A timeline spanning over billions of years. Who knew it would come to this?
First there was light. From the light came the stars. From the stars, planets were born, and from the planets? Life. This made the galaxy, in fact thousands of galaxies were being born every year making the universe flourishing with life.
One specific planet is where the story begins. Be warned for this story is not a very happy one. Let us begin.
There once was a planet, filled with many varieties of creatures and exotic plants. Out of many of the animals, there was one race that was a bit special. Not in a good way of course. This species? Well you probably know from the title. These critters were the weakest of the weak, absolutely pitiful. Even the herbivores who did not have very much power laughed at them. The carnivores had easy eating and they were drove to near extinction.
They were light pink, with ears of an imp. They had the most roundest eyes with little arms and legs.
The Grox ate meat too so it was very difficult for them to get game. They eventually had to resort to feeding off of creatures that others had killed. They developed good sneaking skills and for another eon, they survived.
After a million years of hiding and waiting, the became impatient .The Grox Tribe hated the others so bad that instead of waiting for evolution to come, they forced evolution to come to them. They were one of the smartest of the races so they built tools and armor to help them hunt their enemies. The Grox were one of the first to make an organized group so they quickly hunted the weaker ones first. They swallowed their way into the the middle of the food chain and remained happy. They still were hateful little creatures and still killed more than enough.
Many of the hunted figures out how to make these machines and were competing to get to the top of the food chain. They stood their ground but they were so unevolved that the strength of the other tribes overpowered their own strength. The Grox's sharp eyes could not help them anymore. Their spears and bows did not do anything as some of the tribes had natural armor that was harder than iron.
Grox Tribes began to lose their ground and territory and so began the Dark Ages once again. It might have been the Golden Ages for us because they would eventually go extinct and no suffering would be caused but alas, that did not happen.
The Grox kept fighting, and fighting, and kept getting weaker, and weaker until the species were at the brink of disappearing. It was not without gain though. All these years, their vengeful souls became more hateful, making the pack even more determined to exterminate the entire planet. You could say they fed on sadness. They have come a long way...
