starcraft: dilation
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everything seems to have calmed down after whatever happened the last few years. everyone keeps calling it the 'end war'. either way, the zerg attacked and killed half of the planet in a month. We've been holding out the whole time and now thier just feral. whoever or whatever was controlling them, died a few months ago. now the zerg just wonder around. they lost thier cordnitation, thier focus. in just a few short months, we've managed to turn the tide and hunt the zerg now. it's easy to whitch has been giving me a very bad feeling. now they've just become unpredictable. I've gotten used to being ambushed by a pack of zerglings, roaches, and sometimes, hydralisks. damn. I've gotten so used to hearing the gun fire that now I just stay awake at night. I've been feeling uneasy ever since the attacks stopped. thiers still the hives though. however, I strongly believe that hybrid are still in those hives. not just the small ones either. the big ones that are basicly thors on steroids. I still have nightmares of thier screams. the screams of the people who died by thier talents blades. the roars after a decimated town. it was stupid, you know. but after I got out, I hunted those....monsters. I don't know how I do it but I hunt those hybrid. thankfully, we've got people like capton Tyson and Sargent Killian. they've kept me in check for so long. I can't tell you how thankful I am for them. thier basic my parents after they found me. now, I basicly work for the planets milita. I've been everywhere. I've even had a few adventures to the infested parts of the world. god...I wish I didn't sometimes. those...things. I can't believe they used to be human. I'm happy I put them out of thier misery but still, the call was general carts. he didn't nuke them but sent bodies just to fuel the fire. so many good men and women. died or infested. guess it can't be helped. I'll make sure thier family's will know that they'll be at piece at the end of this. I hope so anyway.
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