Based and grug-pilled. <|endoftext|> The year is 3006 EE. Thrangg Grimclaw has cast a foul shadow over the Great Stomping Grounds, withering ferns and souring berries; and so, the herds of flatbills have thinned, threatening your tribe and your neighboring tribe, and their neighboring tribe as well, and supposedly even more tribes than you knew existed. A great khurultai is called by the chiefs of many tribes, and it is decided that a band of hunters must go forth and bring down the accursed Thrangg - and you are among that brave few. Arming up with rock-tipped sharp stick, hefty rock on stick, and tree-feller, you mount your trusty tri-horn and venture forth with your fellow hunters, to trek across strange foreign lands in search of your quarry. You will see things you've never imagined: huts that touch the stars, camps with more people than could ever be fed, strange beasts that simply shouldn't exist, men wearing the sun itself upon their breast, horrid roaring beasts that belch smoke being guided by so-called Painkillers, and mystic shamans of unthinkable wisdom like the Veteran Cosmic Rockers. And you will see all of this, and do things you once believed impossible, so that your grug tribe may continue to live their grug way, as they have since before the sun descended upon the world. <|endoftext|> 