I am Karp, laziest fisher of the Bash-Stamp tribe. I am fishing Batfin Googlenauts, big-eyed armored fishes except for their soft underside with batwing-like fins, on the bank of the closest river.
(1)You are Karp, laziest fisher of the Bash-Stamp tribe, waking up to see a Batgin Googlenaut has swallowed your left leg, and prepared to take another bite! (Missing left leg: No pain, but -2 mobility)
I am Ogg, chieftain and shaman of the Bash-Stamp tribe!
(3)You are Ogg, chieftain and shaman of the Bash-Stamp tribe. Old age is beginning to catch up to you, and the young ones are growing ever bolder to challenge you for rule as chieftain. What's worse, someone's now stabbing a stick through your home!
I rip hunks out of the caterpillar and finely sautee it over a fire along with garlic and other seasonings
(4) Yummy, the caterpillar's smelling tasty, and the tribe begins to gather around the food. Then, all of a sudden, a Stick Strikes!
Eh, good enough. Go harvest some orcs. Stick 'em with the sticky sticking stick.
(2)Following the smell of cooking caterpillar, you come across a hollow tree, smoking from the side. Stab, stab, stab, you poke through the holes. All you've caught is a caterpillar, though.
I am Ugg. Ugg belongs to the Slow-Moving Tribe. Slow-Moving tribe lives deep in the earth. Ugg serves as eyes of his tribe on surface.
(6)You are Ugg, the Eyes of the Slow-Moving tribe of Stone Giants, as large and slow as the mountains themselves. (6) You see drakes up ahead. They swoop down and make home in your mountain like giant wasps. These pests must be dealt with before they become an issue.
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Topic: Myth: A Stone Age Fantasy Minimalist RTD (Read 4405 times)