"𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴...?"

/.../ I'm still around. Mostly on Twitter or Discord.

𝘛𝘢𝘱 𝘵𝘢𝘱 𝘵𝘢𝘱... 𝘙𝘩𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘮𝘪𝘤. 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘌𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥.

/.../ Good GOD I forgot about this account--- Uh... Might try to be more active. Maybe.

"𝑶𝒉... 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒉 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆... 𝑬𝒙𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑰𝒛𝒔𝒉𝒂, 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎."

"𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒐𝒑 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒕." The Zerg Monarch simply sighed, before returning her focus forward. "𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒐𝒇. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆... 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆. 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉."

"𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒕 '𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐' 𝒐𝒓 '𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏' 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅. 𝑨 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏?"

Perfect opportunity for a Zergling Rush.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗦𝗢𝗢𝗡... ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝘼𝙒𝙊𝙆𝙀𝙉𝙀𝘿 𝙈𝙀 𝙏𝙊𝙊 𝙎𝙊𝙊𝙉! ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

"𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓."

/.../ Totally fair. Here's hoping you'll be able to get a new PC.

/.../ And spawn Broodlords and Mutalisks. Probably Corruptors and Scourges as well if the games weren't limited by balance. Cause good luck beating "All In" if the Leviathan was spamming everything it can make. Between that and Kerrigan, you're looking at a world of hurt.

/.../ Pain. Nothing but pain. Always nice to be reminded that those "small" ships we see on-screen are actually, you know, massive.

/.../ Totally not looking at any unit in particular that had painful pathfinding... D R A G O O N I gotta binge the SCII mods at some point. Mass Recall and Real Scale especially.

/.../ I highly suggest playing SC1. It's great story-wise, especially Brood War. Pathfinding can be a bane though. Also has most of Kerrigan's best lines.

/.../ Kerrigan is moody unless given her daily activity of 'Punch Mengsk at least once'. I attempt to balance Brood War and LOTV personality tbh. Kinda fun!

/.../ Aaaaa- That does work considering I usually play this Kerrigan as post-LOTV. So agreed.

/.../ Correct. My wording is god awful lmao. I am sorry for that.

/.../ Don't write replies when distracted, cause I have NO idea what the hell I meant. My bad.

/.../ Good question... Two Swarms would be good for enveloping things-.

/.../ The great End War Cage Match.

/.../ Two Kerrigans. It's time for gremlin antics.

"𝑴𝒚 𝒄𝒊𝒓𝒄𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝑱𝒊𝒎, 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒃 𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒖𝒏𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍. 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆, 𝒔𝒂𝒚, 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑼𝑬𝑫..."

"𝑨𝒉... 𝑨𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒕? 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒊𝒕."

"𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 '𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔' 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓? 𝑾𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚."

"𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑶𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅, 𝑨𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒔. 𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒆?"

"𝑶𝒉... 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓷𝓸 𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓪." She wore a knowing look, before gritting her teeth. "𝑯𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅? 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅..."

"𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒔, 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒆. 𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏? 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒏... 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕."

"𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑲𝒐𝒑𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒖 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆, 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒂. 𝑩𝒖𝒕, 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆, 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒆."

"𝑯𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒔." She brought a hand to her chin, pondering the question. "𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆. 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑶𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅, 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝑨𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒑. 𝑶𝒓... 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑿𝒆𝒍'𝑵𝒂𝒈𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕."

"𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒘...? 𝑱𝒊𝒎'𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒌."

"𝑰 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆... . . . 𝙉𝙤..."

ㅤ 〝 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐋 𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄 〞 #StarcraftRP #StarWarsRP #SciFirp ㅤ

𝑨𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕, 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅... 𝖁𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖊 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊. 𝑨𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕 24601 𝑳𝒊𝒆𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝑲𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔 . . . 𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎?