Our home, something wonderful, has been disturbed by something new, something deadly, these creatures are huge, they don't use their teeth to hunt, only to eat. These creatures use something that kills efficiently and swiftly, then they carry our corpses off and run away with these hard, cold boxes on wheels. These are our true enemies, we have been captured and now we are forced to fight. Here, in this hell, it's Hunt or be Hunted.
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Hunt or be hunted..
FantasyPredators hunt, prey being the hunted...all animals want to survive. Life can be a blessing but it can be a curse, what will happen next?
