Pleistocene

[close] The world, spinning and turning in turmoil. Every movement is judged by fate and every breath counts one less moment of life. Two worlds, both split in half by the controversies of their inhabitants. Back and forth, like night and day, they collide their teeth with one another. In the same way they are divided they are oblivious. While they focus all determination on overruling the other, they fail to notice the coming cold. Their time, fleeting with the summer's warmth. Try as you might to think reasonably with these savages. May you plan every strategy and guide your actions with knowledge. However, in this world of biting maws and clashing claws, no well thought out battle plan will keep you alive.... only Instinct .