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“Don’t worry about it,” Smoke replied. “I’ve killed so many of these natives that it is practically a hobby of mine. But now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to get the fuck out of here. Their real warriors left some time back and I don’t plan on being here when they return.”

Mead nodded and smiled as he began to walk into the pyramid.

“Good luck to you,” Smoke called after him. “I really wanted to kill you myself, but it looks like you’re in too much of a hurry to take care of that yourself.” He started laughing heartily as Mead walked through the threshold of the ancient temple. The air inside was musty and smelled of death. He could hear the echoing of Smoke’s laughter against the stone walls as he went inside to face whatever force had been calling out to him.

Although it was deep into the night Larry could not sleep. He was on edge and his mind was racing a billion different thoughts. The female gorilla who had taken a liking to him and her baby were curled up sleeping soundly beside him. As he looked into the night sky he felt that he truly was his home. This was his family that he swore to protect and he knew that he would never be able to return to his previous life. As he sat gazing up into the stars he suddenly heard the cracking of bows and arrows whizzing through the sky. He could see in the distance as one of his gorilla comrades was shot down from a tree and let out a weak grunt as it fell to the ground. Larry raised his sword high and screamed out as he beat his chest alerting the rest of his tribe that they were under attack. He shook the female and urged her to take her child to safety. The gorillas took to the trees and began to clash with the attacking hunters. They were able to reach a few of the archers, but the hunters had surrounded the grove before striking leaving them completely surrounded.

Larry ran to the center of the grove to lead the gorillas on the ground to prepare for the incoming wave of hunters that were running in at them from all directions surrounding them. As they grunted preparing for the incoming enemy another gorilla fell from the trees shot down by arrows. Larry let out a scream and led a charge directly towards the enemies on the ground. As they came into sight Larry wasted no time and swung his mighty sword decapitating the first native he encountered. The apes followed his lead and smashed into the line of hunters. Many of these gorillas were weaker than the ones he had brought to battle earlier and some were already suffering from injuries, but they fought mercilessly to defend their home. Larry continued to slice through the oncoming forces but as he looked around he saw more and more of his gorilla family falling to the seemingly unending onslaught of these hunters. As the battle raged on the gorillas did their best to fend off the attackers but they were hopelessly outnumbered. The archers in the trees turned their attention to Larry and the gorillas on the ground and unleashed wave after wave of arrows that brought more of the gorillas to their knees. Fortunately many of the hunters were also struck. Larry continued to fight as a sharp stone knife raked across his leg, he returned the favor with a sword slash to the throat. He spun around and found himself to be completely surrounded. As he looked around it seemed that all the other gorillas had fallen in battle. He failed them again and was filled with rage. He plunged himself deep into the mass of hunters and began slicing at them wildly, prepared to make his last stand. He was sliced at and cut by their weapons but the thick hide he wore lessened the damage of the blows and made him feel powerful.
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Guybrush is my homeboy.