There was a world of eternal dusk. It was dark enough to barely see in front of you, but bright enough to see the horrors approaching. Truly an unforgiving environment... The stench of blood filled the land no matter where you went, but it was particularly strong within a certain valley.

For the past 10,000 years, the world was in a constant state of bloody battle. Constant life-death struggles everywhere... but this valley in particular was dangerous.

Day or night. Night or day. This place was in constant echoes of pain and fighting.

Until now.

Within the valley were bodies. Many bodies. The corpses of Dinosaurs and pigeons were stacked to the brim, it nearly filled the valley up to the brim.

Within the center of these corpses was a pit of no corpses.

It was here where the silence was broken, replaced with the sound of crunching bones and tearing flesh.

Crouched atop teh body of a Tyranasaurus Rexasaurs was a young man chewing on trex meat and bone. This guy had blood red hair and his veins glowed bright crimson! This was Atama!

*Munch munch munch*

Atama was hungry.

He spent so many calories fighting, so he needed to consume many calories in order to not be tired, because if he was tired, he would die.

Fight. Consume. Fight. Consume.

It went on like this for 10,000 years.

At this point everything was dull.

Finally Atama realized it'd been a whole 5 minutes since something came to fight him... This was too long. He'd never had so much time of peace.

!!!!

Atama realized he had defeated his last enemy.

"And so I'm alone..."

It was lonely feeling.

"Now what?"

He held his chin in thought.

With no more enemies, it meant no more fights... but if there was no one left to fight, then that meant that there was no one left to eat... which meant no more energy... which meant death.

"There's nothing left for me here."

He thought that by defeating all of his enemies, he'd become happy. He was wrong. It was just boring now.

"I want to go home."