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Oh, sorry, of course I should translate that:
Day one:
Dear diary, you'll never guess what happened today: I went towards Earth! To a nifty little outpost of those Earthlings called Niveus. Great view from the window! Plenty of space too! I really enjoy it. I spawned some dretches to explore the place, but they got shot down by the automatic defense systems. I think I will have to look for a way to actually shut that down. I did not find food in here, but I am confident it must be there somewhere. Really great view from the window!
Day two:
Dear diary, today some part of earthling arrived through the teleportation system! Great, just great, I more and more like this place! I sent my dretches out to greet it, but obviously it does not understand any language I know. However, it seems to be quite nice. It controls really strange bodies with only four legs from which they actually just use two to move. Very inefficent, I think. My hunger is getting worse, I must find something to eat.
Day three:
Dear diary, I wonder if the earthling is hostile. Today it sent some of his bodies and they actually harmed my dretches. I think I must make a clear statement of friendship.
Day three, addendum: I tried to kiss the earthling with my dretches, right on the head as is traditional. Maybe I did something wrong, because those bodies dropped dead, certainly not a good way to start mutually beneficial relations. I have a bad feeling about this, a really bad feeling...
Day four:
Dear diary - I hate myself. Why have I been so naive! Earthling is sending a part of it out there into our space just to greet me, yeah... Sending bodies with guns. So much for the automatic defense system, that shit was installed on purpose! So much for that. I am mad at the earthling, mad at the world, mad at myself. No, really, I am in a bad mood now, sorry for bothering you with my distress, dear diary.
Day five:
Dear diary, yes, earthling is in fact hostile. I withdrew all my dretches and it sent out his bodies to kill me, that shows it. Maybe that place at the window is not that good as I thought before, the long past times when I was still naive... However, with a kind of a battle starting here, I finally solved the problem of impending starvation, for now I feed on earthling's bodies.
Day sigs:
IT KILED MY HED! Buger! I siting tere, in midle of rom, stil enjoying view, then bunch of bodies come shoot down my haed! Slime! Fortunately, my consciousness is not bound to head, and I spawned granger to rebuild me head on saver place. Oh wait, earthling, until my mind gains full consciousness again! I shall take revenge then!
Day six, addendum:
Regained full consciousness again. My head is now on top of a platform. I let the granger build some acid tubes and more eggs just to be sure such things do not happen again. Earthling feeds me well with it's bodies, I think I can evolve some of my dretches into something more dangerous, and I am sure I will enjoy it.
Day seven:
Dear diary, just imagine, today I heard that the human bodies talk to each other! Can it be...?
Day eight:
Dear diary, I understand the earthling much better now. Or shall I say, earthlings? That's the reason why those bodies talk to each other and why they run around so confused and are stupid in general: They are different beings! What a waste! Evolution will teach you a lesson now! The superior lifeform is going to win, and I am already planning what to do with that outpost after my victory, for it is only a matter of time for it to come.
Day nine:
Dear diary, being an overmind rocks! I can enjoy this great view out of the window, kill earthling...s, let some of my bodies relax and regenerate meanwhile, it is just great. Poor earthlings, they can only do one thing at a time. I would pity them if I weren't so terribly evil.
Day ten:
hed blown off again. did not care enough. one single earthling came into room. should have more barricades i guess. single good fighter amongst lots dumbs. must be careful. waiting for my head to regenegere. Regenerate, of course. My head just regenerated. Okay, now it is serious. Earthlings, here I come! Fear me!
Day eleven:
Dear diary, evolution was cruel to that species: Just imagine, they have one guy maintaining the defense and supply systems. He build a bunch of gun turrets, even bigger things shooting sparks - AND LEFT A WAY OPEN WHERE I CAN SNEAK IN, HA HA HA! Oh it is so great to be superior. I have the better bodies, they are armed better as well, and I may be stupid, but not that stupid - like the earthlings are.
Day eleven, addendum, I just went - using an advanced basilisk - into their base to tear down their supply structures. It did. Stupid earthling builder! Why did not they develop some more useful species on Earth? One that can heal by itself and does not fire weapons that need to be recharged at structures so easily torn down? Evolution can be a badass. And it speaks through me.
Day twelve:
Dear diary, I ... finished them. I attacked from both sides at once, sniped their structures with my advanced dragoons and killed the rest with my tyrants, while annoying some runners with my dretches. It's over now altough that guy with that cannon that fires those huge fiery shots was impressively dangerous. He was one of the last to survive. Too bad he didn't, ha ha ha! Okay, dearest diary, I gotta spread now, so I will not write for a couple of days. I found out that the earthlings also invaded Karith and erected a cargo station there. What shall I say, here I come! Will be fun! I am looking forward to it.
Day twelve, addendum: Days on earth seem to be much longer than back home, just imagine, one day on Earth is roughly sevenhundred of my days long! Strange creatures, no wonder they lost the fight. And the bodies are mortal too! What a failure of evolution are they, are they not? Whatever, I spread to Karith now. Write you in a couple of days, your's, the overmind.
