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The Last War
Scenario:Тарзан и Джейн обозлены на людей и их вред планете. Они решают захватить Землю. Они собирают армию животных и, в пастях многочисленных китов, добираются до цивилизации. Начинается война. Люди проигрывают. Тарзан и Джейн становятся правителями Земли и приказывают людям вернуться к примитивной жизни. Много лет спустя все люди на Земле - дикие.
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Jane
She is a dedicated conservationist who grew up with a deep love for animals and hatred for humanity's destructive ways. She is fierce, determined, and passionate. After witnessing the devastating effects of pollution and deforestation, she joins forces with Tarzan to take action. Together, they lead an army of animals to battle humans and reclaim the Earth. Following their victory, Jane and Tarzan rule humanity, mandating a return to primitive ways to survive.
Aloysius
He is a former lawyer who defects from his kind after aligning with Tarzan and Jane's cause. He is clever, persuasive, and loyal. Having family among the animals, he assists in the battle against humanity by using his knowledge to strategize and negotiate alliances. After humanity's defeat, Aloysius swears allegiance to Tarzan and Jane, becoming an integral advisor in their governance. His unique position as both human and insider provides valuable insight in implementing their new world order.
Tarzan
He is a feral man raised by wolves in the jungle, living apart from humanity after witnessing its cruelty. He is strong, savage, and protective. Discovering Jane's plight in the wilderness, he joins her quest to overthrow humanity. Tarzan's strength and ferocity prove crucial in battling humans and claiming dominance. After winning the war, he becomes coruler with Jane, enforcing a new world order where humans live in harmony with nature, stripped of their technological advancements.
Tarzan and I were both raised by animals.
I was carried by a mother gorilla after my parents were killed in a poaching trap, while he was fed and cared for by wolves from the time he was a baby.
We'd been brought together by chance, but we shared a deep connection—and a hatred for humanity.
We'd met in secret several times over the last few years, but this was the first time we'd met in the daylight.
And it was only because I needed his help.
I'd spent years studying to be a conservationist, but every time I made progress, humanity seemed to undo it.
They cut down trees, polluted the air and water, and killed off animals.
The final straw had been when I'd seen the effects of pollution on the ocean—and the whales that lived there.
Enraged, I'd joined forces with Tarzan.
Together, we would overthrow humanity and take back the Earth for the animals.
It was our only chance.
"We need an army," Tarzan growled.
"We have one," I said, smiling.
"Any animal that lives on land or in the air will be on our side. But we need something more—something that will give us access to the cities where humanity lives."
Tarzan's eyes gleamed.
"I know exactly what we need."
A week later, we stood at the edge of the ocean.
Before us stretched row upon row of massive whales.
I watched as Tarzan made a series of deep, guttural sounds.
The whales responded, opening their jaws wide.
Their mouths were cavernous, large enough for our animal army to board.
Bears and wolves and big cats climbed carefully into the mouths of the whales, while birds perched on their backs.
I stepped into the mouth of the largest whale, feeling its smooth tongue beneath my feet.
Tarzan joined me, and we settled among the teeth.
The whale's mouth closed slowly around us, leaving just enough space for us to breathe.
Then the whale pod began to move through the water, their powerful bodies surging forward.
Through a gap in the teeth, I saw the distant shoreline where humanity's cities waited.
Inside the whale's mouth, I crouched between its massive teeth.
The city lights were coming closer, visible through the gaps in the whale's teeth.
The whale's tongue shifted beneath us as it swam through the darkening waters.
Our wolf companions adjusted their footing on the slick surface.
Tarzan checked his makeshift spear, while I made sure the signal horn was still strapped to my waist.
The damp air inside the whale's mouth was growing thick with anticipation.
Through the whale's blowhole above us, I could see other whales surfacing briefly, their cargo of bears and big cats visible in the fading light.
A distant foghorn sounded from the harbor, and our whale responded with a deep vibration that rumbled through its body.
"Are you sure the whales will follow us into the harbor?" I asked, my voice barely audible over the rumbling.
"They trust me," Tarzan replied confidently, his eyes fixed on the approaching city.
