Age Of Empires, With a Little Neanderthal Persuasion
             Stalking through the columns of trees, girded in nothing but a loincloth and a club of monstrous proportions you look around unfamiliar surroundings. Cherry petals are falling on and around you as the tender grass crushes under your large bare feet. Looking into the clearing you sees a young man garbed in clothing the likes of which you have never seen. At his side is the sharpest blade you have ever seen but he looks like a gentle enough person. Sitting slowly down you examine his features, high cheekbones, slight nose, slanted eyes, and long, straight black hair bound in a band. He looks nothing like you do. You stand at least two feet taller than he does and, naturally muscled, you are amazed at such a slim figure exuding such power. You try to imitate his sitting posture but cannot because your flexibility is nonexistent next to the young man's. His eyes slowly open and, with a shout, he starts at your presence. His sharp blade whips from its sheath and whistles toward the side of your head. You may be primitive but you are by no means dead, you bring up your club of hardened wood just as swiftly and the blade digs into it with a solid chak sound. You are perplexed at his reaction and grip his sword wielding hand. The defensiveness in his eyes melts as he sees your apparent fear and bewilderment. You are relieved as the sharp object is returned to its sheath and he puts an hand on your massive arm. He speaks in a language you know not but you can hear his worry. He offers you a round object that smells of meat and the sight of it elicits a growl from your stomach. Eating vigorously you wonder why and how you are here, but you are glad that you have found someone that is kind enough to help you. He laughs heartily and speaks to you again, you know that it will be all right. Some things are out of place in time and some come before their time. The Wife of Bath...