Gen X Top Tribe? Goodest Tribe?

Long-long ago, time of Great Hunt, big change hit cave-folk. Wise ones learn make rock-tools so strong, so sharp! Not just small chip-rock, but *big* heavy-rock, smash-bone, cut-hide rock-tool. This new-way-tool make hunt easy, make kill big-mammoth possible. Life good, belly full. Cave-home safe, built with strong-rock-arm. Before, many small-kill, much fear. After, big-kill, big-feast, much happy-talk around fire. This time, called "Era of Strong Rock," make us strong people. Now, suns come, suns go. Young-ones make quick-stick, small-flint. They forget power of old-ways. But old-ones, they remember. They look at sharp-rock from past, feel *ugh* in chest. "Me miss strong-rock-tool," say many. "It make us who we are now, but we forget why." Strong Rock creations change cave-life for all time, make us safe from tooth and claw. We think much about what those old-ones did. Grog, old mammoth tamer, big scar on arm: "New-way-tools weak! Snap! Me miss feel of big-rock in hand. Good times, that. Mammoth not scare of small-stick." Lalala, skilled cave-painter, hands always red with pigment: "Old-ones make colors from special rocks, bright-bright. Now, mud-paint, dull-dull. Me like bright old-colors better for painting cave-wall. Make spirit fly." Chief Oog, Head of Hunting Tribe, beard long and white: "We must remember lessons from Strong Rock Era. Not just hunt, but spirit. We honour old-ways, but move forward. Balance, you see? Good tool, good life. We teach young ones to respect old ways." Story by Korg from Caveman Talk Fire, on the scene.