dying Gods." Enjoy and review!
"The Sons of the Dying Gods"
PROLOGUE:
In a quest for power, in vain hopes to be gods, living deities, we have created a monster so strong . . . so evil. I should have seen this from the beginning. I should have known all this time that playing god would be the end of my people. Now our legacy is death. My people's Children are forever under an eternal curse, doomed to universal, galactic violence. What of my people? We die.
The doom of our people is that vile creature which calls itself a dyeus, a god. Centuries ago, our firstborn, the Protoss, seemed the culmination of all our "godlihood." They were already so advanced as a species; we believed they only needed perfection. Yet they failed us. They failed to strengthen that psychic bond time granted them after eons of evolution . . . so we began anew. So we founded the Zerg. We had looked for a species that compared to the Protoss, but naught appeared . . . until we discovered a most insignificant arthropod on that planet, that future Hell.
Hell is an appropriate description for what was before and what is now. We intensely labored, sacrificing both time and health by our lust of power, to culture the strangest adaptation of those primitive worms, an ancient form of extrasensory perception. Thus began our downfall, our death. After centuries of tiring physical labor and psychic meditation to transform the zerg into an intelligent people, they took an unexpected turn for the worse, for . . . evil.
We thought we were gods. We believed we could control life itself. Now there is no more time. Death approaches. The dyeus, this Overmind, calls to us, the last survivors of the Xel'Naga. I can feel its wrath, its unfathomable anger, its psychic waves burning their patterns into my skull. The emotion it pours into my mind is horrible; it is hell. My mind burns and flames, anger flowing from the Overmind as lava from a volcano, melting everything in its path. The steaming magma of hatred incinerates my mind. I am no more.