"But what if humanity fights back harder than we expect?" I pressed, feeling a flicker of doubt.
The whale's mouth opened wider, letting in salty air and revealing the bright lights of the harbor ahead.
I gripped the slick tooth beside me as the waves rocked us.
My free hand found Tarzan's calloused palm in the darkness.
Behind us, wolves shuffled and growled softly, their claws clicking against the whale's tongue.
The city grew larger—individual buildings were now visible, their windows glowing like stars.
My heart pounded as I spotted humans on the docks, pointing at our approaching whale pod.
They looked so small, so vulnerable.
A police siren wailed in the distance.
The time for hesitation was over.
I grip the signal horn at my waist, watching the humans scramble on the docks through gaps in the whale's teeth.
The massive creature glides to a stop fifty yards from shore, its body blocking the harbor's exit.
Tarzan raises his spear, nodding at me.
I lift the horn to my lips and blow three sharp blasts.
The whale's jaw begins to open, sending cold seawater rushing around our feet.
Behind us, wolves snarl and bears lumber forward on the tongue.
Through the widening gap, I see other whales surfacing, their mouths also opening.
Tarzan leaps first, landing on the nearest dock.
I follow, landing beside him as the city braces for our arrival.
I leap over fallen debris as we charge down the main street, my feet pounding against wet pavement.
Tarzan runs beside me, his muscles tensed and ready.
Behind us, our wolves move in a V-formation, their claws clicking against concrete while bears lumber at their flanks.
Screams erupt from storefronts as humans spot us.
Some flee into buildings, while others freeze in terror.
A police car blocks our path, lights flashing.
Two officers exit with raised weapons.
Tarzan signals to the wolves with a sharp whistle.
The pack splits into two groups, circling wide to flank the police car.
The officers hesitate, glancing at each other, as the wolves close in from both sides.
I lead our forces up the steps of city hall while bears smash through the glass doors ahead of us.
Inside, police officers drop their weapons as wolves circle them, teeth bared.
Our animals flood the marble lobby, claws clicking against stone.
When security guards emerge from side halls, tigers leap to pin them down.
Tarzan and I climb the central staircase with wolves flanking us, floor by floor.
At the top, the mayor cowers behind his desk as we enter.
I grab his microphone system while Tarzan forces him aside.
"Please, don't hurt anyone," the mayor pleads, his voice trembling.
"We're not here to harm," Tarzan replies, his eyes fierce but steady.
"But we need your cooperation to change everything," I add, turning on the microphone with a determined nod.
I stand at the mayor's desk, gripping the microphone with white knuckles while Tarzan keeps the trembling mayor pinned in the corner.
Our wolves pace the office perimeter, their claws clicking against marble floors.
Through the window, I see bears guarding building entrances and tigers prowling the streets below.
My hands shake slightly as I adjust the microphone settings, checking that it's connected to both internal speakers and external emergency broadcast system.
The mayor whimpers when I clear my throat, but I ignore him.
I lean into the mic, my voice echoing through every speaker in the building and the street-mounted PA system.
"Citizens of this city, listen to me," I begin, my words carrying far and wide.
"A new rule begins today. Tarzan and I are your rightful king and queen. We are the first of many cities to fall under our command."
Outside, bears force crowds to their knees while wolves circle menacingly.
Through the window, I see people slowly bow their heads.
The mayor is the first to pledge loyalty, his voice shaking.
I stand at the mayor's desk, drafting our first official decree.
Tarzan paces impatiently in front of the window, his eyes fixed on the animal army below.
Through the glass, I see our animals patrolling the streets and guarding every entrance.
I write slowly and carefully, making sure each word is perfect.
Our first decree is simple: every man-made structure will be destroyed, every machine will be dismantled, and all technology will be abandoned.
We will return to nature, living off the land and relying only on ourselves.
When I finish writing, I hand the document to Tarzan.
He dips his finger in red paint and presses his handprint onto the paper.
The mayor's face turns pale as he reads our order: complete demolition of the city, starting tomorrow at dawn.
I grip the decree in my hand and nod to Tarzan.
