Alright, voting is officially closed. Yet again, we had 11 votes (thanks again for the support), with an overwhelming victory for the B option, with 7 votes. A stops at a measly 1 (you bunch of eco-friendly freaks
) and C at 3.
Update incoming in a bit, as soon as I remember what was supposed to happen next.
Ok, I remembered.
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The debate ended after a few months, when one of the most vocal hunters, while demonstrating his ability, was gored by an ill-tempered buffalo in front of half the tribe.
At first we tried to tame the big black-furred horned beasts, but it didn't go quite as planned. We had to flee a huge stampeding herd more than once, the animals too fierce, too stubborn to be lured by our childish attempts to bring them with us.
We then started working on the striped white and black hoofed beasts, who moved in somewhat smaller herds and usually fled when approached. We spent many years learning what they liked to eat, how to approach them without spooking them and, finally, how to isolate small groups and bring them back to us.
Things started to get better as soon as we learned not to kill any beast within sight of the others. That sent more than a herd immediately fleeing back to the freedom of the plains. We suddenly had a somewhat reliable source of food, and we could use the zebras (that's what we decided to call them) to carry burdens over distances previously unthinkable.
The new prosperity softened us somewhat, we no longer were a pack of lean and half-starved survivors, but still our lives couldn't be called easy. We still had to rely on the great swarming herds to replace lost beasts and meet increased demands. We still had trouble finding reliable sources of water when the sky didn't gift us with rain for too long periods of time.
During a fierce rainstorm at night, we sought shelter in a nearby small forest. The sky growled its displeasure with frightening lances of light falling all too near to our position... until suddenly, one hit the trees just before we reached them.
Stunned by the noise, we scattered in all directions, until the men of the tribe could restore order, and pointed to a scary phenomenon happening in the trees.
Light was coming from them, red light, and a wordless roar of anger was heard even above the noise of the rain. Our zebras, hearing this, started running away, heedless of the cries of the animal tamers trying to bring them back.
The animal tamers cried out:
'The zebras know to flee from the predators, and we've never seen them so scared. We should heed their warning and run after them, to gather them back up at the same time'
One man spoke up:
'We should go and observe, hidden in the trees, what manner of beast is causing this light and noise. It is indeed a new danger, and we shouldn't let it assault us while we don't know anything about it'
The few animal worshipers left, seeing a chance, yelled:
'This great beast is surely a spirit even stronger than the spirit of the graceful zebra or the mighty buffalo. We should try to confront it, to commune with it to learn its name and strengths!'
Sooo.
A: Run after the zebra herd, gather them back up, in the meantime escaping from this frightening new danger.
B: Carefully observe the new great beast, unseen, from the surrounding forest. We need to learn what we're going to face.
C: Boldly approach the monster, learning its name and worshiping it. It could give us great power!
Usual rules, majority vote, 24 hours or so to vote, you know the drill by now.
