archons have hugs of love <-- cholera





melted (muta/ling)
goon soup is served
evaporated
m&m grinded under the tusks of the ultras
spliced and diced from the lurkers
tennis balls --> guardians
herd of ultras trampling
hornet's nest of intercepters
the sky is darkened by the muta/carrier/corsairs
fat hotdogs (carriers)
lovely caterpillars
lotus flowers (cannons)
assassinate the observers/templar
snipe the observers/templar
a river of (units) steaming out of x's base
zerglings filtering into x's m&m
goons got cracked like eggshells from the tanks
medics are having a healing orgy (when it's only medics, no marines)

that sci vessel pilot will be traumatized from having so many near death experiences

turned into jello

front door cracked wide open