Reflections. His reflection in the dark oak floorboards reminded him
of his past. Colorless, emotionless, his lessened image stared back at him
without a soul. He let his mind wander: seeing the world through a misty
haze, not quite thinking, moving with terrifying force, representing and
upholding everything evil in the world. He finished the last of his red
wine while pitching back his head, alone in an inviting yet desolate
residence. General Romney carefully set the empty glass onto the mantel of
the marble fireplace. "The maid will get it tomorrow," he said to the wall.
Turning, "no need to."
Darken the skies
It struck so violently and unexpectedly that his boot missed the ground, scratched the wall, and in one tense moment his body locked up and crashed to the floor. He lay there, stunned. Silence. Slowly his body started to act. Far from panicked, he calmed his mind with the expertise of years of practice, and began to rise.
He was more than accustomed to these attacks. The Overmind's echoed voice; he could still hear what it, what they said. After all, he had been a slave to the Overmind for nearly half of his unnatural life. After rising in ranks of the Terran air force, Romney was abducted by a Zerg fleet when his maiden ship was the victim to a tactical scourge strike. The scene was horrific. Enzymic acid tore through the hull while the suicide troops hit only harder, screeching the call of death. A slimy, rubbery Overlord arm. Being in a horrible womb, unable to move or breathe, slipping out of humanity. Romney had been a project of the mindless Zerg, just one more experiment to combine human with the Overmind. He killed his own friends for nearly twenty years before he was released. It took him another twenty to regain any shred of sanity he ever had. The Zerg, he knew, never really think, each attack was decided
We are God
This time it came with much more power, and with one involuntary lunge he was cast head first into the mantel. He immediately knew something was wrong. Something in the back of his pain torn head screamed at him. The Zerg, nearly wiped out on the other side of the planet with depleted resources, received only minor instructions from the Overmind. Not only that, but God is a humanly created concept, and the Zerg are controlled by everything but humans. Why, on the small moonless planet of Xel'Tha, would the Overmind convey such arbitrary thoughts?
We are not the Overmind
They responded to him. A droplet of blood sprayed out of his right ear, making a tiny splatter on the cream wall. Somewhere, behind the table and cabinets, which moved farther and farther away from him as he lost consciousness, he heard and saw the dark silhouette of a creature, indistinguishable with the lighting, scamper over and around the objects in the large room. It hissed heavily and began to nurture the parasites that swarmed out of Romney's head to their mother. A rift silently tore through the oak floor, pulled apart by a dark purple membrane, spewing hideousness in physical form. Creatures of death latched to his skin and began to drag. His foaming body began an underground journey to the Zerg colony in the fallen city of Xel'Thor, where everything terrible is born.
Darken the skies
It struck so violently and unexpectedly that his boot missed the ground, scratched the wall, and in one tense moment his body locked up and crashed to the floor. He lay there, stunned. Silence. Slowly his body started to act. Far from panicked, he calmed his mind with the expertise of years of practice, and began to rise.
He was more than accustomed to these attacks. The Overmind's echoed voice; he could still hear what it, what they said. After all, he had been a slave to the Overmind for nearly half of his unnatural life. After rising in ranks of the Terran air force, Romney was abducted by a Zerg fleet when his maiden ship was the victim to a tactical scourge strike. The scene was horrific. Enzymic acid tore through the hull while the suicide troops hit only harder, screeching the call of death. A slimy, rubbery Overlord arm. Being in a horrible womb, unable to move or breathe, slipping out of humanity. Romney had been a project of the mindless Zerg, just one more experiment to combine human with the Overmind. He killed his own friends for nearly twenty years before he was released. It took him another twenty to regain any shred of sanity he ever had. The Zerg, he knew, never really think, each attack was decided
We are God
This time it came with much more power, and with one involuntary lunge he was cast head first into the mantel. He immediately knew something was wrong. Something in the back of his pain torn head screamed at him. The Zerg, nearly wiped out on the other side of the planet with depleted resources, received only minor instructions from the Overmind. Not only that, but God is a humanly created concept, and the Zerg are controlled by everything but humans. Why, on the small moonless planet of Xel'Tha, would the Overmind convey such arbitrary thoughts?
We are not the Overmind
They responded to him. A droplet of blood sprayed out of his right ear, making a tiny splatter on the cream wall. Somewhere, behind the table and cabinets, which moved farther and farther away from him as he lost consciousness, he heard and saw the dark silhouette of a creature, indistinguishable with the lighting, scamper over and around the objects in the large room. It hissed heavily and began to nurture the parasites that swarmed out of Romney's head to their mother. A rift silently tore through the oak floor, pulled apart by a dark purple membrane, spewing hideousness in physical form. Creatures of death latched to his skin and began to drag. His foaming body began an underground journey to the Zerg colony in the fallen city of Xel'Thor, where everything terrible is born.