A star falls from the sky, followed by a loud crash. Overcome by curiosity, I move closer to investigate. The smells of singed earth and shattered metal fill my nose.
A human-machine, of course. Such things litter the landscape with their foul smells and poisonous fluids. I turn to leave with a snort of disgust, but stop in my tracks. A strange sound, not the short chirps of humans, but loud and shrill.
In the still smouldering and sparking wreckage lies a small animal, miraculously unharmed. It looks somewhat like a human, but not as I remember them. Too small, deformed, with an oversized head and limbs too weak to lift itself.
Against all better judgement, I find myself standing over this creature. It has the smell of humans about it, but its own smell is not particularly unpleasant. I lick its cheek, brushing away its tears of salt, and its loud crying stops. It lifts a chubby limb to touch my face without a trace of fear. Our eyes meet. I cannot leave it to die.
Your faction will be a New Tribe.
Start with 1 people, chosen from 1.
Your people will be at most 19 years old.
Start with research: Pemmican
Start with:
-Thrumbo x1
-Pemmican x100
-Wooden spear
-Short bow
-Wood x50
