Pointless assault Upon the horizon, we heard the trampling of hundreds of Zerg. As we gazed out onto the massive, rolling sea of Zerg, we each injected our Stims. With the chemical forcing our adrenaline glands into overdrive we gean to fire. The bullets ripped through the Zerg, making them explode. We saw one get blasted in half and eat its remains before dying. Then we heard the sound we all loved, the sound of Siege Tanks. We were positioned on a backwater planet in the edge of the Korpulu sector. We had received reports of minimal Zerg activity. Still they came. Luckily we had a medic with us so we could use our Stims without fear. Wave after wave pounded in and we killed them. We had felled thousands, even millions of Zerg. Firebats rushed out ahead only to be slaughtered by the Mutas. Then, the BattleCruisers came. They fired and fired into the mass. Thousands exploded and them we saw something we all feared. Scourge". They were heading straight toward the BC's. We fired at them but there were too many. Even across all the slaughter, we could hear the men's scream's of agony, despair and hate. Those memories would stick with us until the day we died. Finally, they were thinning. We saw they were regrouping about 3 klicks away. Before our eyes we saw a Ghost cloak. He lifted the rifle and "painted" the red dot onto the very centre. We watched as the nuke came down and decimated all the Zerg. Their blood would water the ground. Only several Ultralisks remained. We fired indiscriminately, killing anything that looked Zerg. Wraiths strafed them pounding wave after wave of laser bursts into their condensed Carapace. We fired and fired, not caring wether they hit, just as long we stayed alive for a few more seconds. The Siege Tanks fired, Wraiths strafed, flames burning and bullets pumping into them were the finest music on the battlefield. We saw our men being mutilated and eaten before our eyes. We injected Stim much more than recommended and blasted those bastards apart. We fired until all that remained was a smoking crater. The smoke cleared and all that remained were the rotting carapaces of the Zerg. The cheer began. It first began as a slow chant until it reached such a pitch the entire battlefield was covered in cheers of victory. We had survived another day but who knows, we were lucky but lightning doesn't strike twice in our favour.