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Hey guys, I'm tired of the current state of lore for Tyranids so I'm setting out to write some awful fanfic, tell me what you think so far:


In the days before our consumption left the first galaxy devoid of life, before we perfected what evolution could be, before even the endless voice used the warp as its amplifier. We were still one. A voice still called to us, moving us forward with cause and instilling within us a ceaseless hunger. Our objective clear; consume all life for the continued perfection of our kind.

In truth we were I, and I was them, a force of complete synergy all with the thoughts and drives of a single mind. Our bond was so strong, to think of any member of the hive as anything other than one would be a mistake, it would be like thinking an organism’s limbs as their own being when instead they are but just one part of the whole... but then, an anomaly occurred. The explanation for this moment is difficult at best, and the events themselves clouded in the mind by a constant twitch and jolt of synaptic communication.

Our galaxy lay almost completely devoured. We lurched forward on solar winds to complete our consumption, but then, in the cold, blackness of space, something reached out to us. Whatever it was, it was new to the hive and the great voice, it was like a great storm consuming and absorbing all within the emptiness of space, including us.

The chaotic maelstrom opened first on a small group of our left flank but quickly spread, the raging storm at times seemed to contain life. Horns, claws, teeth, and flame appeared to lash out, but as quickly as they manifested they also disappeared. Wherever the storm covered, we felt pain, the endless voice seemed to communicate something new... fear, and then it was gone, and with it, a part of us.

Lost in the warp seemed to last for both an eternity, but also mere moments. The endless voice became clouded in... my mind. Adrift many of us were torn asunder, our bodies incapable of the pressures and rigors as we passed through the heart of the storm. The creatures from before continued to flash in and out of reality, poking and prodding at us like experiments, and in that time of terror as I looked upon the shattered fleet I could see something in the eyes of my brethren and in... my own body, something had changed, then blackness.

“You must rise.” a voice eased into my head, this was not my voice, this was something, someone else, and was immediately followed by... silence. The endless voice! I could not hear it’s constant chatter. What had happened? What had become of the fleet? Where was I? Eyes shot open, green, beautiful calm grass spread endlessly complemented only by the blue sky above. Looking to my left and right revealed nothing. “Behind you. Rise, and face me.” That voice again, it was like a healing salve to my wounded mind. Muscles strained to lift my bulk. From my slow ascension grass, dirt and root lazily rolled off and broke free from my hardened carapace, some bits of greenery remained fused into the cracks and crevices of shell. How long had I been laying here?

Standing lacked any and all grace, finally I had rose up on my hind legs and steeled myself. Everything cried in pain, breathing sent shocks of pain throughout. “We are behind you, Reborn one.” That sweet voice returned, my sharp nails dug into the cratered earth below me and I swiveled. Finally I saw the truth, I was not the only survivor, a small but still sizable force remained small ferocious predators and hulking organic war machines all stood in some loose formation staring intently at me. Whatever effects the warp had had on me they also shared, moss, dirt and fungus covered their hides, finally the foremost member slowly walked toward me, and with closed mandibles spoke to me, “We, are no longer one mind...”

Is it safe to say this wasn't very well received? I was hoping to make a Tyranid force that could dynamically interact with the other races by having minds of their owns. I just currently hate how Tyranids can't ally in the current game and thought it would be neat to create a rogue element that would eventually fight against the hive mind and maybe team up in dire straights with other armies if it meant 'freeing' their Tyranid brethren.

It violates the basic concept for Tyranids.

Wanting diplomatic Tyranids is like wanting civilized Orks or chaos Grey Knights.

Personally I like it.

Seriously! As LoneLictor said. A new take on Nids would be great, but this......was less than appealing to the mind in more ways than one