Hey, it's Death(_n_Taxes) returning to the HISHE forum months after some inexplicible turn of (slightly humiliating) events. Nevertheless, after inumerable days of lurking in my basement on the StarCraft 2 General discussion forums, boycotting the sordid treacherous acts of Activision and its cohorts, and the pages of multiple books required for my Summer reading list, I've arisen from my languid throne to return to the nearly forgotten community of the HISHE forum.Much to my disillusionment, not much seems to have changed. Plenty of new shorts and comics surpassing my comedic desire, of course, but the community's activity seems just as stagnant as it was since my departure. Although I'm still glad to meet the familiar faces of fervent posters such as Babbz, Isaac, Animal, 1Arm, and Bliss (these are obviously just a few), it still seems exceptionally sparse in frequent posters.Anyway, there's something I'd like to show you guys, and yes, it involves the universe StarCraft 2 (cringe).Fortunately, it doesn't include anything pertaining to its gameplay (which is sensational, I'll have to admit). It's actually a submission I'm working on for the 2010 Blizzard Global Writing contest.Here's a link which offers some proper enumeration upon the subject.http://us.blizzard.com/en-us/community/contests/writing2010/and here's my submission, which is still under miteculous development. I'll be sure to add more to it in the comming weeks. Before I'll post it however, I'd like to ask you people just to skim through the text and state if you enjoy it, find it captivating, enthralling, dull, or prolix. Just provide your personal outlook upon its quality, or even a mere correction of a typo and/or misused term, or a suggestion towards increasing its "quality." Whatever opinion you feel entitled to, don't be afraid to voice it! This is just something I hold a great passion for, and by the looks of it, you, the HISHE Mods and posters, seem fairly literate to me, judging by your movie reviews and constructive statements, so I'd think you'd make the perfect crowd for my presentation!Once again, I'm very glad to be back, and hoping I'll be able to make a robust contribution to this community for the hours of endless entertainment it has given to me.Here it is! James Raynor’s unconscious body wildly began to convulse in his bed, a result of the contorted memories racing through the darkened void of his nightmares, searing his mind like a hot iron of traumatic loss and betrayal. These images were extremely blurred; filling his vision with large splotches of blinding colors and rapid movements, tearing through his brain at an explosive rate.  Raynor saw these ambiguous images as past happenings, ones he remembered from his days as a rebel of the Son’s of Korhal. Many had included a few of his old-time comrades throughout the war, one of which was Sarah Kerrigan.  He could see the resilient expression on her face as she boarded the drop ship, the one which would transfer her to the surface of Tarsonis, where she was to unleash the rancorous Zerg swarm in order to decimate the Confederacy populous, and seal her impending doom. The painful reminiscent inflicted regret and anger to course within Raynor’s tormented emotions, along with the rampant horror of his distorted dreams.  For what seemed an eternity, he was confined to this realm of his mortifying recollections, causing a thin line of clammy sweat to build upon his skin. Although eventually, after the bizarre haze of imagery had ceased, Raynor’s vision had cleared. He found himself surrounded by a dark expanse of empty space, still in the volatile realm of his nightmares. Amid the blackness, he had been able to discern the hauntingly familiar figure of a human, emanating a slight glow throughout the void. She possessed feminine traits, fervent streaks of red hair streaming down her cold, pristine skin, and a slender form covered in her sliver psi-laced suit. She seemed to produce a spectral presence, with her sterile face, devoid of  any emotion or color, and blank, emerald eyes, staring soullessly back into Raynor’s. She stood nearly 15 feet from Raynor, striking the unnerving resemblance of his former wartime companion, physically unscathed from the heinous betrayal in which she fell to four years ago, yet, sustaining the pose of a lifeless, abandoned form. He was rattled with heart tearing remorse at the sight, letting the image of her stance be further ingrained in his mind with each passing second. Hours seemed to pass as he was subjected to gaze at the emotionally rending appearance, until, at last, the ghostly depiction of his trusted ally Sarah Kerrigan, had shifted in movement. Her eyes slowly looked down onto her arms, which were gradually rising towards her face, as if she were inspecting them for any changes. Raynor was slightly confused at such an action, until he realized, with debilitating shock, that her skin began to alter in color. A pestilent, black flesh rapidly began to consume her body, originating from the palms of her hands, spreading across her arms and shoulders. As it reached her face, the hue of her jade eye-color had became immediately enflamed by a pair of orange smolders. Her thick, red hair had mutated into tentacle-like dreadlocks, and her skin-color had turned from white to a livid green, and the surface of her body armor had altered into the grotesque, rigid surface of an exoskeleton. Misshapen spikes emerged from across her forearms, legs and shoulders, and from her back had sprouted two thin, skeletal wings, spanning nearly 12 feet in width. By the time her metamorphosis was complete, what Raynor had been staring at was the infested contortion of Sarah Kerrigan, otherwise known as The Queen of Blades. He gazed in perplexed horror as her face reformed to the twisted, malicious expression of a grin. She began taking long footsteps towards Raynor, who, having the desire to escape, to tear his eyes from the harrowing sight, was completely paralyzed in his petrified form as she approached, readying her left blade to inflict a single shear of instant death.  