Dododex
ARK: Survival Evolved & Ascended Companion
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What are some stories about the thorny dragon? Memorable thorny dragon stories, wild encounters, and fan fiction.
Ohhh there once was a child who had a arge and flew to find a dragon he found but his arge was set on neutral and it did the over and over again till the child got frustrated and then lost his arge to terror birds and his ptera to uhhhh uhhh oh yea my ptera die it’s just in the middle of no where and that was when I rage quit deleted the world and sat on the floor and cried and the lesson here today is never think you have a single bit of power in ark because I don’t care if you have a flipping giga I don’t care if you have 1000 giggas for crying out loud you do not have any power.
The Red Pike
Nerva’s Story Part Eleven
By Red Dragon
Goliath stomped towards Tyrana. He picked up a soldier next to her, and tossed him. He tried to step on Tyrana, but she jumped out of the way. Everyone was shooting at him, including the wyverns, but he just shrugged it off. A Rex charged at him, but he grabbed by the head and crushed it into the ground. One of the soldiers yelled “Bring out Wrecker!” Tyrana said something into her comm, and after about two minutes later twenty-three different quetzals carried a monstrous, giant, grotesque Giganatosaurus with a giant net. The net dropped to the ground, and the tranqed out monster was dropped to the ground. Once it regained consciousness, it charged towards Goliath with all three eyes locked onto him (Wrecker had two eyes on one side and one on the other). It was even bigger than Goliath, and a monster in every sense of the word.
Hello, Red Dragon, would you like to make a crossover. As perhaps one of my characters could travel around whatever map yours takes place on, nice work by the way, perhaps once I am done with the Killer Dodo, one of my characters, Jonathin, could meet your main character. TheRaptorMan
The cowboy and the gunslinger
Chapter one
The man fled across the desert, clutching the bleeding gunshot wound on his arm. Far behind him, he could here the slow and methodical steps of the gunslinger. Every time he closed his eyes, even for a second, he saw the image of his hunter, clear as day. Black leather jacket, pants, hat, boots. A red plaid bandanna with white stripes. Two gun holsters, matching his outfit, containing two identical silver revolvers, with a rifle slung over his shoulder. His two emotionless brown eyes, staring coldly at his prey. The scene played over again in the man’s head. The gunslinger walked into the saloon, and everyone fell silent. They’d all heard his name. Allan, skilled gunslinger and ruthless bounty hunter. The best in the whole desert. He was known for his heartless efficiency, doing whatever it took to get the job done and get paid. And anything that stood in the way of that, got eliminated with the target. This job was no different to him. And Adam knew that. He knew he had no chance but to run until Alan considered him more trouble than he was worth. And that’s what he planned to do. Hell, he was carrying out his plan right now. He kept his eyes fixated directly in front of himself. Eventually he saw a canyon coming up. He figured that if he could jump over it, he could escape into the mountains and hopefully loose Alan. Unfortunately, however, he had been so focused on his plan that he forgot to pay attention to what was in front of him. He didn’t notice the rock jutting out of the ground until it was to late. His boot hit the rock as his other leg continued forward. With a trip and a fall, Adam plummeted into the ravine.
To be continued
By Dinasnore