Sorry for the hiatus. I'm lazy+college. Also I recommend listening to Rule of Nature during the fight, thank me later :)
Pickle sat in the darkness of a small outcrop of rocks that he had recently made his new home mulling, thinking, and planning while the stars shone above.
It had been a few days since his fight with the red beast, and now not only was his food running out, but more direly, he had not found a single living thing willing to fight him.
He needed to get on the move again, he had killed the apex of this area, and now no creature worth a glance would attack him, or so it seemed.
He remembered that during his victory roar, he heard something, something big, something fierce, when he roared toward this land, the land roared back.
But nothing had seemingly come of that roar, or so it seemed, as a new great apex had appeared and tried to challenge his supremacy.
He shook his head, thinking was useless, doing was more important, and now he needed to head toward that roar it was calling him, even when silent.
Soon, he would fight the beast that challenged him, but unbeknownst to the caveman, this was not a mere beast but instead a god of hunger.
The Next Day . . .
Pickle had been moving steadily through the thick jungle; any creature that merely sensed him immediately ran away as he made his way toward the source of the roar.
But as he approached, the trees and other foliage thinned out until he found a thin canyon of a massive plateau of black-orange and black stone marking the sides. Despite the dark clouds overhead, he could make out that there was also smoke coming from the other side of the valley.
This confused him because there had not been any lightning or any fires around his jungle, and on top of that, the smoke was not black but almost white and barely visible, strange.
He pressed on anyway, crawling and climbing his way through the canyon until reaching the other side, where he found something that even unnerved him.
The area was shaped roughly like a bowl, surrounded by black stone with a jungle treeline on top, with some large pillars jutting out of the ground, but the ground beneath his feet was now made up of only four things; black dirt and stone, decaying flesh, and bones, so many bones.
Hundreds upon thousands of all shapes and sizes, and the smoke was coming from massive mounds of decaying flesh that were covered in some sort of greenish-yellow substance that sizzled violently.
He slowed down now considerably, looking around as he trotted methodically; he hated getting ambushed, but this place dulled his senses; his sight was hampered by the smoke that felt as though it was attacking his eyes, his smell was distracted by the mass death, and decay, and his hearing distracted by the constant sizzling.
For a few minutes, he wandered somewhat aimlessly around, confused and wondering what could have caused all this death; it seemed more likely due to an earthly disaster than an animal.
But then something shifted, a bone or stone, he did not know, but something moved; he thought it was just a bone that had given way, but then it happened again and again, and it was getting closer.
Pickle prepared himself lower to the ground and prepared to fight, he was anxious; he wanted to know what caused all of this.
The steps got closer; it was slower than he thought and smaller, way smaller.
Just then, a protoceratops rounded a small mound of decay to his left, and as soon as it saw the caveman, it immediately shrieked and turned the other way.
Pickle sighed when he saw this and lowered his guard, but just after he saw the burns on the creature and before he could think about it, a large yellow and purple maw leaped out of the bones and ate the unfortunate dinosaur.
Pickle immediately leaped backward and inwardly thanked the smaller creature for its sacrifice as his rival started to shift and stir out of the pile of death it had been resting in.
The red therapod Pickle had fought before was roughly 8 meters tall and weighed roughly 20 tons, this yellow and purple beast named Sauron easily dwarfed that being almost 16 meters, and was heavily overweight with arms so comically small they only had one claw and a body bulging at 60 tonnes of fat and muscle. Its mouth, so crowded with sharp teeth of all sizes, it did not have any lips and constantly drooled in starving anticipation of a meal.
The beast's eyes were yellow, red, and full of malice as if this beast crawled out of the underworld to make the world more evil by its mere presence on Urth.
Before the caveman's mind could comprehend the incarnation of hunger in front of him, it raced toward him with its powerful legs, forcing the bulging body forward at a surprising speed.
Pickle dodged out of the way but paid the price for his hesitation a large swath of flesh and muscle from his lower leg, just above his heel, disappeared. On top of that, the wound burned painfully, making Pickle grimace as if salt was replacing the blood in his wound.
He turned around to see one of the beast's teeth more bloodied from the wound it had just inflicted and the monster itself turning to reengage its foe, mouth agape to consume the hominid challenger.
Pickle quickly got on all fours and began to move as fast as possible as the sentient maw desperately tried to close the distance, smashing through bone and rock as if they weren't even there. Eventually, though, Pickle leaped through the eye socket of the skull of a large ceratopsid and managed to shake off his pursuer.
