Once upon a time there was a tiny babiosaur named Milton. Born and raised in the small empire of Invertibratia. Milton was bred from a long line of mighty, fierce and ferocious dinosauruses. He had an incredible roar for his age, 6 leaf seasons (or in human terms 3 rotations around the sun) and had been working on a compendium focused on proper egg thieving etiquette to ensure maximal growth as well as to secure sustainability. The elder babiosaurs knew that Milton was a gifted individual and as such was given extra tutelage and privileges to the dinosaur library. Very few young babiosaurs had access to the dinobrary and Milton considered it a great honor. He spent many hours rummaging through his favorite authorisauruses; Emily Brontesaurus, Ernest Hemmingwayadon, Kurt Vonnegutops, and the late great Isaac Assimovadaptel. He poured over their work, consuming the morsels of brief elocuted splendor. The rhythm and style he cherished and went about mimicking the greats in all of his work whether it were a treatise on bogwarts or an essay on the essential omnipresence of Lorglon (this was a rather religious period for babiosaurs).
Unfortunately for Milton in the year 1,600,480 BCE the great dino war began. All to quietly at the start. The first incident was the poisoning of Tyrus the Rexical, the king of Invertibratia, during a brunch in with the ambassador of Curricambria, Fildor Blogskin. At first it seemed like an accident, simple salamanderella poisoning all to common due to a lack of proper food preperation standards ( Milton was a proponent of the use of fire to cook food, or in dinospeak "GraahhhCraaa!").
But this was the beginning of several mysterious deaths of the regents of the Western Pangeaincila. Next the death of Osgoode The Shnosgoode of Paleolithia, Shnosgoode never showed up to a midmorning frog catching. This was followed by the disappearance of Crar the Inepterodactyl who had been believed to have been gusted away by a whoosh of prevailing bog winds. Before the International Council of Reconcilliation had a say in the matter total war had erupted. The invasion of Paleolithia marked the first instance of outright violence by the Curricambrians. It was a massacre in the most grotesque sense of the word, of the nearly 63,000 inhabitants of Paleolithia , a mere 1,000 remained and only a handful of eggs. Crimson poppies blossomed out of bloating corpses strewn across the battlefield. The Plucktosaurs were no match for the stronger more agile apoptosaurs of Curricambria. The leader of Curricambria, Theropodulas the Vein ( named after a thick vein which thwumped in his forehead at the beat of his heart, and ironically not for his vain nature) was a megalomaniacal Apoptasaur. He was at the best of times insecure, mean and dishonorable and at the worst pugnacious, insidious and cruel. Despite these attributes he had managed to gain popular support by leading Curricambria out of a disastrous drought that nearly decimated the inhabitants. Theropodulas was unable to differentiate that the overwhelming support had been the result of proactive drought measures rather than his insane ideology and his distaste for any non purebred apopotsaur.