Summer, 4,000 B.C.
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It is the dawn of civilization.
You are the guiding hand of your intrepid people. From the time man first walked on the earth you were present, guiding your people's fate as an omnipotent and benevolent spirit.
From the primordial ooze to this dawn of human history your people have evolved from crude hunter-gatherers to cultured, industrious and pious people. Your people now stand on the precipice between barbarism and civilization - they are restless and wish to build great monuments to you, their god.
The sun is at its highest in the sky and the days are long. It is the first summer in the age of civilization. Winter is, as always, a few short rains away.
Your people live on hot savannahs in the highlands of the human birthright. Great mountains rise to the east with a dramatic rift valley carved from the base of the mountains. To the north is a great and mighty river that floods every year, washing its silty bounty on a cool fertile flood plain surrounded by scorching grassland.
In the land where the sun sets there is unforgiving desert, where the exiled men go to die. The bleached bones of animals and unforgiven men litter the shifting dunes.
Finally, to the south are the two great lakes where all the beasts of the land go to drink.
Your people, having learned the art of agriculture, wish to settle down.
>(A) Settle here, on the highlands.
>(B) Go east, to the mountains.
>(C) Head north to the great river.
>(D) Mach west, into the unforgiving desert.
>(E) Go to the south, where the beasts go to drink.