Pickle, after peaking to see his assailant running past in blind rage, sat down to look at his wound and plan. The wound, while painful, would heal, but what was more important was to mentally recover from the shock and awe of the yellow beast's opening onslaught.
Pickle refocused and realized this was what he was waiting for, a beast truly terrifying, more dangerous than anything else he had ever seen, except maybe the red-haired one from his previous world. Regardless though he knew he could win, he had to, his existence was fighting, put into this world to struggle against the odds.
For no matter where he appears, Pickle fights, Pickle conquers, PICKLE LIVES.
Pickle leaped out from the skull and bellowed on top of it to once more get the attention of his opponent; in seconds, Sauron charged through a mountain of bone, ready to fight the caveman.
But rather than charging as Pickle had expected, Sauron turned its monstrous body around in a swift motion and hit Pickle with the appendage's full force, launching Pickle tens of meters backward toward the wall of the valley, causing cracks five times Pickle's size to appear across the wall.
Pickle lay on the ground, puking blood as once more the yellow beast raged toward him, maw open and ready to consume this puny creature that thought itself greater than a god.
But seconds before Sauron could enjoy his meal, Pickle quickly got up from the ground and prepared himself.
Before Sauron could react, Pickle launched a thundering uppercut directly onto the beast's chin. The force was far more than Sauron expected, and the yellow beast's head was launched upward with such force that hundreds of the monster's teeth flew like shrapnel all over the battleground.
The beast's head and body reared backward in pain and anger and fell onto its back, spasming in hatred, attempting to right itself back onto its feet.
Pickle, almost instinctively, ran toward the longest tooth he could find; finding one roughly as long as his arm, he dashed toward the beast, ready to test his new blade.
Learning from another warrior from the previous world, the one who could cut without cutting, he knew what to do with the sharp implement at his disposal.
He ran up the monster's tail, slashing and stabbing it as he ran up it toward Sauron's legs, when he reached them, the caveman slashed and stabbed wildly both to try and immobilize his foe.
But he misjudged the sheer wildness of Sauron's thrashing, lost his footing, and fell back onto the dirt.
Before he could recover, a massive clawed foot kicked the caveman meters backward into the wall he had already hit.
Meanwhile, Sauron managed to turn himself back onto his feet and turned to approach his opponent once more, but instead of his maw, the beast, recognizing the effectiveness of its previous attack, began to wildly kick at its adversary.
Pickle, already disoriented from the impact, couldn't react at first and had to bear multiple kicks against the stone wall but soon was dragged under the claws toward the face of the beast.
Sauron roared directly at Pickle, attempting to break the caveman's will, one last humiliation for the creature that dared to stand against the god of hunger.
But instead of cowering, the caveman returned a roar just like the one Sauron had first heard a few days ago, marking the period he knew this challenger existed. Sauron reared slightly in shock but soon, was filled with primal rage once more.
Forcibly dragging and throwing Pickle away from the wall with his claw, he ran toward him, and before Pickle could recover, the yellow god began to stomp violently on the caveman, intent on crushing him beneath his might.
Sauron roared wildly in mad exaltation of himself, he would consume this beast and then onto the other gods, soon SAURON WOULD CONSUME ALL.
But suddenly, he couldn't lift his leg and looked down to see the caveman still clutching the sword and gripping onto his mighty claw. Before he could react, the caveman began to lift the 60-ton beast upward; Sauron nearly lost his footing at first but soon did when the caveman began to spin around, dragging the monster along the flow of the valley.
With each rotation, Sauron was lifted higher until, after three spins, Pickle threw the beast more into the air and leaped after it in mid-air.
After reaching a point higher than the beast, the caveman angled his body downward and holding his 'sword' in one hand and using the palm of the other to force it downward, Pickle fell with Sauron, and a mere second after the beast hit the ground Pickle plunged his sword deep into the beast's stomach, pushing it deeping with the palm of his left hand.
Sauron roared in agony and rage as the blade pierced his fat and muscle and made it deep into his intestines. Pickle wildly angled and stabbed the sword in and out of the wound to cause as much damage and pain to the monster as possible.
Pickle noticed that the beast's roars soon turned to coughing and almost a choking sound, but it didn't seem like it was dying, it couldn't be dying. Pickle could tell that the small wound he had created was definitely not enough.
Pickle leaped out of the just mere seconds before Sauron's mouth filled with green acid and puked it all over the area around him. However, the caveman was still hit by a few droplets flung wildly by the beast hitting his shoulder, knee, and various parts of his arms.
