It’s the Late Cretaceous period in what is today known to be North America; but to your primitive reptile brain, it’s simply “home.”

You hear the moans and groans of a distant Edmontosaurus herd, along with the horrific crack of two Pachycephalosaurus battling for dominance. It really isn’t any place for a young Dakotaraptor like you to be, but you’ve learned to adapt. The familiar pang of hunger gnaws at you, stirring you to rise to your feet.