Mindlessly whacking my way through some Skritt community last night, I was struck by a sudden and overwhelming repugnance at the wanton fury inflicted on a race so lost and frail in the world.
As one little female cried, ‘More come, yes’ , weak with courage and fear, and another died with a plaintive ’No~ ’ , I was overcome with doubts and questions.
Whether it be wailing in death or calling for help, their voices, are infused with a confronting combination of fear, courage and pathos that deserves more admiration and fellowship than contempt and death.
In some ways, it feels like beating up the little guy with glasses in the playground who stood up to the bullies.
It isn’t right.
Here and now, I eschew map completion, wear my ‘Honorary Skritt with pride’ and devote myself to the defense of the little ones.
…Join me!
And while we’re at it, make Skritt playable
This is all fine and dandy, until they have the numbers and then you only hear “KIIILLL IIIIITTTT!!” in such a maniacal voice that it makes one shudder. Skritt are like goblins, all nice and fun until they get the upper hand, then they reveal their viciousness and turn on you without a shade of pity or restraint.
Do not be fooled by them.