Cannibal Rim

[Rexstriker]

I came up with a scenario for myself, in which I take the tribe scenario and make every pawn have the cannibal trait. I challenge myself to
1. Eat any mere mortal who trespasses on my territory
2. Feed my people man meat as much as possible
And since I've been doing writing things lately, and need some practice, I documented the first while of this game.




-The tribe of 5 arrives in the new land, a land of honey and milk, and a new beginning

-In the old tribe, the consumption of human flesh is taboo to the highest degree, punishable by banishment

-The sun was high, but it wouldn't be so for long

-An old smooth stone building lay not far from their location. Abeneiro investigated. This ruin could possibly be shelter for the night.

-He stopped. A deep hum and mechanical whirring could be heard from inside.The building felt wrong, it shouldn't be there, it was unholy. Something ancient was there, and Abeneiro knew better than to disturb its slumber

-A few huts were constructed, they were simple and dirt, but they would do

-Another space was made for the pets, Toby the cat, India the husky and Barton the terrier

-A few wooden pillars held the roof of the stockpile, it became a favourite shaded resting spot for the pets and humans alike

-As Barton rested under the roofing, he was unaware of what crept up behind him. A fox jumped out, clamping its jaw on his tail. In surprise, Barton tried to get up and run for help, but the fox's grip was strong

-The fox shook its head side to side to tear into its mouthful. After a good few seconds of it, the tail was ripped clean off, showering the dew covered grass in fresh blood.

-Unsatisfied with its catch, the fox dropped the tail and went for the kill. He pushed Barton down by cutting his front paw deep into the dog's side. With his prey on the ground, the attacker crunched Barton's paw, audibly breaking bone.

-Barton whined in agony, delivering a quick kick into his attacker's side. With his limb released, the dog stood up to its stunned aversary.

-The members of the tribe were shouting and rallying in the near distance, Help would arrive soon.

-In an attempt to make the next move and finish the fox, Barton rushed forward, despite the limp and widened his jaw to bite down on his foe. The fox saw it coming too easily. In response, he attacked higher, gripping his jaw on the dog's nose.

-Not delaying for a second, Barton then wrapped his jaw around the fox's lower mandible, pulling with all his might

-The two were stuck in a deadly tug of war, blood dripping down their faces. The tribe members arrived, one with a bow, and the club wielder not far behind.

-Berro pulled the string of his bow and shot quickly. It was unaimed and not well executed, missing entirely. Abeneiro ran up beside him. They shouted to each other in their native language. "Fox! Fox!"

-Berro calmed himself and aimed properly, hitting his mark in the fox's neck. The beast squealed and recoiled back, tearing Barton's nose clean off. Abeneiro walked up to the sorry creature, it whines and twisted on the ground with the arrow protruding from its hide. One swing was all it took.

-A week passed, Barton was still bedridden and recovering from his injuries. Their rudimentary medicine didn't seem enough and doubts of him lasting weren't few.
-Berro and another tribe member sat by the canine, everything was patched up to a degree, and the medicine had been administered. All they could do was lower their heads and wait.

-Condor, another member of the tribe opened the door of the hut, looking overly excited. "What is it? This better be important" Berro demanded.

-"Cotton men from the east, visitors! Visitors!" Berro's expression shifted drastically. "The cotton men always bring good thing!" The cotton men were called as such as due to the odd clothes they covered themselves in. It was a limited description in the very least.

-They might have something that could help Barton, but that was hardly the first thing on Berro's mind.

-Two men could be seen bumbling around near the huts. Irwin, a skinny pale-skinned man in a bucket hat and Panda, a much larger man with skin colour much closer in resemblance to the tribe's people, but it was quite easy to tell he wasn't from any native tribe.
He looked much older than he actually was, with his greying hair and retreading hair line, he looked much more into his 40s despite being 27.

-Panda carried a small knife in a little leather sheath, Irwin carried a revolver, tucked into their own pouch strap. Berro had never actually seen one of the fire sticks shoot before, but he had seen a similar weapon carried by a rather tasty sky person.

-They never got a chance to use it however, they can't use it in their sleep

-Berro approached the two men in an odd manner, Inspecting them head to toe like a skeptical auctioneer."Hello?" Asked Panda. "Do you speak English?" The man with darker skin was a little fatter up close. Good

-"Yes" Berro had learned a little of the language from the few of the Cotton men, hopefully enough to work out a transaction.

-"Ah, good thing that" He sat down a large box he had burdened himself with. "Do like what you see?" The box was filled with many strange things, but a few things were easily recognisable.

-A large technical rifle was presented at the forefront. Berro recoiled at little at the sight of the powerful weapon. "Not that one, I know that you couldn't afford something like that" Which was quite true in honesty, not that Berro would want to use such an unholy weapon.

-He pointed to a case of medicine. "We buy. Take Silver?" It took a second for Panda to work out what he meant, but it brought a smile of satisfaction and relief.

-The silver was given and the medicine was received. Barton responded well to it, giving a hope that he might pull through.

-The strange men had packed up their things, and looked about ready to leave. Berro approached them with haste. "No no no. Stay. Come." He beckoned the men.

-The cotton men had been traveling for quite some time, the hospitality was well received. They turned the corner, only to find three of the tribesmen, bows at the ready.

-"What is the meaning of this!?" Panda cried. Irwin reached for his gun, but it was all too late. Berro swiped his head with a large club made of jade. He fell with a thud, and was put down with a quick jab of a spear by a man on their flank.

-Panda gasped in horror. He tried to back away, as he did so, the arches let their arrows loose, instantly making into a living (or not so) pincushion.

-The tribe celebrated and danced for the feast. It had been so long since they have tasted man flesh, it was truly a time for rejoice!