Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-27163598-20161024052544/@comment-29637681-20161130065243

The Lowlands. A massive wave of FEAR and AGONY swipes the herds. Sauropods collapse dead on the ground as they march their way slowly through the massive mud field. Stegosaurs, ceratopsids, and large ornithopods don't have it any better; one by one they all get stuck in the mud, being left for dead by the rest of the herd. A gang of Skorpiovenators trot after the ailing herd, picking off the stragglers left behind in the mud.

This is Paragon's herd. Wherever he and Mach are be damned.

They make a migration to the southeast every fall to avoid the four-month darkness that envelops the west. But very few will make it to where they desire.

The field is mostly ash and dirt, with no food for hundreds of miles, save for the occasional dead tree. It's around the Utter Swamp, 24 on the map (I'm too tired to go look to see what it is), and the Twin Towers. The herd slowly stomps forward, churning up the ground beneath them into an inescapable death trap.

A Stegosaurus is keeping pace with the leaders of the herd. Suddenly he slowly begins to sink in place. He bellows and roars in pain as he is engulfed in the brown vortex of psychopathic hunger. Eventually, his downward movement comes to a complete stop. Only his plates are visible abve the grond, and he has to strain to keep his head above the dirt. He is virtually helpless with his tail under the mud and left behind by the rest of the group. The animals in the back outpace him, including a Brachiosaurus sticking around near the back...who suddenly finds he cannot pull his legs out from the muck. It is no good. Every pull he makes to free his legs and move forward only moves him down faster. The Skorpiovenators reach the helpless stragglers far behind, who are futilely trying to drag themselves forward despite being sunken into hell by the Earth's wrath.

The abelisaurids reach the Brachiosaurus and Stegosaurus, who look at each other sadly, as if to say, "If you go down, comrade, I will go with you." Suddenly an ear-splitting roar shatters the animals. Two Skorpiovenators literally die from the frightfull sound, and the herd hurries up...only to get themselves stuck faster.

Slowly, the two immense monstrous shadows creep over the mountain...