Both opponents stood up once more and stared at each other once more, Sauron heaving its maw and body in rage, he would destroy this puny creature that should be groveling at his feet. Meanwhile, Pickle bared his fangs and held his arms widely, daring his opponent to come at him once more.
Sauron moved first, and Pickle quickly reacted, dodging out of the way, and began to dash away from the beast. Pickle knew he needed a new plan to defeat his opponent, but before he could think of one, Sauron barreled suddenly toward him, knowing he couldn't dodge in time, Pickle took the tooth in his hand and threw it like a spear directly into the monster's left eye.
Sauron reared in pain as Pickle continued to move, however, the yellow therapod quickly recovered and began to pursue its adversary once
Pickle kept trying to think of what to do next, looking around wildly for anything; then he saw it, the oversized ceratopsid skull he had taken refuge in earlier, and smiled, knowing immediately what to do.
Wheeling backward, he ran toward Sauron, dodging to the left of the maw of the beast to retrieve his weapon lodged in its eye. He rolled under it as it tried to pivot and eat him again, but Pickle made sure to get back into its vision to ensure it would follow him toward its final destination.
Sauron continued to chase Pickled but kept losing him in his new blind spot in his left eye, but soon found him again standing in front of a large bone, whatever it was, he would smash through it after he ate the annoying caveman.
However, the caveman dodged away once more, and Sauron reared up to see he was barreling straight toward the horn of the large ceratopsid. The monster tried to stop and pivot, but it was far too late; with the full force of his own body, Sauron stabbed himself in the stomach directly on the spike of the skull.
Blood and acidic puke rained everywhere as the wound left in the god of hunger gushed violently while the maw flailed wildly in pain and rage, desperate to escape the pain and hurt the caveman.
Pickle dodged through the rain of blood and acid and made his way toward his opponent, taking relatively few burns in the process. He ignored the pain, he knew this was it, it was do or die here and now.
He climbed up the body of the beast, attempting to make it to its head to try and make a finishing blow.
But just as he reached the monster's chest, its maw suddenly came barreling down in one last desperate act to swallow his opponent and drown them in bloody acid.
The bite was a success as Sauron nearly perfectly swallowed the caveman, but didn't seem to bite the caveman, which was strange, in fact, it was almost as if the caveman had willingly leapt into his maw . . .
Wait . . .
Just then, the top jaw of Sauron exploded in half as the caveman gave another devastating uppercut straight through the roof of the theropod's mouth, snapping the top part of the skull in half. Sauron gave a horrid roar that was terribly distorted due to his managed face.
Pickle, covered in acid burn from head to toe, climbed from the beast's head and to its forehead, lifted his sword, and roared savagely as he brought it down on Sauron's skull, in the end, the strength of his maw came back to bite the god of starvation, as Pickle's force mixed with the tooth's strength pierced strength from the monster's skull and into its brain.
If Pickle, with the sheer force of the blow, didn't immediately hit the vital parts of the brain, the beast certainly would have been lobotomized, but Pickle knew the monster was as good as dead, as Sauron gave out one last week roar filled with bitterness and hate, as the beast wondered how such a puny and weak thing managed to kill a god, its body spasmed randomly and mouth filled with bloody foam.
Pickle, covered in burns and blood, looked up at the sky as thunder and rain suddenly entered the valley, and Pickle once more gave out a primal roar in triumph, Pickle once more had conquered and would enjoy the fruits of his labor in the coming days.
But afterward, Pickle saw something in the treeline on top of the black stone that surrounded him. They seemed humanoid, in fact, on closer inspection, they were . . . other humans?
Meanwhile . . .
Chaos stirred in its steel temple, surrounded by its legion of kin and human slaves, it had heard Sauron roar a few days ago and had heard the foolish 'so-called god of hunger' seemingly engaged in battle with something.
But then the roars from the yellow therapod stopped, and a new roar took its place, the massive baboon-like monster looking up in interest and anger.
A new and unfamiliar claimant to the lands of Urth, another foolish being thinking it could stem the tide of decay and the god of such an unstoppable force.
He roared and yipped at the prospect, awakening and scaring many mortal creatures around him. He would await and prepare to see what this new pretender decided to do, but in the end, all were nothing compared to decay and rot incarnate.
Once more, the primal rage of the god of decay will be unleashed, for in this land, the concrete and iron jungle, CHAOS REIGNS.