Neilo, unfortunately all of my characters are already spoken for. However, my game having taken a turn for the dark side lately, I want to take a moment to help start your hatchling empire off right with a twist on the old Irish blessing:
May the road speed your armies,
May the wind scourge your enemy's back,
May the sun bleach the bones of the slain,
And the rain pour down through broken halls.
And until we meet in battle,
May the devil hold you in his thorny grasp.
It's better suited for fantasy gaming, I guess, but hey, I played a lot of AD&D in my youth, and it's the sentiment that counts, right?
Spore. When you absolutely, positively got to kill every motherfrakker in the galaxy. Accept no substitutes.