Hello again. Friday is my official update day now.

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Hell. Such a strange, simple, four letter word. Like Love, or hate, or Fuck. Or Damn or such other words that mean other things. Those words can describe such things as Sex, anger, whatever. Hell itself can describe anger. It can describe something: The battle that raged upon the ashen fields of Char, on the second day of the final climate to the Zerg and the Protoss.

The Terran were supporting the Protoss. So were (In a snese "Supporting") The dark templar. Yet, they were being slaughtered by the onslaught of Zerg.

Char was Hell. It had broken loose.

Whatever control the Zerg had had over thire minons through Cerebrates was lost. They were randomly attacking things, to dumb to to know they were hurt. One Ultralisk was in battle, slicing down all those in its path, all those who opposed it, not the swarm. One Zealot jumped on its head, stabbed it, and was thrown off. A dragoon came at it, but was stomped on, the shield just…crumbling beneath its massive foot. A Hydralisk passed it. It now lay dead some fort feet behind it. It was cutting into the Protoss ranks, slaughtering them. It was already in twenty. And this was an Ultralisk. They had yet to release a Torquase. It got to Forty meters, it was too dumb to recognize pain, or even death. Until was it nothing more, than a heap of blood and ones on the ground. The war raged on.

In a "Throne" room not on the far side of the planet, Kerrigan sat, grinning to herself. She could see everything that was happening. She had killed all of her Cerebrates, letting her Zerg go berserk. She knew that happen. Without their Cerebrates, they were crazy. Mindless. Only one thing in mind: To kill. Kill meaninglessly.

The Dark Templar could sneak in, and slaughter the Zerg. There were no detectors to find them, they could kill them with ease. Zeratual Slashed with his blade, severing a Hydralisk in two. His Dark templar Brethren were cutting Ultralisks to pieces, and Zerglings to mince meat. Kerrigan had killed her cerebrates. Everything was coming to together. Strange…

They Terran Marines, the Protoss Zealots, and the Zerg Hydralisks were tearing each other apart. One Zealot slashed a Hydralisk in two, but was torn apart by mindless Zerglings. Marines shot down a rampaging Ultralisk, only to poisoned by Hydralisks.

In the Air, Battleships were well protected, as Mutalisks and Scourge messed around with the interceptors. Arbiters and Scouts tried to shoot them down, but, just ended up dying. Terran Wriaths could them, because they could cloak. Plus the Terran Battle ships could shoot them. But they mostly into the Ravages below. Then, the Protoss Battleships ran out of interceptors. The Mutalisks and Scourge turned towards them.

Down below, a large section of the Protoss army was destroyed because of falling Debris.

On the ships orbiting the planet, the Protoss commanderslooked at their screens with sorrow in their eyes. Since, ya' know, that was all they had. They realized that they had failed. They hung thioer heads, and waited for the end. It was near.

On On Raynor's battlecruiser, he sjhot a yamoto gun into the middle of the Zerg. He too realized that it was a losing battle. Only, it wasn't the destruction of his specis he had to worry about. And then, James Raynor had the Greatest idea in all of War history.

What is it? I don't know. Well, that's about it for this week. Please tune in next week, Might be the grand final. Not sure. Not sure I'll even be here next week. Please R&R.