35.1 You grab a club and leap into the fray, swingingt savagely. You call upon your animalistic instincts for greater strength and prowess. Your club is an extension of your body, and soon is no longer needed as you rip your opponents to shreds with tooth and nail.

You march backwards along the chain of evolution to a cold reptilian level, killing all those who oppose you. You lumber about on four legs, frozen whenever the sun is gone, until one day, as you are hunting, you see the skin of a human on the ground.

>If you put it on, go to 35.2

>If you eat it, go to 36.3