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Island Chapter 8: North

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I like the way the water is now, it’s so shiny and clear. It reminds me of those photos of the Bahamas and Hawaii. Sparkling clear blue waters you can see all the way to the bottom in,

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I travelled lightly, only my armor, weapon, tools, narcotics, and some food. Made sure to keep high above the swamp. Losing a pterosaur to one of those horrific bugs last time was enough to scare me straight. Played it safe in Redwoods too, kept myself cautious of all the terror birds, thylas, and microraptors I saw, and even the ones I didn’t see.

Found the Argy on top of this little hilly area, loaded it full of tranq arrows and food, then waited. It… took a while. So… I took it back with me. Quick stop at the smithy for a saddle, and I was northbound on a Macaw the Argy. Even though I didn’t have the right armor for it, the cold didn’t bother me at all. The wind could barely cut through my fur, either. Benefits of creachur feachur right there. Soaring over ice and snow… I found it. An anky. She was freakishly colorful, but I knew she’d serve well on the crew,

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As a child I yearned for the mines.

why must I write at 2am in the morning-

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~SG

- Azure Skies -

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Island Chapter 9: Fluffy

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I wonder what my voice sounds like here. I haven’t exactly spoken since I got here. Screamed? Yes, more than I would’ve liked to. Whistled? Yes, but that doesn’t count. However… I think I’d rather not talk, nobody around to talk to, and it’s funny keeping it a secret from myself.

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The snowy side of the map was certainly very… something. Overstimulating. If I tried to go on foot, I think I’d just die. I made sure to guard my anky to be, but after a good while of no instant anky, I had to take a flight around. The creatures below me were all fluffy beings, packs of direwolves with pups, mammoths with the occasional baby, anddd… a giant fluffy Yuty! So naturally, I loaded ‘er up with tranq arrows, then chased on foot to finish the job. I’m STILL proud of that.

On the way back, two scruffy lil wolf pups were staring up at me with those doughy puppy eyes. Naturally, I picked them both up like oversized toys and took em over to the Yuty. Even made sure to set up a bit of a makeshift camp around my taming Yuty, I knew I was gonna be making quite a few trips.

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Around this time and a few Argy trips later, I probably stopped so I could write without getting too ahead of myself. It’s kinda funny how many new tames heading up to the blue obelisk got me. Those pups were probably from the direwolves I saw fighting a mammoth with the Yuty I snatched.

Kinda funny that I didn’t cause it.

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~SG

- Azure Skies -

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Island Chapter 6: Back From the Dead

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I woke up with the nastiest headache in all of history and propped myself up against a tree and feeling like I just got gut-punched by a bus. Staggered to my feet and whistled Paris over from her grazing, hauling myself onto her with sharp pangs of agony. Fun.

I practically gave up when I got home. A few amateur medical sessions later, I was sprawled out on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. Guess that stupid bullheaded dino got his revenge after all, huh? Well I have it’s skull. HA- ow.

I scooted myself back with my good arm, leaning against the thatch wall for support as I turned my new mask in my hands. Crossing the river cleaned it up, sure, but I used up all my fiber patching myself up, so the straps will have to wait. I set it down on the nearest storage crate and crawled into bed. Too in pain to do anything other than be in bed, anyway.

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Soooo… deaths in the run(s) will be injuries. Somewhat. Plot armor can’t protect from getting your free trial of undamaged bones revoked, homie.

Your knees, my baseball bat. Plot armor THAT, protagonist. /j

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~ SG

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- Azure Skies -

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Island Chapter 5: Taur

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If I’m unlucky enough, this might be the last you’ll see from me. But either way, it’s not like I’ve seen anyone else around to mourn my loss. I hate thinking like this, so tell you what, I kill that thing, then I’m making a mask. I don’t care.

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I loaded my crossbow with bolts and leapt onto Paris like I have so many times before. It’s muscle memory at this point. I tugged on her reigns and urged her to move and FAST. Taking her reigns in one hand, I patted her side, keeping a move on while scanning for enemies. I had only one in mind, that lurking taur, it’ll be difficult to lead new tames back home with that around.

I pulled Paris to a stop once I caught sight of its horns, pulling my crossbow from my belt, pivoting, and aiming. As soon as the first shot was fired, I knew I had to lock in and BOOK IT. I made Paris run far enough away for me to shoot it from a distance before it could catch up, hopefully taking cover in the leaves of the trees.

It wasn’t too long until the taur caught up, about two or three shots or so. It’s head collided with Paris’s side before I could even load another arrow. It all happened so fast, I was down before I knew it. It seized the moment and rammed me. God, it was sharp and painful. It bit at me, fast and fierce, sinking its fangs into the arm I threw up to protect my face.

I was just about blacking out when Paris just ran in. This absolute madlad just ran in. The message popped up a few moments later like she freakin mauled the taur to death. I was just about knocking on death’s door, but I think I’d much rather die after taking a trophy than without one. Soooo… I staggered over and uh. Collected. To hell with all of this, the aesthetic has been obtai

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Shoutout to the time I hit the wrong button and hopped off Paris during a taur fight. And shoutout to the monster I have created by dumping some of her stats into melee for a joke. She literally was like “Screw ts I’ll do it myself” and WON.

P.S, kinda sucks that I basically have to recreate my own story just bc I forgot to write for months.

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~ SG

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- Azure Skies -

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Island Chapter 4: Half Awake

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It’s been a while since I’ve written you. I’m sorry. Have you ever had a dream before? I’m usually such a badass in mine. Sometimes I wish I could sleep without time passing in the real world, just so I could be that cool as long for as I wanted to be. Dreams never last too long, do they?

