Jack of Harts

Most of the human population of San Lucas lives on the shorelines of New Brazil. They are made of beautiful, white sands that stretch out for kilometers under blue-green waters lit by a yellow sun slightly dimmer than Earth’s own. It is a paradise. And most of the indigenous life considers humans, especially humans that are still alive, to be fine delicacies. Every town is surrounded by a kilometer-wide kill zone where the jungle is first cut down and then the ground leveled so that even a snake would find it difficult to sneak up on the tasty treats nestled within them. Those kill zones are covered with thick carpets of grass kept only a few centimeters tall by the landscapers who maintain them, and entire squads of armed guards keep every gardener safe from rainforest denizens ready to come out for a quick bite to eat.