Mirror matchups always were, and forever will be, a massive pain in the ass. Fighting over a shithole desert world in some forgotten edge of the Koprulu sector didn't help with that fact in the slightest.
I vaguely remember someone comparing ZvZ to a knife fight in a phone booth. I wouldn't necessarily agree with that one, but I can understand where they were coming from. Wave after wave of zerglings crash into my improvised wall of bodies and rock. From my viewpoint through the eyes of an overlord I watch as my roaches spit acid saliva from their firing line, Queen's transfusing the wall to keep the position from being overrun.
I'm not aware of how I got myself into this predicament, but the overall objective since I found myself as a Queen has been pretty clear - consolidate my resources, do some psionic voodoo magic and get myself back into a human form.
I highly value my emotions, and whatever warped physiology came about from implanting my psyche on Queen stunted them to the point where the only emotions left within my grasp were the ones I experienced while being a human. Being a cold, calculating monster of a unit was cool and all, right up to the point where I want to celebrate any victory, mourn any loss, or feel… anything again.
If I could feel something, I'd probably be slinging curses at this rebellious Queen for delaying my progress by entire days.
Actually, I may as well do it anyways.
Fuck you, you useless piece of shit. I spawn you out, burn entire seconds worth of mineral production on you, and you barely get through making 3 tumors before taking advantage of a sandstorm of all things to run off and start an insurrection. Fuck you, eat my ass, rot in hell, you stupid bug.
Man, those words feel incredibly empty when there's no actual venom behind them. I really wish that I could feel something -
One moment the skies above my overlord are blue and clear, and the next a fleet of void rays are blotting out the fucking sun.
Wish granted, I think I just shat myself. For the first time in recent memory I feel genuine terror, primal instincts - both my own and implanted Queen instincts - urging me to run, and I can't help but laugh at my situation.
Butt fuck nowhere in the Korpulu sector, and the mouthless brainlets decide to glass my planet. I start morphing the hatch into a lair - a step up on the way to corrupters - knowing full well that it won't finish until well after my hatch becomes a mirror. I waddle out from deep underground towards the surface.
With imminent death approaching, I can't help but reminisce about when I first found myself on this planet months ago, with only a couple drones under my command and an entire planet to reap. Hatcheries had a lot of instinctually automated features to them, but in the early days it was simply more efficient for me to work alongside my drones to get set up. I do my best to mourn the inevitable destruction of structures I poured life into. I never really did like the Zerg beyond how they played, but the effort I poured into my work, when coupled with the knowledge that it would be wiped out within the next couple minutes, made me oddly sentimental.
I find myself on the roof of the hatch, and I stare upwards at the void rays. I open my arms wide and welcome the sweet release of death that their purifying light brings me.
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"Fill, fill, fill'er up, fill… Repeat four times… Wait, was it five times? Um, destroy each when filled… or something?"
The fuck? What is this voice I'm hearing? Wasn't I in the process of getting vaporized by righteous light? I'm not too sure wh-
"Fill Fill Fill Fill Fill"
I feel a… pull. Deep inside me, I feel a… question? If the visuals of a light at the end of a tunnel were a feeling, this would be it. I instinctively know it's a promise of life. Plentitude. A path back to my humanity.
Well, that's not an offer I can turn down.
As I accept the invitation, my mind is flooded with information. I put two and two together, and instantly I'm struggling to keep my laughter inside me as I feel my body manifest itself in real space. Not my human form, not yet, but I, as a Queen, am reborn.
Grinning ear to ear, I say the line.
"Are you my master?"
Ryuunoske's ugly mug wipes the smile right off my face.
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This story is a love letter to Zerg - more specifically, different flavors of Zerg. Yes, that means different routes. Exciting, no?
I am not going to put anywhere near max effort into this one, it's really just a 4fun writing with no serious consideration to quality. Ofc I will do spellcheck, make sure everything is coherent etc etc, but I won't be writing the handful of drafts I usually do. If you liked the above writing, the rest of the story will have similar quality.
Anyhow, hope y'all find enjoyment in this one. I sure as hell will ;P
