Fan fiction comp march

[it]

Toy story.

Your tyranid collections are sick of playing dumb when you come around, there awake and hungry.(and angry for glueing  them in an uncomfortable position)

Have fun,

Finishes at the end of the month. 

[thewarsmith]

Hey sir, I didn't see this one until today, got behind on other stuff and then life got in the way. March was a mess!

I will catch the next competition. Thanks for running these!

[it]

O.k, anyone got ideas for this month, ideas for a prize maybe.
And thanks for calling me sir.

[gman25639]

I actually had an idea for the March one, I just never got around to writing it... you could just extend this one through April. Prize could be GW card, or just a forum badge.

[it]

Ok we'll extend this comp, and/or the hive mind has reached the Easter bunny.
Enter what you want and as always have fun.

[thewarsmith]

Also worth noting, what word limit are you imposing on this competition? Thanks!

[it]

400-600, just don't let it turn into a novel, keep that for a separate thread.

[thewarsmith]

I'm sorry for the late reply. I kept trying to rework the toy story idea and it just would not click correctly. I instead decided to run with the Easter theme. Enjoy!

Incoming Message…
Encryption decoding now…
Identity confirmed: Interrogator Demarcius. Message follows…

My lord, research has continued into the recent cessation of hostilities from Hive Fleet Nug. As you undoubtedly know, a few weeks past their forward movement stopped entirely, and their ships clustered in the Cadbur sector, on planet Y.

While many believed this to be the direct intervention of the Emperor, our investigation shows an altogether more sinister truth. Cadbur-Y is infested with small mammals that ovulate pure chocolate. The fact that these aberrant xenos lay eggs made of a sugary substance is concerning in and of itself, but the proof of their vile mutations are apparent in their opposable thumbs. These creatures have created factories that are dedicated to processing their chocolate. Even worse, they are selling these products to neighboring human settlements.

The planets engaged in this heresy have been earmarked for Exterminatus. You will find an attached document for final approval of each world’s destruction. However, the race itself has managed to fend off the Tyranids for the time being. The swarms stopped to consume the products within several abandoned factories, and their bloated masses were consumed in turn by the Hive Ships.

For now, the Tyranid fleet seems to be lost in some sort of diabetic coma. I pray to the Emperor that it is permanent, but given their propensity for adaptation, it will undoubtedly be no time at all before they begin to synthesize insulin, or something even more effective…

Despite the obvious evil of these rodents, I did find a strange wicker basket, addressed to me, left near the bulkhead outside my room. It was filled with a selection of their sugary products, and a note warning me to leave the system immediately.

I await your final instructions, but I must insist that we use wisdom and discretion in this situation.

These chocolate eggs are fantastic…

Message ends.

[it]

Congrats on the win and good story.