Starcraft, I Am the Swarm Scourge

[Racial Conflict] [Darkness] [Biological Evolution] [Tyran] [Slow Heat] They call me "Lord" and my creations "natural disasters". When a lump of flesh violates the laws of nature and is given a twisted life, the order of the universe collapses. Endless swarms of insects devour the stars, assimilate all things, and forge the stars and flesh into living weapons. This is the ultimate blasphemy of biotechnology, a paradoxical evolution sweeping the stars. Surrender, your genes will become the eternal nourishment of the insect swarm; Run away, and you will eventually be swallowed by the shadows at the end of the universe. There is no compromise, only devouring—or being devoured.