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I tryed to write a fluff piece for tyranids. Bad spelling aside, what do you think?

"I become aware that my organs are pumping fluids through my mass once again. The call of conflict has gifted my essence with mass. Churning inside the pods fluids the need of me is filling my void:

*Observe – Plan – Invade*

Once again am the nexus to orchestrate the great satiation. These extracorporeal will once again try to resist the envelopment, other vice I would not be here again. I am here to be the instrument for our will.

The tendrils of senses flowed into me as my essence returns to this world of form. As my organs develop I am growing aware of myself. And later on my senses develop. They tell me of the world around me. The birthing pool I am in is feeding me nourishment. I am growing slowly…hatching over a long time. This is not a time of great stress; we want me to be strong. The warm fluids infuse me with gifts. Lesser beings sub come to my command as our bodies’ fuses into one form.

This nirvana of growth is broken as I become aware of the passing of time. The synapses of form sparks me into consciousness. It begins to branch out to the other forms. The tendrils of our essence reveals to me secrets as my synapses are able to manage them. First I sense we are still in a void husk. I can feel the inside of this landscape. All of its organs are dormant. Its senses are flooding into me. The other void husks join my synapses. We are drifting through the void. Stretching the tendrils longer I sense the deluded once. They have made contacts, the first circulation of the envelopment. They call this place Gehenna. They have infiltrated it and they are now drawing us in. All will be enveloped. They know us as the Leviathan, I remember know. They have resisted before, and they have tireless guns to battle our tireless bodies. It matters not. A plan will be made.

I stretch out the tendrils of my synapse and realize that the deluded have showed us much. There are others here. Others are closing in. Even some of our siblings. Indeed it was wise to call me forth. I start to cycle my consciousness through the great network of essence. As I grow I manage to draw more and more into me and hold it for longer. The envelopment will go on and we will grow.

*Observe – Plan – Invade*"





PS: It is from the perspective of a hive tyrant in case it was not clear.

I think that you should move this to the Dakka Fiction board. Background is for discussing established fiction and speculation.

I liked it, I toyed with writing some nid fluff myself for awhile. You have done a good job there. In my opinion, try and use more "we" "us" "ours", will give the feeling that even though the Tyrant is conciously aware that it is still part of a Hive mind and doesn't distinguish between itself with lesser nids. It just acts/behieves like they are just another body art to move with its own mind.

Hope that makes sense, again just my opinion