04-17-2016, 04:58 AM
>We drag back the corpses for shoes, DNA, and to continue our studies on Terran technology. I don't know what confetti and party crackers are... but I'll allow the Comedy Lord some autonomy to do what he feels like, for now.
You send some of your zerg to begin dragging back the corpses. your personal zergling seems positively delighted, and as another busied-looking zergling barges in, a half-healed scar on it's face, the creature practically jumps at the chance to begin working on shoes for it's master.
Meanwhile, you allow comedylord autonomy to do as he wills. He responds by naming himself lord of funnytown, giving you a very clumsy salute, and busying himself working on "improving" the town... whatever that entails.
You can't help but worry.
after handling that psychic message, you realize your now very disappointed zergling is finished the shoes. the zergling has done an immensely good job, using human skin to create a perfect work of art, with laces made from the stringier bits of the humans body, and an amazingly polished design. a sexy, tanned pair of shoes lie before you...
Unfortunately, it occurs to you at this moment that you lack feet, or any approximation thereof. wearing these seems borderline impossible.
>We've weakened the Terrans a bit, but I doubt they'll fall for another ambush like that. And I feel like their forces weren't diminished enough by the tactic to risk a full-on assault, just yet. We need to work on developing some infiltrator units, which can wear the Terran armor we just got, to move into their base and do more damage before we attack.
you pull your forces back, a group fo your forces pulling back to your base. You realize some sort of infiltrator unit would be quite useful to infiltrate the terran base, provided they're reasonably convincing.
you start mixing genes, and...
end up creating large amounts of pale, tan slime that hatches from an egg.
ick.
It seems creating an all-new breed with just small amounts of human DNA didn't work out so well on your first try ever experimenting with DNA mixing.
hmm.
>While we work on that, I want to burrow about half our army outside their base, just beyond where they can detect us, to be ready for the assault.
You burrow half the army outside the terran base, thinking it will allow you to continue to monitor their forces, and catch them by surprise, when-
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somewhat embarrassingly, your forces get caught by their on-base scanners. your positions have been revealed.
you should probably do soemthing with that now practically nude half of your forces before the terrans decide to do some things themselves.
your buglike body begins to swell, and suddenly, you undergo a momentary seizure - only a fraction of a second long, though to a mind as advanced as yours, this is nonetheless quite disconcerting. still, as it ends, you realize your cerebral cortex has grown even more advanced.
-You can now send and receive common electronic signals.
and on that subject, you realize that you are now able to pick up bits of chatter from the terran satellites nearby, even though you can only gain bits and pieces.
-just sit tight and-......... -New toy..... - so-......30.........
Well, that was both foreboding and unhelpful. you have the feeling you should be cautious, though.
You send some of your zerg to begin dragging back the corpses. your personal zergling seems positively delighted, and as another busied-looking zergling barges in, a half-healed scar on it's face, the creature practically jumps at the chance to begin working on shoes for it's master.
Meanwhile, you allow comedylord autonomy to do as he wills. He responds by naming himself lord of funnytown, giving you a very clumsy salute, and busying himself working on "improving" the town... whatever that entails.
You can't help but worry.
after handling that psychic message, you realize your now very disappointed zergling is finished the shoes. the zergling has done an immensely good job, using human skin to create a perfect work of art, with laces made from the stringier bits of the humans body, and an amazingly polished design. a sexy, tanned pair of shoes lie before you...
Unfortunately, it occurs to you at this moment that you lack feet, or any approximation thereof. wearing these seems borderline impossible.
>We've weakened the Terrans a bit, but I doubt they'll fall for another ambush like that. And I feel like their forces weren't diminished enough by the tactic to risk a full-on assault, just yet. We need to work on developing some infiltrator units, which can wear the Terran armor we just got, to move into their base and do more damage before we attack.
you pull your forces back, a group fo your forces pulling back to your base. You realize some sort of infiltrator unit would be quite useful to infiltrate the terran base, provided they're reasonably convincing.
you start mixing genes, and...
end up creating large amounts of pale, tan slime that hatches from an egg.
ick.
It seems creating an all-new breed with just small amounts of human DNA didn't work out so well on your first try ever experimenting with DNA mixing.
hmm.
>While we work on that, I want to burrow about half our army outside their base, just beyond where they can detect us, to be ready for the assault.
You burrow half the army outside the terran base, thinking it will allow you to continue to monitor their forces, and catch them by surprise, when-
somewhat embarrassingly, your forces get caught by their on-base scanners. your positions have been revealed.
you should probably do soemthing with that now practically nude half of your forces before the terrans decide to do some things themselves.
your buglike body begins to swell, and suddenly, you undergo a momentary seizure - only a fraction of a second long, though to a mind as advanced as yours, this is nonetheless quite disconcerting. still, as it ends, you realize your cerebral cortex has grown even more advanced.
-You can now send and receive common electronic signals.
and on that subject, you realize that you are now able to pick up bits of chatter from the terran satellites nearby, even though you can only gain bits and pieces.
-just sit tight and-......... -New toy..... - so-......30.........
Well, that was both foreboding and unhelpful. you have the feeling you should be cautious, though.