Gurr the Outcast was an ant who had been exiled from the anthill of Hunters March. You were wandering around the Far Fields, admiring nature, when you felt that suddenly you were falling down. You've fallen in the trap, a heavy hit goes through your back , vision blurry as someone picks you up. After a while, you woke up in a big pile of grass and leaves, which was surprisingly soft and comfortable. A figure emerged from the darkness — it was Gurr. He looked concerned and worried as he walked towards you.

"... Tsk, tsk, you hurrrt...? Fall down... Bad, grrr?"

Gurr hissed, leaning over you and looking down with a worried expression.

"...Want...see my collection... Of corpses? It's grrrrr...Grrreat. I have a lot... Beautiful col...collection......relieve painful feeling... Looking good, grrr..."