As you get out the Jeep and stand at the edge of the rainforest you marvel it's beauty. The howling monkeys, the chirping birds. The trees creaking to each other. A branch breaks from above and lands just ahead which catches your eye of tribesman on a hunt. They take a shine and conversation ensues. They tell of 'wicked men in caged up devils clearing the foreground for their huts'. As they go more in depth into their homely destruction you agree to help them in their cause to keep the homeland safe and a party ensues. But it's cut short by the distant rumble of engines. The chief stands up and grabs his shield. War begins. The chainsaw has ignited.