Wake. Stalk. Kill. Sleep. Years have passed by, every day blurring into the next. No familiar sights or smells, save for the tall pine trees and damp caves that serve as suitable protection from the changing seasons. Survival is the only thought, the only driving force that pulls one up and out to find prey, defend territory, and broadcast the glory of victory throughout the woods for all to hear. Any competition, any potential threat that would cause harm to one's self or belongings is immediately snuffed out of existence. Which quite frankly, leaves no room for human thinking. #slowupdates
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