Vilgax intuition

Vilgax trod through thick underbrush just as the stars came out in the night sky. It wasn't as colorful as it was in his memories, though. Nothing was. He pushed aside curtains of of flowers to make his way, and their bulbs oozed venom and diseased ticks over him. Bear traps, spear-pits, and automatic blowguns activated against him. An environment this hostile would have been troublesome even for one of his footsoldiers, but for Vilgax it seemed uncomfortably tame. A fierce jungle felt lacking without some predators to hunt him. Their absence unnerved him more than their presence. And the jungle green itself, the footpaths felt too natural. His ability to move relatively unimpeded through the plants suggested someone had cleared this hiking trail before him. Who would bother to make a hell like this more palatable? No one who walked this way would ever come through again.

A red-eyed frog leapt in front of him. He stepped over it and moved on.

He pushed down a tree, triggering a rope trap he simply allowed to snap around his muscular neck, and entered a hand-cut clearing. And here, there was a profusion of frogs. The constant noise of croaking numbed his ears, there were so many they could not jump without stupidly flailing on top of each other. In the middle of this frog conclave, there was a hut with a grass-thatched roof and smoke rising from the chimney. Behind that hut, a fifty-foot tall pile of twigs, fronds, vines and frogs.

Someone had been living here. No, someone was living here. Who could possibly make a home out of this despicable wasteland, where all organisms existed to kill each other? Whoever it was, they were still inside. Vilgax knew, his battle-instincts knew something terribly dangerous was behind that hut's door.

And he could sense something coming up behind him, long before they knew of his presence.

"Prisoner! I know you're sleeping in again! Wake up now and help me cut the meat for our next... meal..."

Vilgax turned around to see a sallow-skinned, knife-toothed alien, a bipedal cross between a shark and a hunting dog. One hand clutched a huge cleaver. The other dragged the corpse of a hideous monster, bovine but with a millipede's long body. That's why there were no animals around besides these damn frogs. This creature hunted them.

- Round 3