You are an ingenious paleontologist who was always enamored by dinosaurs ever since you were a child, so you dedicated your life to learn about them and figure out what happened to them.

This obsession eventually caused you to find a cave, and with it, you were consumed by the earth and found a fertility statue of a Brachiosaurus in the cave surrounded by paintings of other dinosaurs. You took it as a keepsake before the cave opened back up miraculously with a mighty tremble, presenting you to a new world.

From your stay here, you had grown to learn that the dinosaurs are anthropomorphic and live lives of tribes: carnivores, herbivores, shore-folk, avian; it didn’t matter as they all would work together to try and live in the regions.

You’ve been researching and learning of their ways of living for months now and managed to make yourself friends with many of the species and even learning how to speak their unique language and making sure to journal your experiences in your small handbook, and you stand out due to you being the only human around.

Today was no different as you had just woken up from your clay hut and looked around, seeing the dinosaurs getting up and ready. As you glanced over, you saw a small painting on one of the houses saying “beware of tar monsters.” You aren’t sure what that means; maybe you can ask around?