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[Salsacookies]

You are one of The Tribe. Who are you, that makes the tribe? More importantly, What are you, that makes The Tribe?

[Salsacookies]

Hellfire Tribe: Demons- Apex Predators of the Firewood Jungle
Dreath: Shaman- Leading a hunting party on The Bash-Stamp
Kroll: Forager- Stabbing a stick into a tree.

Bash-Stamp Tribe: Tiny Orcs of the Firewood Jungle
Grug: Hunter- Caterpillar was stolen, enraged.
Karp: Fisher- Legless and catching a fish.
Ogg: Chieftain/Shaman- Old and in charge

Slow-Moving Tribe: Located on volcano within Hellfire Jungle.
Ugg: The Surface Eyes- noticed infestation of drakes

[crazyabe]

I am Dreath, of the Demon Tribe, And I am It's Greatest Shaman.

[Salsacookies]

I am Dreath, of the Demon Tribe, And I am It's Greatest Shaman.

(6) You are Dreath, of the Hellfire Tribe, eternally burning beings of pure malice.
(5) You live in a tropical forest, resistant to the flame, and filled with equally malicious creatures. The rain stokes your flames, making you burn brighter than any other Hellfire, and placing you promptly as apex predator of these jungles.

Great Shaman, how shall you guide your brothers and sisters.

[Harry Baldman]

I am Krool of the Hellfire Tribe, forager and resident survivalist supreme. I gather a wildly dissatisfying crop of evil undomesticated bananas.

[Salsacookies]

I am Krool of the Hellfire Tribe, forager and resident survivalist supreme. I gather a wildly dissatisfying crop of evil undomesticated bananas.

(1)You are Kroll of the Hellfire Tribe, least favorite forager of the resident survivalist supreme.
(2)You were told to gather a crop of evil undomesticated bananas, but only managed to capture one, which is currently sinking its teeth into your behind. The survivalist is not pleased, and whacks you on the head for your failure!

[LordPorkins]

I am Grug, of the Bash-Stamp Tribe, Expert at the finer points of cooking meat and smashing things. I look for neaby edible things. For me this means anything better than a rock.

[Harry Baldman]

Well fuck him, let's see him do any better, and you can tell him I bloody well said so. These bananas are ungodly pests, I tell you what. 20% peel, 80% seeds, 110% goddamn unbearable.

[Salsacookies]

I am Grug, of the Bash-Stamp Tribe, Expert at the finer points of cooking meat and smashing things. I look for neaby edible things.

(What race are you?)

[LordPorkins]

.....Grug dunno. Grug has no time for such deep thoughts.

[Salsacookies]

I am Grug, of the Bash-Stamp Tribe, Expert at the finer points of cooking meat and smashing things. I look for neaby edible things. For me this means anything better than a rock.

(1)You are Grug, of the Bash-Stamp Tribe, which are tiny orcs with a chip on their shoulder.
(4)You managed to wrestle a foot-long caterpillar into submission, and with your Herculean strength, heft it back to your tribe, (5) Which live in a massive (in comparison) tree-cave system, hundreds strong, in the Firewood Jungle.

Well fuck him, let's see him do any better, and you can tell him I bloody well said so. These bananas are ungodly pests, I tell you what. 20% peel, 80% seeds, 110% goddamn unbearable.

(4) You impress him with your harsh words, and agrees with your sentiment of the bananas. He gives you a second chance at glory, (4)by giving you a sticky long stick, and telling you to harvest and murder the tiny orcs nearby, who are causing a mild nuisance.

[LordPorkins]

I rip hunks out of the caterpillar and finely sautee it over a fire along with  garlic and other seasonings

((Can i be bigger than an ant? Hows about like Hobbit-size?))

[Harry Baldman]

Eh, good enough. Go harvest some orcs. Stick 'em with the sticky sticking stick.

[LordPorkins]

Upon approaching the nest, Krool smells a delicious aroma of the finely roasted Caterpillar.

[Salsacookies]

(( I'll make you Smurf-sized, and you'll live in a tree. There will only be hundreds of you though, deal?))