OOC: This is just a presim teaser of sorts, before I post the starting thread for our chomping at the bit CO so the rest of you all can get a feel for some stuff to come....

The humanoid hunter, garbed in thin leathers and cloth furs crotched low among the tangles of brown branches, green-orange colored foliage of leaves and whisps of slow moving white peddles that covered his approach to the prey. In the humanoid’s pair of hands rested the pride of his family’s lineage. The spear was worn, but well cared for, the chiseled stone sharpened enough to cut tough hide. Today was the humanoid’s rite of adulthood, he had to stalk and kill one of the large four legged prey beasts where his tribe and family dwelt. Kill it, harvest it and bring it back for the evening feast in his namesake. “He couldn’t fail....he wouldn’t fail…” he thought.

Reaching out carefully the humanoid rested two of its fiver fingered right hand in the indented track of his query. He felt his sharp sense of smell almost swear it could scent the fear in the beasts wake. He had sliced its left shoulder earlier with a shorter spear, missing his one chance of a quicker kill, so now he had to do things up closer and personal. It was he reflected something he preferred, able to see his prey’s final moments, the sense of victory, of death, of knowing it had fell to a superior being. Gripping the larger spear firmly the humanoid pushed ahead slowly, parting the swaying branches above him to duck under. Ahead he saw a low depression, in it lay the panting exhausted four legged prey. Its size was bigger then he had originally thought, perhaps almost twice so, “..Two…maybe three feasts worth!” he thought excitedly licking his dry forked tongue around his lips. The beast lay on its side its injured shoulder and loss of blood having forced it to halt its flight.

With a final step the hunter pushed up and forward leaping the 10 feet of clearance from cover and drove down hard in a smooth stroke the spear into the beasts chest and shoulder. It twitched at the sudden penetration, another cry of agony echoed briefly from its dying gasp of life. Seeing it was pinned, the hunter grabbed its head to look deeply into its panicked eyes the feeble dying movements of the prey looking into his own deep brown-black irises. Then in its dying gasp the hunter noticed something in the prey’s eyes look even more terrified then of him.....

Before the hunter could react he felt heavy taut vines whip around his neck, under both his arms and between his thighs. The attacker was above him he realized! Being yanked off his kneeling stance the hunter found his grasp just beyond that of his family’s spear. Jerked roughly to the left he saw the danger come into view. It was one of the many roving green-white beasts! One of the few things upon the dirt of home that challenged not only his family and his tribe but all others when they came into contact. The hunter realized he had become the beasts prey! Snarling and struggling with all his might that his muscles could bare he tried to reach the stone knife on his belt. But the green-white beast was no fool another tendril of white flowers a clue he realized that should have put him on alert earlier of this threat came sliding out of cover and restrained him further. Gagging now as the noose about his neck tightened he felt his mouth open gasping for air that would not come in or out. Then the beasts main body slowly came up from the dirt revealing itself from one of the many tunnels it would often create to hide in wait. The hunter realized it had lured him here for easier kill to not just him but the four legged prey he had tracked here! “..Double the feast even more..” his ragged brain thought.

With its main body exposed the planet unleashed a geyser of its seeds, exploding out of the slits of holes in its main body. Once the wind had swirled them about a bit, the noose on his neck released and unable to stop himself the hunter inhaled the seeds of the beast. Almost immediately the effects were obvious, pain, tearing, rending, growth, and more pain, unable to resist any further the beast released him and began to feed on the four legged prey nearby. As blood seeped out of his nose, mouth, ears, and eyes he knew he was done for, his body convulsed and twitched again, spasms made him fall on his back his arms scrabbling uselessly to free himself from his pain. Somehow the hunter’s left hand closed around the knife, and as he saw the thumps in his chest get bigger heralding the coming further pain he drove the knife into his left eye socket and all became black and the pain ceased.

Nearby the green-white beast finished its hasty meal upon the four legged prey, turning back to the other two legged prey it most desired to feast upon a part of it reflected that the prey had died before the seedlings had fully sprouted, no matter, it would feast regardless, and there were always the larger groups of two legged prey further down the slanted earth by the flowing of the liquid they so liked. With no further desire to wait the green-white beast fed, gouging itself upon the fresh meat inside the two legged prey.

GM CockRoach