Thunder on the Savannah. You stare into tomorrow across a sea of grasses when you first hear it. Thud. Then, Thud. A third. Another. Faster and faster they come. After a moment you realize you are not hearing the footfalls with your ears, but feeling them as the ground trembles. You turn in your seat to look at the man in the driver’s seat of the jeep. You hear an exclamation from the back seat. Your fellow poachers are alarmed. Then you see that they’re all staring in the same direction. You follow their gaze as an enormous titan breaks through the treeline, meaty fists each as large as a bull elephant, and you immediately wish you’d listened to your mama when she said you should have taken up a less dangerous career, like Lab Test Subject. Taharka has come.
The Legion of Mutates’ ranks are swelling with Taharka storming forward and the Slashers and Clickers joining the Unit pool. Let’s have ourselves a little unboxing.