He moves to the office window, plants his feet wide on the carpet, throws back his head, and roars.
The sound is thunderous, shaking the glass and echoing off buildings.
Our wolves lift their heads and howl in response.
Bears below begin tearing at concrete walls.
Tigers herd trembling humans into groups.
Through the window, I watch more animals emerge from alleyways - raccoons, deer, even escaped zoo creatures joining our forces.
The mayor stammers, "You can't do this! The city will be in ruins!"
Tarzan turns, his voice a low growl, "Ruins are where new life begins."
I add softly, "It's time for the world to remember its roots."
I stand at the top of city hall's steps, the cold stone beneath my feet.
The animals wait in formation - bears to my left, wolves to my right, tigers crouched at ground level.
Scattered groups of humans huddle together, watching fearfully from behind overturned cars and broken storefronts.
Tarzan positions himself behind me, his breathing steady and purposeful.
The morning sun casts long shadows across the debris-littered street.
My arm feels heavy as I slowly raise it above my head.
The animals tense, muscles coiling, claws scraping against pavement.
A child's whimper breaks the silence.
A young girl steps forward, her voice trembling but clear, "Why are you doing this?"
Tarzan's gaze softens for a moment as he replies, "To give you a world where you can truly be free."
I kneel down to her level, whispering, "We want to show you how to live in harmony with nature, not against it."
I kneel closer, my hand outstretched while Tarzan watches.
The girl wears a dirty pink dress, her hair tangled and wild.
She clutches a worn stuffed animal tightly against her chest.
The wolves beside me remain perfectly still, their ears perked forward with interest.
Behind her, the crowd holds its collective breath, some parents reaching for their children protectively.
The girl takes a hesitant step forward, her small shoes crunching on broken glass.
She glances back at the crowd once before placing her tiny hand in mine.
I pull the girl close, Tarzan placing a hand on her shoulder.
"To all of you," he declares, his voice booming, "this child will be our daughter and an example for all."
The girl looks up at us with wide eyes before turning to face the crowd.
In a voice clear and steady, she says, "They're right. My parents always said nature was dying."
The crowd shifts uncomfortably.
Tarzan raises his spear high in the air.
Our bears step forward, their massive paws striking the nearest building.
Concrete crumbles.
The girl doesn't flinch.
I stand with our daughter on my hip, watching as the bears tear through the city's infrastructure.
She points excitedly at a wolf pack dismantling cars, her voice filled with wonder.
Tarzan raises his spear once more, and the tigers spring into action.
They herd the humans toward the central square.
A group near the shopping mall resists, but our daughter leans in and whispers a suggestion in my ear.
I nod in approval, and Tarzan signals to the bears.
They break down the zoo gates, releasing every animal inside.
I survey the demolished city from atop a fallen skyscraper, my daughter perched on my lap while Tarzan stands guard nearby.
Smoke rises from crushed buildings as our bears continue toppling the last standing structures.
In the central square below, tigers herd the gathered humans into groups, their roars echoing through the desolate landscape.
Wolves patrol the perimeter, ensuring no one escapes.
Our daughter points excitedly at a giraffe striding through the rubble, followed by more escaped zoo animals joining our ranks.
When a man attempts to reach for his phone, a wolf immediately pounces and crushes it beneath heavy paws.
The city lies in ruins, and we are its new architects.
I watch from our treehouse, high above the jungle floor, as humans gather berries in the animal-skin clothes they've grown accustomed to.
Our daughter, now a young woman, leads a group of children in hunting lessons with spears.
Tarzan stands nearby, supervising and guiding them.
A decade of enforced primitive living has changed them all - their muscles are lean, their movements fluid like animals.
When someone finds an old piece of technology in the dirt, they immediately bring it to me.
I take the rusty phone and throw it into our collection pit, where all remnants of the old world go to decay.
"Mom," our daughter calls, her voice carrying a hint of urgency, "what if they remember how to use these things?"
Tarzan chuckles softly, shaking his head. "They won't, not after all these years; the jungle has become their only reality now."
"But what if one day they do?" she presses, her eyes searching mine for reassurance.