OOC: Welcome to the first roleplay set in the Stone Age in The South Pacific. In this short story you will experience the story of Bugu, a popular hunter in Gianlucian culture, and how he has killed his first Gianlucian Krah. A Krah was a huge ancient bird, which has gone extinct 15,000 years ago.

It was a day like any other as the sun has started to rise from behind the woods.
Bugu was already awake, because he couldn't sleep. Something kept him awake - a feeling that something big will happen today.
He stood up from the ground and walked to the entrance of the cave, where he saw his brother Bagbag.

"Ah, Bagbag! Oola mambo?"
"Oola mambo, hahahaha!", Bagbag answered.

"Papana bangbo mumbu?", Bagbag asked, on which Bugu could only answer: "Mumba di".

Bugu walked to his sleeping spot again and took up his spear. After giving his kids a little tickle to wake them up, he gathered the other hunters around him and explained to them once again, that if they wouldn't catch anything today, some of them have to die. One has to know that there was a food shortage recently. Due to the long and cold winter, there weren't many berries to pick around and other tribes in the area seemingly have caught every animal in the nearest surroundings away from them.
This is why Bugu had another hunting plan for today: His plan was to go eastward towards the Great Lake instead of wandering through the woods like they would normally do. After all most animals stop by the lake to drink their thirst away. 
So him and his 6 colleagues went out to march into the direction of the Great Lake, always being cautious because nobody knew if there were any other humans around following them.

Fortunately there weren't, so as they arrived at the lake, they hid in the bushes and waited for an animal to arrive.
After a few hours, the sun was already at its peak, a big enough food supply would finally arrive. It was a bird, but so huge - it couldn't possibly fly. Also Bugu saw, that the wings had dried blood on them, so he figured this thing must have been wounded.
He decided to take this thing on. As the bird put down his bill towards the water to drink, he went out of his hiding spot and ran towards the bird. The spear firmly in his hand.
Of course the huge animal noticed, something is wrong and turned around. As it saw the spear, it panicked, but like Bugu thought: It wasn't able to fly.

The spear was thrown by Bugu and....it hit. "KRAH", the bird screamed before flopping onto the ground. The blood pooling around it.
"OOGA BOOG BOOG ANG!", Bugu exclaimed and every other hunter also ran to him, celebrating his catch.

Every hunter got around the bird, took it by one of its extremeties and then they carried their food to their home cave singing a kind of marching song.
When they arrived the thing was cooked immediately by the women, while the men watched the children telling them about their adventures.

And if they haven't died yet, they still continue living.