Mankind is such a pitiful race. A chance mistake of evolution. Soft and weak. Too wear to live without your precious robot devices. Too selfish to rise above your petty desires. Cunning is your only defense. If only you learned to work together, you might be a race worth reckoning. But you won’t. Soon, the galaxy will be cleansed of your impurity. Very soon.
Behold! The powerful Protoss. You are the greatest warriors the universe has ever known… and the most superior. As galactic war ravages your homeworld, you preoccupy yourself with religious squabbles. Perfection is a noble pursuit, but survival requires vile undertakings. Your hubris will not be missed when the “inferior” species wipe you from existence.
The Zerg. The unlimited force. An overwhelming race acting as a single being, hell-bent on destorying the universe. You are nearly unstoppable, but destruction is your only desire. And so you push forward blindly, thinking only by necessity, putting yourself at the whim of the fleshy races that array themselves before you. And soon, they will crush you with their cunning… again.