[ wp ] space faring humans have return to earth for a festival that takes place every hundred years .

Tomorrow was a very important day, every century the Earthen Hunt began, and ended a month later, it was a difficult festival to organise, the reason it was only once a century was due to the slow recovery of the planet and breeding cycles of the Beasts. Many men dream of going on the hunt, some do n't live to see it, some live to see it twice. Not to say it is n't dangerous, the Beasts do n't take kindly to hunters and are lethal if they get close, some men and women do n't come home. 
 
 Jeffery Higgson is a man who's family have participated in the Earthen Hunt for generations, and he is finally organising his own hunting party for tomorrow. Consisting of his best friends and relatives, most of whom are better shots than him. He'd brought the family hunting tome and he and his friends sat around the table, drinking, playing cards and swapping family stories of previous hunts. Eager for the big day. 
 
 `` Ah, 800 years ago, my family made their first Three-Horner kill,'' he was telling his friends, showing them pictures from the tome `` Apparently, they're incredibly docile creatures, my great-great-however-many-greats-grandfather was able to line up the perfect shot.'' Another picture showed an older man, posing next to a great Beast, holding a colossal laser rifle in his hands. 
 
 `` What I wan na know,'' a friend slurred, `` Is why its only every hundred years. My pappy missed his hunt. There's so many Titans, Three-Horns, Swarm, Long-Necks and thousands of other species of Beasts, that we can hunt for a solid month! Yet it takes a century before we can do it again!'' 
 
 `` Is n't it obvious, Buster? If we hunted them more often, they'd all go extinct.'' 
 
 
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