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Hey there. ^_^ Welcome to the VALLEY OF MODERATE PERIL. We've got it all. Come to the dense tropical jungles, with sweet juicy fruits and poisonous plants in equal measure. The land, water, and air are filled with viscious beasts, from your run of the mill wild boars to giant insects and dinosaurs. It's a viscious environment, and you have to kill and eat to avoid being eaten, or stung, or dismembered, or clawed to death, or poisoned, or diseased, or mutated, or getting tied up by a tangerine death spider, getting its ovipositer rammed down your throat, and watching two pounds baby giant spiders bursting out of your tender flesh.

The human natives will throw spears at you on a good day, and have a tendency to worship anything abnormally large and vicious. There are other communities that are more civilized, but have a less human build to them, and more inclined towards the muscular, shambling, slit-pupil and befanged description. There are brutal, quasi-human ape-men, not unlike professional football players, cunning lizard-men, and the winged psychopathic Weeroos (and you thought pidgeons were tough on the windshields o_o)
Aside from these nefarious figures, the valley is totally cut off from modern technology and civilization, so you'll have to explain how you wound up here. You can be a wild raised-by-animal-of-your-choice native or go with the old favorite plane crash/hot air balloon crash/very large eagle crash over uncharted waters plot device.

There's plenty of aerobics to do, in the form of running, staying alive, killing things, building improbably complex fortresses out of nothing but bamboo and coconuts, etc., but there's even more food, so you can expect to put on a few pounds. wink Just keep in mind that nine times out of ten, when you bite something, it'll try to bite back. domokun


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I might join in, or run some pet NPCs, but I'll mostly act in a general dungeon master-y capacity.

The strange sea-green leaves were numerous overhead, but still too thin to properly insulate against the blistering sunlight. Small hissings, squeeks, and less easily identified sounds accompanied omnious rustlings in the underbrush.

There was something that, given a few decades, could become a rough approximation of a path. The foliage was slightly thinner, and there were fewer calve-lacerating pricker bushes and cactoid growths. It seemed to be leading at a gentle incline.

Even as Rachel's eyes and feet found the path, a menacing figure burst from the underbrush to meet her. Its eyes were bright with the malcious insanity of all flightless birds. It stood about six feet tall, its broad ugly beak was stained with blood and mold, and it raised a single foot with seven-inch talons coated in an infectious-looking slime.

"KRAAWW!"

The beast gave a resounding shriek and a spurt of blood and feathers. It lashed forward with its claw but misssed and fell to the ground, struggling and squawking.

The rock crashed down and severerd the bird's ugly triangular head from its grey-feathered neck. The head slowly opened and closed its beak, bleeding profusely and glaring at her wtih a "This isn't finished" kind of look.

The body lays still, and the blood flow begins to slow.

I can has more RP-ers?

Kati sat on a large rock, near the river by the little village the natives had made. She glanced back at the angry looking man who stood a few feet away, spear ready to throw if she made a wrong move. She sniffled a bit and looked back into the water. "How the hell am I supposed to get out of this..." She sighed to herself. "And why do they want me... mating purposes?" she asked herself. "Gahhhh.... Maybe... I can pull the old.. "make them think I'm a god." Routine.." she said looking back at the angry man again.