As her arm was raised, a mere 3 feet from Raynor, an enormous light pummeled through the darkness, quickly illuminating almost the entire void. Sarah, who was caught off guard, shielded her eyes from the oncoming barrage of seething brilliance, nearly tumbling to the ground at its sudden eruption. Raynor himself was caught in a state of bewilderment at the penetrating brightness, but his attention was quickly grasped by the image by Sarah’s terrified gape upon her face. With resolute eyes, she stared into the heart of the piercing light, which had originated from behind her as she was advancing Raynor. He was puzzled at her frozen phase for a moment, until he had been able to understand what her line of sight was directed towards. He had barely been able to see a slight outline of what appeared to be an enormous, bulky humanoid, which seemed to be the source of the blinding illumination. It began to increase within size as it approached the two, although Raynor had barely been able to distinguish any physical traits of the colossal figure, as the radiance it was projecing had made it nearly impossible to see clearly. As it came closer, Kerrigan was still rooted to the spot, unable to force herself away from the enigmatic being that seemed to strike her with so much horror. Instead, as if to concede for mercy, the Queen of Blades dumbly collapsed to her knees, surrendering herself to the unknown force of the advancing monster. With only a few yards separating the massive creature from Sarah and Raynor, Raynor had finally been able to make out a slightly detailed depiction of the brutish figure. He saw its arms, muscular and hanging to their sides, each holding three fingers with sharpened razors. It had a large, broadened midsection, with four twisted appendages upon both sides, all having a thin blade at their end. Its legs were enlarged as well, with knees that jutted forward, until it reached the ankle, which bent in the opposite direction. It had two collosal feet, insect-like with two massive claws both at least 6 inches in length for each foot. Its head had a round upper-rim shape for the top half, until it reached its broad, protruding jaw, showing 8 thin fangs, each at least 3 inches long. The beast also had two sweltering eyes, glaring down upon Sarah’s frozen figure with coursing aggression. For only a moment it stood there, until it clenched its wrists, leaned back for a heave of breath, and opened its jaw to its full length.  A low, guttural scream shattered the very air, battering the ears of Raynor and Kerrigan. For a moment, Kerrigan quickly lifted her to arms to her face as if to shield herself from the oncoming reverberation. Raynor, to her right side, looked in daft horror at her forearm, and saw a piercing, white vein in her skin, producing a searing light, and growing in size across her elbow. Kerrigan soon noticed this, her eyes widening almost immediately at the sight. She gave a shriek of terror as it continued to spread across her arms, rending her skin apart, reaching her shoulders, and then her neck. Her flesh was being incinerated by the cracks upon her exterior, grinding it into dust as it seeped into the thin air. Her shrill cry rung in unison with the beast’s ceaseless howl as her arms continued to deteriorate. Raynor stared, awestruck in fear and perplexity, his body producing a cold, clammy sweat. For several more minutes, he was unable to tear his gaze from the diminishing form of the Queen of Blades, writhing upon the floor in twisted agony as her smoldering form continued to corrode into darkness. Eventually, her shriek ended abruptly in silence as the remains of her body had dissipated into the void. Raynor had become paralyzed, mentally obstructed at the inexplicable sight. His thought process had been shattered, his emotions oscillating about the fractured mind. For moments, he was unable to grasp concept or reason in his impeded state, stuck in an alien realm of cryptic darkness and decapitated understanding, until the massive beast that had  Kerrigan had taken a step towards him, shuddering the very ground, and yanking Raynor out of his surreal perception. Raynor was on the floor looking up at the towering figure, standing less than a few inches from his chest. The creatures head was inclined downwards, looking towards him, still holding a contorted glare of piercing anger. It  slowly raised its gargantuan foot, and swiftly brought it down upon the head of Raynor. Raynor was harshly aroused from his tormented slumber, bolting upwards while letting out a hoarse cry for air, for freedom from the constricting darkness of his nightmares. His body was quivering, heaving up and down, exhausted from the interminable torture the obscure vision had just inflicted. Finally, his blurred sight had come to his surroundings, to the elaborate interior of the captain’s quarters, its crimson velvet sheets, thick foam mattress, porcelain tile and crystal chandelier, as well as numerous unique types of foreign furnishings and paintings. An exasperated, yet shuddering sigh fell from Raynor’s lips, being disgusted by such affluent accommodations. He was onboard the Hyperion, the Behemoth-class Battlecruiser he and his wartime collaborators had hijacked in order to escape the tyrannical grip of the ruthless Arcturus Mengsk. This small group of rebellious freedom-fighters had become known, to themselves at least, as Raynor’s Raiders, traversing the volatile galaxy and averting detection from its corrupt, treacherous government, bent on enacting a just system in the Korpulu Sector, as well as exploit a sufficient form of unconventional income. However, the group had begun to gradually lose its devotion towards exposing the sordid acts of the Dominion, and enduring the government’s reckless lust for power and control over the sector, which was expanding at a stunningly continuous rate, as well as its capability to seek out and nullify wayward conspirators.