You are in the costal forests of Europe, 165 million years ago.

The damp, salty air of the Middle Jurassic shore hung heavy around you. You were scanning the shoreline of what you hoped was a deserted beach. The water in the shallow, rocky tide pools was eerily calm, reflecting a sky dominated by a brilliant sun.

Just then, there was a soft crunching of footsteps, a heavy, rhythmic impact of something massive stepping on wet shale. You spotted a 15-foot-long predatory dinosaur emerging from the foliage, maneuvering across the slippery rocks.

It was a Eustreptospondylus.

Its back was curved, just as its name implied, with a sleek, horizontal posture that radiated intelligent menace. Its skin was a mottled grey-green, blending perfectly with the coastal wet rocks. It paused, lifting its pointed snout into the air. You held your breath, smelling the carrion-scent of its last meal. The large horizontal nostrils widened, and you caught a glimpse of its tall, jagged jaws. It looked less like the roaring monsters of stories and more like an overgrown, deadly Komodo dragon, designed for this archipelago world.