The wood burning in the fire snaped as it broke, the fire ate away at the wood's body, but no one cared about that.
Life was good and it was getting better by the day, Nimbus 3 was improving sure it wasn't what anyone had expected but what was.
"And then that one was ah get it off, get it off' he heard the man in front of him tease him as they talked about what had happened earlier, he couldn't help but laugh along with everyone else.
Hunting had become one of the things that everyone did when they were bored, he didn't do it for the thrill of the fight, others did, but he didn't. It was just that there wasn't much for anyone to do here and now there was.
the creatures that the Players brought with them had parts that could be used for almost anything depending on the creature that a person killed.
It was considered barbaric especially since a person could get most of those things with a replicator, but there weren't any on the planet, so they had to make everything that they used.
As a result, everyone began to change how they dressed the moment that the players told everyone what the creature's parts could be used for.
It was kind of ridiculous how everyone decided to go back to the old ways with some more changes, the man in front of him was dressed as what could only be called a cowboy from the movies.
He wore a hat with a long duster coat, along with boots and pants, he even had a pair of primitive slugthrowers.
The Romulan woman next to him was dressed in an outfit that he didn't know the name of but it looked like some sort of Chinese dress that showed her legs up to her thighs.
This was important because the thread that she covered her legs with was so sharp that whenever she kicked anything she would cut right through it.
The threads didn't protect her from the impact, so she was always rubbing ointment or cream that helped relieve the pain that should have made her reconsider the way that she killed things.
The Klingon across from her wore the usual outfit that any Klingon wore, but he could see the changes that the man had made to it.
The cape on his back was made of the fur of a bear that he had killed, the cape was also a coat that the man used whenever it rained or became cold, and interestingly enough it was also a bed that the man used at night.
The claws that hung from the man's belt were the thumb? he didn't know what the one separate claw of the giant bird was called but he called it a thumb.
What it was called wasn't important what was important was that while it was the smallest claw that the bird had it was the strongest and by far the deadliest.
His stomach told him that the food smelled good but it still needed to cook properly.
He looked past the group and saw the ships leaving, and while he was confused as to why anyone was bothering to use them instead of simply beaming the colonists down, he honestly didn't care, because it wasn't his problem.
The loud screech that was mixed with the hiss of a snake made everyone stand up and look into the empty land around them, there wasn't anything here, that was the reason why they had set up camp here.
No trees, no grass, not even dust for anything to hide with so why did they hear something that should have been here?
It wasn't long before the roar of a lion was heard and before anyone could say anything, the rumbling sound of the giant lizards that attacked in packs, followed.
They looked at one another and ran toward the noise, it was clear to everyone where the creatures were going.
It's every man for himself that was the rule of Nimbus 3, or at least that is the rule whenever anyone leaves the towns, but there's a difference between people who know the rules and those who don't.
As they ran towards the place where the colonists were landing, he noticed that more and more people were running with them, there were even a few players amongst the growing group.
He nearly began to laugh at what he saw.
The colonists were Klingons, another race that resembled Humans but mixed with something else and a species that he had never seen before.
It was funny because the new arrivals had decided to pick a fight with the creatures that lived in the area and while they were putting up a fight it was clear to everyone that they were going to be overwhelmed soon.
He wanted to step in and help, but when he tried to move he felt a firm but light hand on his chest.
'No one move, if we help them no, it will be an insult we will move when they are on the ground and fail to stand again." the Klingon says to them.
He sees a group of raptors bite into the shoulders of a man before a third one jumps onto his chest and forces him to the ground.
Several others join the group before they are thrown into the air and the man forces himself back to his feet, he is bleeding but still, he fights with the remaining raptors.
Several snakes wrap themselves around a woman or at least what he assumes is a woman before they start to pull him apart.
Next to her are several men fighting with one of the bears that can make its fur nearly indestructible, it's almost impossible to kill unless someone figures out that its groin is its weak spot.
His teammate roars his voice is followed by the roars of several other Klingons and without him even realizing his body begins to move.
The voices of the hunters aren't alone, as the voices of the growing number of beasts answer their challenge.