Whatever makes the park less wildly themed. (Looking at you Safari Village) I mean wildly themed because you have 5 different roller coasters in a safari themed area. i305, FoF, BSC, Volcano, and avalanche. Worlds weirdest safari or what?
You're clearly just not understanding the lore.
From the journal of David Livingstone. 1865
Day 253
As I journeyed deeper and deeper into the dark jungles and treacherous rivers of this dark continent, I have stumbled upon a tribe at the foot of a massive mountain. They have welcomed me with open arms, caring not about the color of my skin or the lack of common language—only my need for massive, adrenaline-fueled thrills.
On the morning of the next day (having feasted on cakes of crab and leaving a ritual food offering to a ravenous hippopotamus), we journeyed to the peak of the mountain whose foot we began the day at. I had little time to enjoy the view I'm afraid, as I was promptly made to sit awkwardly between the legs of a tribesmen in a small sleigh, and down the mountain we flew! And just in time too—for as our descent quickened, I felt a rumbling beneath me, like God himself rising from a long slumber. I could glance back only briefly, as the top of the mountain sheared clean off, spitting magma in all directions! While terrifying, I could only feel some amount of fortune to have seen such a wonder. Presumably it will be some great amount of time before this mountain erupts again!
Having safely ridden back to the village, I set out with a guide who seemed to be insisting that I see something further to the South. I followed him for miles, past many tree and stream. At one point there was an Anaconda, the largest I had ever seen! Shortly after that, I set sights on a Crypt, ancient and weathered—though it seems like it could have been pretty cool at the time of its construction.
Eventually, we reached a clearing, where—reader—I cannot begin to describe what I saw. A massive building, made of metal, standing freely in these woods. On it's front, a symbol of an eagle. What secret society could have constructed such a wonder? Who had beat me to these discoveries?
Things became even less clear as we traveled inside the building. It was dark inside—to the point of bumping into my companion—and strange figures lurked in the darkness, unmoving and ghostly white. These figures stood surrounding some strange saucer—it too made of metal! With strange multi-colored gaslamps which blinked on and off.
Reader, I will not lie to you. At the sight of this, I lost my nerve, and in my Fear I took Flight, trying to find my way from the darkness to the familiar territory of the jungle. But I could not! At some uncertain point, I became separated from my companion, and found myself shuffling slowly along arms reached out hoping to find some point of structure that could lead me out! What I felt instead was even more foriegn.
Fabric? Yes! I had bumped into someone, but they were wearing clothes of such a fine weave, I did not know it was possible! The man replied in kind, reaching his hand out and saying in some broken, strange English dialect,
"Hi, my name's Dale Earnhardt, Although you can call me The Intimidator. You ready to race?"
