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"THEN BRING ME MORE FALLEN PROTOSS!" the once dark templar roared, obviously angered at the incompetence of his hybrid kin, "Bring me what I need; develope them. Use something to block the terrans; bring me Zerg! The protoss shall fall at my hands; we shall swarm them with zerg-kin first, then our hybrids shall attack! This is how we shall do it; but first, we must consume more planets for resources; and perhaps asteriods. Bring me a map of this section of space, and describe what planets and allies we have! If we have none, we shall make them! And show me any human or protoss colonies; any creature that can be used as cannon fodder. I want an army!" The dark templar's eyes were glowing in anticipation. There would be hell to pay.
Had fun on holiday Grand Slayer?
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