another night, another loud boom. this time a solitary report, followed by nothing. Troy Loney and ulf didnt even bother to check, they knew someone else was dead. they sat side by side in a hole shaking, with their spears at the ready.
Rylan was:
Troy and ulf had almost calmed down when the angry spirit of thehockeyguru wailed into the camp, searching for Kraftster. but Kraftster was gone...he had fled the Tribe in the night, and thehockeyguru's tortured spirit found no peace.
Troy and ulf were at the point of nervous breakdown, and yet again they could not rest, as the remains of CBear laughed into the night: "I'm done with this world! you fools have gotten exactly what you deserve!" CBear faded into the afterlife, smoking his pipe, and still not giving a single ****.
as the morning light crept up on them, ulf and Troy Loney heard noises. not like before, these were sustained noises that shook the very ground, and they were coming closer. at the sight of their cause, ulf and Troy hugged each other and stared in horror at the behemoth monstrosities rampaging through the jungle, destroying everything in their path:
their wills broken, Troy Loney and ulf made no attempt to fight any longer. just before the demonic contraptions smashed them under their treads, they caught a glimpse of Kraftster, standing up through the sunroof of a jeep with a drink in his hand.
Troy and ulf were
regular tribe members
Kraftster was:
the tribe:
