D.A.N.
Destroy All Neanderthal
Original Prehistoric Fiction
Written by Zath
Edited by DJ Hadoken 7
Episode 1
There were three families of Simians in the beginning.
The Simians from the north, with white fur and blue eyes. The Simians from the
south, with black fur and black eyes. And the Simians from the east, with red
fur and orange eyes.
There was a feud.
There was a feud.
They all lived somewhat close together. But enough apart for there to be
different weather climates. Their villages were situated in such a way that
they formed a triangle.
Near the center of the triangle was land that was vibrant and shined with a
luminous glow. It belonged to the Simians from the north.
But it was defiled—by the Simians from the south. Seed was spilt in the heart
of that land by a highly respected member of the southern Simians.
The northern Simians were furious. But as they began to retaliate, the Simians from the east tried to help by defending the Simians from the south. Alliances were broken that day.
The northern Simians were furious. But as they began to retaliate, the Simians from the east tried to help by defending the Simians from the south. Alliances were broken that day.
And after with many grunts, hoots, and hollers, all the Simians parted. And
the Simians distanced themselves from one another, the separation of the
trine.
The seed that was spilt was nothing more than a territory marker. For after
thousands of years, the Simians from the south returned. But they were no
longer Simians, but now what we call Humans.
As the southern Simians had done before, the Humans too defiled the land of the northern Simians, who were now the Neanderthals. The Humans fought and squatted on these lands, with no end in sight.
As the southern Simians had done before, the Humans too defiled the land of the northern Simians, who were now the Neanderthals. The Humans fought and squatted on these lands, with no end in sight.
On this day, the Humans were confronting the Neanderthals of the village of
Merc...
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The Humans stood there very disciplined while the Neanderthals cringed with
fear. The Neanderthal leader hunched over and had fear and anger on his face.
From within the Human ranks, the most loyal soldier, Nor, shouted, “Sire Manking! I implore you, what must we do?”
The king of the Humans, Manking, responded, “Wait for the conductor to give us the cue. I assume the three men watching him have not run off.”
The conductor was on a hill well behind the Human horde, so that he could observe everything that was going on. Like a music conductor, he moved his arms to cue the flanks.
The men who had been watching the conductor, conveyed the cue, “LEFT AND RIGHT
FORWARD! MIDDLE STAND YOUR GROUND!”
“Sire Manking, I suggest we wait until the shipment of arrows arrives. Too many of them stand.”
Manking was undeterred, “Nonsense! Flanks: attack!”
With their long pikes and their short spears, the left and right Human flanks lunged forward. The long pikes were necessary, for they did not want to get close to the stone clubs that the Neanderthals wielded with their superior strongly built arms.
Though strong, the Neanderthals were at a disadvantage.
“Sire Manking, I suggest we wait until the shipment of arrows arrives. Too many of them stand.”
Manking was undeterred, “Nonsense! Flanks: attack!”
With their long pikes and their short spears, the left and right Human flanks lunged forward. The long pikes were necessary, for they did not want to get close to the stone clubs that the Neanderthals wielded with their superior strongly built arms.
Though strong, the Neanderthals were at a disadvantage.
Having shorter legs, they became exhausted when walking to the battle site.
And their maneuvering capabilities were inferior. So inferior that they
couldn’t even dodge the long pikes that the Humans were thrusting.
Manking grinded his teeth and was fearfully waiting for the conductor’s next
cue.
“MIDDLE FORWARD.”
His men had conveyed the cue, but Manking was reluctant to move.
Nor implored his king once more, “Sire Manking, please lead us!”
Manking took one last breath.
“MEN, ADVANCE!”
“MIDDLE FORWARD.”
His men had conveyed the cue, but Manking was reluctant to move.
Nor implored his king once more, “Sire Manking, please lead us!”
Manking took one last breath.
“MEN, ADVANCE!”
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