The Imperium named us. They were stronger than us, so they got to make the decisions. We had just discovered black powder when they arrived with their metal ships.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?No. By humans.
This was a long time before I was born.
-Her usual bright simplicity is gone, and she's recounting this morosely and in detail-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Holy...it must be horrible living under that...ny own world is being invaded, too...
Well, not zombies I guess, like "urgh I'll eat your brains" or something, just like these little blue guys that float around and shoot people with ice and replicate by killing.
edited 17th Jul '16 9:39:46 PM by TooManyIdeas
-Spaces out again-
-His face slowly starts to become more and more vague, until there's just a general idea of a person of indeterminate age or gender, like a fleshy store mannequin-
-And then that begins to degrade, further and further, as tendrils begin to extend from it, fanning out through the air, determined to pick up more vibrations-
-By the time she stops again, he's fanned out completely, the way a slime mould or a drop of food colouring in water would, no longer even remotely humanlike, and the surface of his "skin" is a smooth white, speckled with small pockets that occasionally expand and contract-
-It gently sways as though blown by an unseen wind and does not answer her-
-Then suddenly recoils in agony from something-
{[NO WHY DID YOU STOP DON'T STOP I NEED MORE PLEASE]}
edited 17th Jul '16 10:06:26 PM by WonderSquid
I can still be sorry.
...
I hate it when I'm like this.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

A place called Stagnation. It's a world in the Imperium of Man.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?