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"..A Humble Zealot Ranting On.."
I remember my homeland in its finest glory, and how we roamed our lands with an absence of the fear that now grips all of our hearts. Life was simple, and I long for that life once more. Yes... I remember those days. But those are but faint memories of our old ways, the old ways of Adun. Adun honor is little more than a myth now, slain and buried into the past much like Adun is now no more than ashes left behind from the swarm, a passing phase in our dramatically changing lives. But Adun still lives on in our hearts, and it shall never turn to ashes and crash in a thunderous agony like our cities and land. No zerg, no terran, no being can take our pride of our lands and memories from us. We are the mighty and honorable Protoss. The glory of the Xel'Naga courses throughout us, permeating all aspects of us and dictating our actions. We know that destiny has a glorious path for us to take, and may Adun follow us in our fateful endeavours. Our numbers thin and in our adapting we risk the loss of that glory given to us. Perhaps it is best we stay a memory lost to time, never to be spoken of again. But then, who will stand against the swarms of Kerrigan? May Adun have her glory once more.
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" A father's farewell... "
I once knew a life that was thought only possible in a fantasy or dream. It was something surreal that could only be read about in books or experienced at the movies these days. I once had that life; it was truly a joyful time for me, for everyone… And then that day came when death rained down upon us from the innocent blue skies. Men, women and children alike screamed in fear as monsters rose from the ashes and out of the black smog that veiled their identities. Cries of unknown creatures echoed across the city. It felt as if the day of reckoning has come as I watched people around me being slaughtered, killed almost instantly by these alien creatures Not even the military could stop them; they were an undefeatable force with only one goal: the total destruction of the human race. I thought to myself, if I was going to die, I would die fighting. As I stood up, a bright light shined from a distance. Explosive flames raged towards me, ripping up the earth and buildings in its path, no different compared to a child trampling through a field of frail flowers. The flames seemed to be unstoppable, piercing through all obstacles that it faces, destroying the creatures, humans, everything. It finally reaches me and in an instant I vanish from what I once knew as happiness. No longer having to fear what I saw in front of me, free from the alien swarms known today as the Zerg. The only regret I have is leaving my son alone in the cruel war which was about to begin. I send my love to you my child, and hope that you survive their uprising darkness that’s coming towards our world. Don't die in regret like I did.
This is a loving farewell of a father to the world which one brought happiness.
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Post has been edited 1 time(s), last time on Aug 28 2007, 8:30 am by Moogle.
If all else fails, crowbar the fucker
lol.
It's nice seeing the RPG maps you make that have some sort of a prologue to it.
