EPTThen, “what is this?”, a strange feeling consumes me. The zerg drone glides by the proxy 2 rax, missing it by centimetres. A moment that should have been pure pleasure instead gives a bizarre sinking feeling inside. No joy is felt. As the Marines rip through the paperweight Zerg defences, an inevitable shriek of “GG” resonates through the swarm world, stabbing me agonisingly in the chest.
Confusion. I lack any comprehension of this pain. Why do I feel no joy for my Terran Brother? Is he really my brother at all? Was I in fact adopted? Come to think of it, we never had the same sense of humour and he is a different colour to me… I always pick red and this Terran is blue! Horror. I shudder as my whole life clicks into place. I have grown up with the wrong family, I have been living without a soul.
Brutal. Efficient. Unstoppable. Robust. Words that could be used to describe the formidable machine that is the Terran race, and who would disagree? Korea produces them like Family Guy produces jokes irrelevant to the storyline (that’s right, just like that one). There is no argument to be had, those Terrans take some stopping. Yet, I am numb to my compatriots cause, I feel no camaraderie with the Terran forces.
Flimsy. Pathetic. Puny. Unstable. Although the swarm may have its heroes, few would argue that these terms cannot be applied to the Zerg race. Yet, there is something about those salivating swarmlings that infests my soul and corrodes my mind beyond any sense or reasoning. My heart beats to their biological pulse, thrusting grungy creep through my thickening veins.
All this time my support belonged to my true brothers, Nestea, Losira, Idra and Stephano to name a few. Why was I too blind to notice? My lifeless black heart has been jolted back to life. After being pulverized of all emotion for 18 long months by the Terran machine, my anguished blood finally flows again. It swarms and engulfs me, spreading ecstatic oxygen to every inch of my rejuvenated body. My skin now emits a warm elated cream; I have been released from the depths and found home at last.
So let the Terrans have their “victories”, let them believe they have it so good. They know not what joy is. Their restless spirits scream silently whilst their unwitting mentors live a dark, joyless existence. Having escaped the clutches of this darkness, I will live as a proud member of the swarm, not only as a spectator, but player too.
Enjoy your victories while they last Terran fools, you are only depleting your own bleeding souls. Dismiss this warning at your peril my former forged allies, the vibrant Swarm grows… and whether you know it yet or not, you will eventually follow your empty souls into the darkness.
TLDR
[spoiler]I switched from Terran to Zerg[/spoiler]
