North America. The late cretaceous. In a place that would one day be called Alabama, a small family of
Lophorhothon atopus stomp across a bed of prehistoric tulips.
The gentle herbivores are on high alert. Recently, these tulip fields have become the hunting ground of a new predator. One that seems to appear out of nowhere and dispatch prey many times it's size with a guttural roar and the acrid smell of burning rubber.
Suddenly, the air shakes to the sound of quad poo-shooters. The
Lophorhothon scatter, lumbering like under steering RS3s.
Sadly, just as the hapless Audi, they have realized their danger far too late and are now destined to become another victim of the tiniest terror from the badlands in the east.
Einser Rex is upon them.
Einser Rex-8107 by
b33g33, on Flickr
Einser Rex-8096 by
b33g33, on Flickr