I was rolling on the ground instead of running, something that I'd never done before. It was exhilarating- and confusing and nauseating. I thought that i saw the protoss ahead of me, which was the whole idea, I guessed. but just before impact– just before beautiful, climactic impact, I was flying through the air, alongside several of my brethren and all of the protoss. somebody exploded nearby, although I couldn't tell who. probably BANG! considering how many zealot screams accompanied it. Suddenly the sky closed under us, and we fell to the ground- hard ground. We must have been on the alien dropship that the overseer had seen. near me, a zealot sat up, rubbing his neck and looking generally pissed off. He was more pissed off when he exploded, but sadly I couldn't get to him in time to claim the honor. Looking around for another target, I noticed that the ship we were inside of was roughly hexagonal in shape, and small. If too many of us detonated we would kill the others with pressure without causing them to explode. We would still kill all the zealots on board, but you don't make a baneling die harmlessly.
That sh*t don't fly.
Thinking quickly, I tried to burrow through the bottom of the deck. I was relatively succesful, but the deck was so thick that I was comfortably underground, while flying miles above the surface of the planet. In a flash of inspiration, I attempted to detonate while buried, sure that this would punch a hole big enough to provide circulation for the rest of my siblings to safely (for the other banelings...) explode. Then I realized that I had been exploding for five seconds, and still no KA-BOOM. Looking back to make sure that I wasn't just dead, I realized that my lower body had turned a teal green, and was covered over the top with rows of carapace. I looked just like a tiny, high explosive infestor, face and tongues and all.
This ship is F'ed up.
I crawled out of my hole to discover a grisly scene. The zealots had rolled all of the banelings onto their backs in the moments of confusion after the landing, and were staying a safe distance away. Enraged at this blatant mockery of baneling honour, I charged forward, preparing to-- wait, what did infestors do? I looked around awhile for an idea. Seeing some metal poles piled in the corner, I picked one up with my unusally prehensile tongues, and charged. one of the zealots took a swipe at me with his psi blade, and i managed to block the blow in time. Then the pole fell into two pieces. disgusted, I spit out the other half, and when I did a gob of blue liquid came out, falling onto one of the zealots feet. Instantly, he was rooted to the ground by a layer of creep, which was rapidly spreading throughout the ship. As the natural toxins within the creep began to circulate through his body, he turned a bright, brilliant blue. the blue eventually began to leak out of his eyes too. and from between his fingernails. He died slowly, eventually folding over like a dead flower, collapsing to the ground in what seemed like slow motion. Needless to say, I was perfectly overjoyed. The other zealots had all followed suit after the moments it took for this blue creep to reach them, and the entire ship had stopped moving, although it was still airborne. I went back and turned over the banelings. carefully.
"dude, what the hell? since when were you an infestor?"
"infestors can't do that sh*t dude- hes something new."
"maybe our cerebrate knew this would happen?"
cerebrate. right, our ticket out of here. All i needed to do was make him aware of the presence of the corrupted warp prism, and he would be able to control it. I reached out psychically, contacting our overseer.
"yes, this is zerg overmind office 25372, blaarg speaking. how may I help you?"
"hey blaarg, we infested that warp prism you saw last week. she's all yours."
Suddenly, the entire craft lurched into motion. we were going home.
Edited by Hellspork on 7/30/2011 10:04 AM PDT