
The Deathskunk |

"Hey! Did somebody say we were flawed?"
The enormous skunk comes into view. It is the size of the factory. It unleashes its fury on the Borg. The immunization, designed for Conepatus Mesoleucus spray, is no match for Enormis Mephitidae (enormous skunk). The machines struggle to keep from overloading in their attempt to immunize the Borg.

The Deathskunk |

The collective finds the lose of drones Irrelevant and simply irradiates the area
The collective analyzes the new data
The collective adapts
The collective decides the glowing hide might make nice boots
The collective harvests the skin and makes boots
Resistance Is Futile
The skunk stomps on any Borg within reach.

Nameless Narrator |
A small frog plays at the shore of a still pond. Suddenly there is a whistling noise. A green tear opens in the sky, and a large black suit of armor emerges. It strides forward, eyes blazing red as the tear in the thread fabric widens behind him.
AMPHIBIAN YOU ARE MARKED FOR SACRIFICE
The small frog shrieks in terror
HALP! DE MEAN MAN GOTS ME!
The Steel Tsar scoops up Margarinefrog in one massive black armored fist and walks back through the green glowing rent. The pond is left empty but for the hissing of the Interthereal Sea as the thread slowly subsides into its component bits and bytes.

June Cleaver |

Primary Adjunct of paizomatix 0 wrote:Not that I mind, but is theer a reason you guys went and sacked my "mom's" home?It was futile for Species 912
Species 912 is now one with the collective
But the things we found in it's lair were...odd
No, that was me. I lost my mashed potatoes, and I just tore the house apart looking for them.
They were behind the radiator.
I have no idea how they got there, but the place is pretty destroyed now.