((right
Oh boy... time to play a villain...))
<Greetings. Kelran the weakling. I am Kresillet-4482, you and I are going to become very very close...>
<GET. OUT. OF. MY. HEAD.>
<Oho! such a fiesty mind! Oh? whats this? you have an extra line of neuro-chemical defense? impressive...
but not impressive enough..
do you know what they call me in my pool Gryphon? They call me the death's hand. Dont you want to know why?>
<no> Kelran was being more conservative with his energy now. Digging in for a long fight.
<Well its a shame then, because Im going to show you...>
<AAAAAAAAAAAGHGHGRHG
G> Images flashed across Kelran's mind, pain seared his limbs, his heart, his lungs.
<I was once a shocktrooper for the Yeerk empire. I have experienced Host death 14 times, and somehow survived.
Apparently its due to a genetic defect. Most Yeerks die if they are inside the host at the moment of neurological termination, but I have cheated this fate 14 times. What you are seeing and feeling is an exact recreation of each death.
I use these images to break non-cooperative hosts so that they can be given to other Yeerks.
Every time you deny me access to a memory, we will play through one of these little mortality scenarios randomly. Lets begin...
shall we?>