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"What follows are the final writings of the now mad sage Agnemesis. Read and learn my prince, your wisdom is a shield to ward what deaths may stalk you."


Last night I slept and in my mind
A wicked haunting voice did find,
That played across an empty breeze
And set my very soul unease,
Of evil it had wove its art
So potent that my mortal's heart,
Was trembling to embrace this sin
But laughing it did draw me in,
And bore me to far off place
Wherein was not a single trace,
Of goodness, light or holy day
Beneath the world where demons play,
And many ancient secrets taught
A place where olden knowledge caught,
My mind among the dusty tomes
In lifeless gloom and hellish domes,
I read of ancient battles past
Between three races and their cast,
Where Terran, Zerg, and Protoss souls
Blaze higher than the blackest coals,
That smolder on the sea of Hell
And so to you I will now tell,
Those things I learned inside my dreams
As horror birthed my wretched screams,
If you can listen, heed my voice
All men of courage, make this choice,
Read on, learn, find all you may
And looking back shall thank the day,
That first you heard of what I write
A group the devil fears to fight,
Heed me well, thus understand
And fear the name of B-Tech clan.

A cosmic distance now is done
Since first the mighty wars begun,
By every dawn these thousand years
The heavens wept a million tears,
As on the gory worlds below
The carts of bodies drag in tow,
Crimson trophies are partaken
Oaths and ancient gods forsaken,
Armies rise and heroes fall
Each race chants its battle call,
Protoss psi-blade, Terran gun
Frenzied claws sweep Zergling runs,
Until at last the weakest die
No soul for mercy ever cries,
Within that mire of steel and blood
Where life crawls broken through the mud,
And all is one chaotic mess
A brutal and ensanguined test,
For sinew, skill and speed of mind
Until at last there came a time,
When four men from one distant land
Had joined their power, wove their plans,
These men born of light and dark
And each a fearsome power marked,
Inside their eyes bright stars were caught
As many worthy foes they fought,
So pearls of mocking laughter rang
A thousand generals grimly sang,
Of triumphs, razings, wealth they took
Once proud towns crushed underfoot
By these four brethren, doom in hand
And each his legions did command,
The dusk, the evening, and the day
Were all as one, through each they played,
Now bear the battle, reap the crown
So watch their victims spiraling down,
For all who pass 'neath B-Tech's plume
Are swallowed in the wraithly gloom,
That comes from darkness and defeat
While on and on their war drums beat,
And thus it came I learned that night
Those men all armies fear to fight,
By madness caught and maddened spell
As all my once proud courage fell,
Oh ye of courage know my voice
Alas we have no other choice,
So bind the world in fearful reign
As B-tech rides to hunt again.

©Fuzzy of B-tech enterprises 1998




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