04-17-2016, 02:44 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-17-2016, 02:51 AM by Weiss Deathwind.)
>ZERG RUSH THE HUMANS AND TRAMPLE THEIR BODIES INTO OBLIVION!!!
>Collect as much Terran DNA as possible. The faster we get handlings, the better.
>I DO feel like it's murder time, yes. Daddy needs a pair of human skin shoes to go with his coat.
A chittering mass of chitin-covered, pus-spewing warriors run down the cliffs from whence your primary hive cluster is situated. you didn't think too hard about how many to send, but decide to send about 4/5ths of your available forces, keeping the remainder for defense. You'd rather not have a repeat of what happened last time you went all out on the attack, after all.
You make a mental note to make sure some of the corpses are more than recoverable. a nagging voice in the back of your head reminds you you have human corpses to use already, populating your human town recreation to the north... but you refuse the notion, easy as it might have been. There's no appropriate way to replace their hilarity visible at the moment. ahh, the sacrifices you make for comedy.
>[Today 11:07 AM] Smithondorf : Find a nice area to bury a fuck ton of Zerglings in, and hide Hydralisks and such around it. Lead the Terrans into a trap via a smal group.
Thinking that this is your chance to test some new tactics, you decide, rather than using a full-frontal assault from the get go, that you shall burrow a large number of zerglings and hydralisks. pulling your stronger forces back, you ready to test the terran defenses.
>36.
Your initial assault with your probing forces goes badly. A force of four hundred zerglings scurries forward... only to get ripped apart by the thud of artillery fire, automatic turrets, and bunkered marines. By the time you pull back, a legion of marines and firebats decide to give chase, the soldiers running forward...
>94
![[Image: starcraft___zerg_ambush_by_thompson46.jpg]](http://img11.deviantart.net/9c80/i/2010/233/c/e/starcraft___zerg_ambush_by_thompson46.jpg)
Only to almost instantly find themselves standing in the middle of a zerg forest. your zerglings and hydralisks begin cutting the disoriented soldiers apart immediately upon unburrowing, each man quickly finding him surrounded by six or more zerg intent on filleting him into grits.
Needless to say, the slaughter doesn't last longer than five seconds.
Hurriedly, as soon as this blow is taken, you order a single zergling to run back with corpse in hand. no matter what, you WILL have those shoes!
You begin planning your next move. you've weakened the terran forces, surely, but you've taken some light damage in return. perhaps if you...
![[Image: OeDlCxZ.jpg]](http://i.imgur.com/OeDlCxZ.jpg)
suddenly, you are interrupted by a psychic transmission. your overlord in the north has... put on a party hat? It requests things like "confetti" and "party crackers". It also seems to be sitting in front of a now-functioning terran TV broadcast.
you Find this mildly entertaining, but mostly you're just confused.
>Collect as much Terran DNA as possible. The faster we get handlings, the better.
>I DO feel like it's murder time, yes. Daddy needs a pair of human skin shoes to go with his coat.
A chittering mass of chitin-covered, pus-spewing warriors run down the cliffs from whence your primary hive cluster is situated. you didn't think too hard about how many to send, but decide to send about 4/5ths of your available forces, keeping the remainder for defense. You'd rather not have a repeat of what happened last time you went all out on the attack, after all.
You make a mental note to make sure some of the corpses are more than recoverable. a nagging voice in the back of your head reminds you you have human corpses to use already, populating your human town recreation to the north... but you refuse the notion, easy as it might have been. There's no appropriate way to replace their hilarity visible at the moment. ahh, the sacrifices you make for comedy.
>[Today 11:07 AM] Smithondorf : Find a nice area to bury a fuck ton of Zerglings in, and hide Hydralisks and such around it. Lead the Terrans into a trap via a smal group.
Thinking that this is your chance to test some new tactics, you decide, rather than using a full-frontal assault from the get go, that you shall burrow a large number of zerglings and hydralisks. pulling your stronger forces back, you ready to test the terran defenses.
>36.
Your initial assault with your probing forces goes badly. A force of four hundred zerglings scurries forward... only to get ripped apart by the thud of artillery fire, automatic turrets, and bunkered marines. By the time you pull back, a legion of marines and firebats decide to give chase, the soldiers running forward...
>94
Only to almost instantly find themselves standing in the middle of a zerg forest. your zerglings and hydralisks begin cutting the disoriented soldiers apart immediately upon unburrowing, each man quickly finding him surrounded by six or more zerg intent on filleting him into grits.
Needless to say, the slaughter doesn't last longer than five seconds.
Hurriedly, as soon as this blow is taken, you order a single zergling to run back with corpse in hand. no matter what, you WILL have those shoes!
You begin planning your next move. you've weakened the terran forces, surely, but you've taken some light damage in return. perhaps if you...
suddenly, you are interrupted by a psychic transmission. your overlord in the north has... put on a party hat? It requests things like "confetti" and "party crackers". It also seems to be sitting in front of a now-functioning terran TV broadcast.
you Find this mildly entertaining, but mostly you're just confused.