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The day started hazy. Staggering around at the crack of dawn, emptying berries from Paris’s inventory and loading them into the trough I set up. From then on it was the usual metal run.

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Laying forward on Paris’s back trying not to …fall asleep. It’s hard to focus. I forced myself off of her saddle, hopping down to smash my metal pickaxe against clusters of rocks. The sound helped startle me to my senses. Taking it back to the crates behind my lovely little shack… now it’s time to work for fun.

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I leapt into the water and swam away from where I knew the taur-boi liked to stick around, keeping close enough to shore to keep the water-bound satan fish off me. Sure enough, there was a nice open river area for me to freely swim around in, even spotted a few of those penguin geese I wanted to take a crack at taming. I ducked under the water and rose up underneath one, grabbing it in both hands, only to be pecked at for the AUDACITY of trying to befriend it! Hesper-macaroni wanted some fish from me, because of course, everybody has their bribes!

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There…wasn’t too many fish around, the coelacanths…(I think?) weren’t too active right now, and what ones I could find were snatched up by the greedy water bird as soon as I gave them. So… I had to get creative. I swam out to deeper waters, spear ready as I dove down to tick some hellfish fish off. Managed to get one in the eye before it’s butt-ugly friend could bite my ankle.

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As soon as one went down, a storm of piranhas were there to replace it, greedily snapping up their fallen brother on their warpath. I fought like hell all the way to the shore, bitten-up, bloodied and beaten. A weirdo pengoose wasn’t worth this.

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Man I hate waking up in the morning. They should add 2 more hours to a day for more sleeping. Just saying.

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P.S, Sorry if the writing style’s a bit off this time, ain’t got time to be (re)learning my own style from months ago. It should be a crime to change on yourself in such a short time frame (/j)

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~ Silver Ghost

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Y’all, I’m so freakin dead, I discovered ASA a while ago and forgot to say anything lol. Prolly gonna put out a chapter by the time you guys are seeing this, but since it takes like… 9 days to go through, it’ll be a bit later, or not. Probably. Chapter 5 and/or 6(I think I’m on 5, idk rn) will wrap up my ASE save and the beginning of my ASA progress. I’m doing my best to get back to where I was, have yet to figure out how things work.

Trying my best! :D

Ya (FORGETFUL) girl,

Silver Ghost

- Azure Skies -

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Island Chapter 7: New Dawn

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I’ve been thinking about things. I don’t know if there’s anyone else out here, but I honestly hope there isn’t. If anyone sees me as I am, my best guess is they’ll have their scopes trained on me wondering what kind of tame I could be before I could even know they were there. My best bet is just keeping myself covered up. Not too keen on taking chances.

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I guess in the time that I was resting up, the area around me had time to thrive. Caught sight of a big-headed baby parasaur following its mother. I swear, they look like big ol’ bobbleheads. For my first bit of nonsense back, I chased a pink otter all over the beach with a fish so big I couldn’t see the beach in front of me. After a while of stumbling and frustration, Bubblegum has joined the squad.

I may have tamed quite a few new fellas. Tamed two Trikes after their parents had an uh… ahem. “Unfortunate accident”. Gren and BIG SHOT, folks. Macaroni the pengoose bird thing (taming via sudden lack of parents), aaaand Tugboat the Pelagornis. God I love Tug, he’s much better than a pterosaur. I’ve got my sights set on an Argentavis and a Anky, next! Shouldn’t be TOO hard, I live close to the Redwoods.

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Tugboat supremacy. I love his dumb face.

Noot noot :3

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~ SG

- Azure Skies -

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Island Chapter 3:

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It’s been a few days since I’ve last written. Keeping count, I’m on Day 8 now. I’ve uh… got a few friends now. Odile the Dilophosaur, Paris the Parasaur, Cory the Pteranodon, and Yoink the uh… snake-bird-seagull thing? More mouths to feed, but more company for me.

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Dawn broke as I tossed the saddle over Paris’ back before I hopped up there myself, mounting up while Yoink adjusted herself from the comfort my shoulder. It’s best I rush out to stock up on metal and fish, since that crossbow has been taunting me, especially since it’s easier to get flint and stone than metal.

Paris padded over sand and grass, stopping as soon as we reached some sort of “lake” that separated my strip of the beach from the rest of the island. I was readying a spear to start fishing when I spotted something across the water, whatever it was, it was large and had horns. Paris and Yoink both seemed to pick up on it too, with shuffling uncomfortably, and I couldn’t see it, but I could feel Yoink’s feathers puffing up. I tugged on Paris’ reins until we could hide in the shade of the trees, easing myself low against her back to keep hidden…

It was a Carnotaurus. I’ll have to be more careful when I’m outside.

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A NeW ChAlLenGer ApPrOaCheS

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— SG

- Azure Skies -

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Island Chapter 2 : Thatch House

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Well… Second day here… Got my crap together and made some tools. The night was good, wasn’t pitch black, a little chilly, but I handled it well. I decided I didn’t feel safe just sitting outside, so I made myself a house. Four foundations, seven thatch walls, sloped ceilings, a doorframe and door…and a campfire inside. Is it a good idea to have a fire inside a flammable house? Probably not, but cooked food might taste better than berries.

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I doused the campfire and opened the door and stepped outside, pulling my map and compass from my implant.The map was mostly blank, but my spot on the map was at the bottom-middle, looks like I’m on an island, too. After my little freak-out yesterday, I’d spotted some chickens. Dodos. Most of the dodos met the business end of my spear, then introduced to my axe. I thought one of them looked pretty funny, though, round and fluffy. So I decided to give it some berries. “Dodo has been tamed!” I named her Pipis. Pipis now lives in my house. I love my Pipis :)

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~ SG

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Chicken nuggets :D

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