Hello there. Now, before you behead me and set me alight, I want to apologize. Again. I know I haven't written for soooooooooooooo long. But, you know, I'm moving, and moving between two houses, and whatnot. It's quite time-consuming, really. But that's no excuse.

And don't you go thinking I've been doing nothing, either! I've been working on something, alright... *Cue Ominous Thunder and Lightning* MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! BEHOLD, MY (not-so-finished) CREATION! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!

The city of Augustgrad was quite grand, really. The skyscrapers, a testimony to human ingenuity higher than the sky, would compete for dominance, sunlight reflecting off the smooth glass, making the buildings seem like colossus mirrors at times. Multicolored lights would hang in the air, suspended by some unseen hand, flashing at day and night, bathing the city in ever-changing colors. Civilian cruisers would shoot through the air, floating high (at least a few dozen feet) above the ground, sometimes disregarding traffic rules to avoid getting yelled at by their respective bosses, crisscrossing on multiple layers. Down in the streets lined with majestic street-lamps, beautiful green trees would rise, swaying happily in the wind, blossoming flowers by their sides, flashing their bright brilliance at passer-bys. The civilians would happily tread on, mostly unaware of the true terrors of war, generously greeting friends and walking dogs, living their happy, pretentious little lives.

It was a pretty nice place to live, in short.

The city of Augustgrad was quite grand, really.

Oh, make no mistake. The people were well aware of the war, even if most of their mental images of the war were completely wrong. They've heard of the Zerg, sure, but have never met them in person, and thus could not even hope to comprehend the aura of utter terror the Zerg radiated. They've heard of zerglings, but never knew what they looked like. They've known that they were at war, but really didn't participate. They lived on as normally as you'd think – buying groceries, arguing with their family, crying over spilled milk, completing annoying homework. The war was something existent, but intangible. It was a cloud of doom, a fog in the distance. It insinuated imminent death and destruction. But it was not immediate! It was not certain! The war might not spread this far! Besides, this was the center of the Dominion! The center of Terran civilization! The Zerg would never push this far! Why should the war bother them? They had no business in the war. Let the Dominion soldiers take care of that! Why else did they pay their taxes?

(This they thought, unwilling to move away and settle somewhere far away from the Zerg, unwilling to give up everything they had and start a new, poor, albeit safe life, not knowing that this was exactly what the Jews before the Earth War II (you know this as World War II) were thinking as they sat where they were in Europe, taking no measures to keep themselves safe except for believing in their weak, corrupted governments, while the Nazis, hungry, animal, wild predators in the dark, paced around their homes, contemplating how best to utterly destroy the Jewish. Most of them died in the end, mostly from their reluctance to act earlier.)

(The civilians of Augustgrad should have realized that the Zerg were most likely to invade Augustgrad eventually. After all, Augustgrad is the center of the Dominion, as pointed out earlier. The Dominion, one of the Zerg's greatest enemies. Honestly! Augustgrad was bound to get overrun by the Zerg eventually.)

(After all, it is in human nature to ignore, to pacify, to rationalize all serious threats until they knocked at the front door.)

(In short, it is in human nature to be imprudent and utterly, completely stupid.)

The city of Augustgrad was quite grand, really.

Until the Zerg did the impossible.

Until the Zerg invaded.

And it was for this reason that most civilians died when the Zerg came. They did not take the precaution to move away, out of their sheer imprudence. They did not have the courage to leave everything behind, to start over. They were afraid. They were unable to overcome their fear.

And their failure had cost them their lives.

About a day after the Zerg invaded, Augustgrad was nothing but a ghost town except for a small cluster of Dominion forces protecting the center of the city. All of the civilians were dead. Some died in their homes. Some died in the streets. Some died trying to escape. Some died praying. Others died in their transports, headed for a nonexistent safety. All of them died panicking. On the streets, the once-beautiful trees were nearing death, leaves gone, their branches naked and exposed. Purplish Zerg matter crept up the dying trunks, absorbing essence, leeching on the bark, parasites choking their hosts to death. The once-blooming flowers were gone. In their place was the fluctuating surface of bubbling Zerg Creep, the ultimate symbol of the Zerg. It was efficient, unyielding, deadly, and relentless. It was Zerg. The streets themselves were barren, lifeless, containing only the periodical dead corpse or overturned vehicle. The occasional gust of wind, replacing the sound of the noisy civilian traffic in the skies, swept up whirlwinds of dust, displacing them about the city. Augustgrad, the mighty Augustgrad, was reduced to nothing by the Zerg in a mere day.

The city of Augustgrad was quite grand, really.

Until the Zerg invaded.

A Leviathan hung over the city, casting its colossus shadow over the city like a blanket; a blanket of terror, of fear. The Leviathan was a symbol of death, of fear, of utter destruction, looming in the uncertain, intangible distance, inducing terror in all who beheld it. Despite this, however, it was calm. It was slow, measured, calm. It floated slowly, ever so slowly, and with a hint of majesty, towards the center of Augustgrad. It was a measured capsule of chaos; it was controlled chaos, however controversial that may seem. And it threatened, this deceptively seemingly peaceful creature, to lay waste to an entire city, a city that was the heart of human ingenuity.

The heart of human civilization itself.

And before the imminent destruction, the creature was ever so calm, so measured. If one didn't see the Leviathan, one would have thought that nothing was wrong, save for the eerie silence that hung in the air, a creeping uncertainty more frightening than the grave. There were no explosions; there was no screaming. There was nothing wrong, and there was nothing at all; everything was empty. It was the calm before the storm.

Or rather, the calm before the Swarm.

So, what do you think? That's what I have so far. I'm planning on novelizing the entire HoTS opening cinematic. I'm going to keep going until I'm done. This should be done soon... But I know you won't trust me, which is cool. :3 I know I haven't been satisfactory lately (har, har, har. -_-...). Anyway, the HoTS will be posted as a separate one-shot story. Just wanted to post this to keep you guys informed. I'm not dead yet, you know! Yet.

Probably should have put that at the beginning. Would have been a nice intro. Whatever. Too lazy. To even write in complete sentences. Ya.

Anyway, hope you guys have enjoyed, and I'll see you guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuy s next time!

(Outro Copyright 2013, HuskyStarcraft)

(Thanks for (not) letting me use the outro, Husky! Ur awesome!)