Somewhere in the desert lies a small village situated around a single oasis.
"The warriors have returned!" Shout a woman wearing a dress made of animal skin that covers only her most important parts.
Many of these women waited for the warriors who hunt the food for the entire village. These people are from the race of Berserkers scattered around Chaos. Almost all of the villagers have huge bodies that are packed with bulging muscles and covered with tribal tattoos, although women are more toned and slenderer but still shows their defined muscles.
"Welcome back, mighty warriors!" greeted a hunched-back old man. He was the village chief.
"We greet the Chief!" The warriors simultaneously roared and pound their chest with their right fist.
"How was your hunt?" He asked.
"It went well bu
