In the heart of the Congo, where the dense jungle hums with ancient secrets, there lived a creature unlike any other. His name was Jmal. He wasn’t just a gorilla—he was something more. Standing twice the height of any ordinary gorilla, with muscles that rippled like steel cables and fur that shimmered a deep shade of midnight, Jmal was both a king and a beast of legend. But what truly made him feared across the jungle was his unrelenting appetite.
Jmal had an unusual hunger—a hunger not for the fruit of the trees or the tender leaves that others of his kind relished. No, Jmal craved something far rarer, far more dangerous. He had a taste for dinosaurs. And not just any dinosaurs—he craved the mighty Tyrannosaurus rex.
It all began one fateful day when Jmal, in his endless roaming of the jungle, stumbled upon something strange. The ground trembled beneath his enormous feet as he ventured deeper into the forest. The scent of something unfamiliar was in the air—a scent not of the jungle, but of something ancient. With a low growl, Jmal followed the trail, his keen senses picking up the sharp, metallic tang of blood and earth.
Then, he saw it.
A tear in the very fabric of the world itself. A thin, glowing tear pulsed in the air like the heartbeat of a distant, forgotten time. Through that tear, monstrous shadows loomed—dinosaurs, brought from the past into the present. Among them was a creature that made Jmal’s primal instincts stir—a massive, hulking Tyrannosaurus rex, its teeth gleaming, its eyes burning with hunger.
Jmal, towering as he was, locked eyes with the beast. And in that moment, something clicked. A deep, primal understanding. A challenge had been issued. And the hunger inside Jmal was no longer just a craving—it was a calling. He would hunt the T. rex.
The first battle was swift and brutal. Jmal used his speed and strength to his advantage, darting through the jungle with surprising agility for a creature of his size. He ambushed the T. rex in the dense foliage, leaping from the shadows with a roar that shook the earth. The T. rex turned in a blur of muscle and rage, snapping its jaws toward him.
But Jmal was faster. With a roar, he leapt onto the creature’s back, his powerful arms locking around its neck. The T. rex thrashed wildly, its massive tail swinging like a battering ram, but Jmal’s grip was ironclad. With a savage twist, he sank his teeth into the T. rex’s thick hide, tearing through the tough scales with ease. The dinosaur’s roar of pain echoed across the jungle as Jmal bit deeper, pulling himself further into the beast.
The fight ended in a bloody frenzy. The T. rex collapsed with a thunderous crash. Jmal stood over it, panting heavily, his fur slick with sweat and blood. He had won. He had claimed the ultimate prize. And as he stood above the defeated limp body of the T. rex, a rush of power surged through him. He could feel the strength of the dinosaur coursing through his body, fueling his insatiable hunger.
Over the following weeks, the jungle became a hunting ground. Jmal’s reputation spread like wildfire. The other creatures of the jungle knew to avoid him, for his hunger could not be satisfied by mere prey. He hunted the mighty T. rex with terrifying frequency, each kill making him stronger, more ferocious, and more distant from his own kind. The more he consumed, the more Jmal became a legend, a godlike figure in the eyes of the jungle inhabitants.
But with every T. rex he killed, something began to change in Jmal. His eyes, once a deep, intelligent brown, began to glow with an unnatural yellow hue. His muscles swelled, and his fur darkened, shifting from midnight black to a shadowy, metallic gray. The ancient power of the dinosaurs he devoured seeped into his very being, reshaping him. His senses grew sharper, his strength unimaginable, but a part of him—something distinctly human—began to fade.
One day, after a particularly savage feast, Jmal stood atop a hill, gazing out over the jungle. His eyes, now more reptilian, scanned the horizon. The jungle felt smaller to him now, as though the world was shrinking, as though he was becoming something else entirely.
It was then that he sensed it—another rift, opening up in the sky. Larger this time. The air crackled with energy as massive shapes began to emerge. More dinosaurs. But these were different. They were not the lumbering, solitary T. rex, but creatures of great intelligence . Raptors. Dozens of them, their eyes gleaming with the same hunger that burned in Jmal’s chest.
Jmal roared, a sound that shook the trees and echoed across the jungle. The time for dominance was not over. The hunt would continue. And this time, he would take on an entire pack.
But deep down, a part of Jmal—the part that remembered what it meant to be a gorilla, to be something more than a predator—wondered if he was still the same. The thought gnawed at him. He had been born of the jungle, had once walked among the trees as a creature of intelligence and kinship. Now, he was something monstrous, a god of hunger and rage. Was this power worth the cost? Could he ever return to the way he was before, or had he crossed a point of no return?
As the pack of raptors closed in, Jmal’s muscles rippled with anticipation. His instincts screamed for the hunt. But the question lingered, whispered like a haunting memory. What would he become when the last T. rex had fallen, and there were no more beasts left to devour?
For now, however, that question would remain unanswered. The hunt was on. And Jmal, the gorilla who ate T. rexes, would hunt until the jungle trembled beneath his feet, until he either consumed the world or was consumed by it.