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Seems like nobody doing much from the Strogg, so here's my entry:
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Memories. Flashes. Echoes of life and beauty, lost within the ages. Seems so long ago now.

My hand is not my own. My legs are not my own. I feel metal grafted onto where flesh used to
be, cold where warmth once flowed through. Blood and bone are replaced by oils and tubes,
oozing through me like a river of hate. Gears and servomechanisms hum and whine through my
body like a thousand angry ants, furiously working to cling onto what little life I have
left.

I wake to a world of fire and ash. The air is saturated with a beastly smell of hate and
malice. There are no trees nor wind nor water, for I have lost all ability to evoke such
things. Only the unmistakable draught of suffering fills what remains of my severely
disfigured lungs. I feel no pain, yet pain is all that is left to feel.

Suddenly, the rotted remnants of my mind are assaulted by a million senses of blight and
anguish, like billions of stinging needles searing into my brain. An irresistible force of
unimaginable power grips me completely, urging me to murder and rape and plunder, and to
unquestionably follow its command. My mind is incorrigibly bonded together to a million
different voices, all connected by one singular purpose - to maim and massacre all that
stands in our way. All doubt and confusion is washed clean from my conscience, and my only
desire is to conquer and destroy. Backed by the earth-shattering roars of Mechanized
Walkers, and by the deafening screech of Demon Insects above, I charge toward all that is
left - death.

Seems so long ago now.