Here's an excerpt from a short story I wrote for it, written from the perspective of one of the Changeling Invaders over a few drinks at a rundown bar.
"Yeah, so… we kinda jumped the gun there preemptively celebrating, especially when we just screwed the pooch! Thorax knew what was up, he had more then general unease about him, he was more on guard then any Changeling there for good reason!
General Luna was in attendance, all dressed in some kind of Ceremonial Old-World gettup like the rest of those Military Jarheads and the groom himself! We all assumed she’d trip over her own boots and join her sister as a heap on the floor but… we have no clue if she was bottling anything up or if it dug up old painful memories but she didn’t just lash out-
-SHE LOST HER FUCKIN’ MARBLES.
The rest of it can be found here! https://sta.sh/01m0k4wyhzxc