Dododex
ARK: Survival Evolved & Ascended Companion
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Greetings. I exist,
what am I doing-
Agh.
Hmmmmmmmmmmm
(Pssssst, story ideas)
My brain hates me.
It's telling me to think.
(You don't have a brain though, you are a brain piloting a large incredibly complex suit 3D printed in the built in replication factory of a precursor, you sit inside a spheroid container in which you are linked to a pair of fluid filled cameras, a flat sensitive plate covered with fractal sticks used to analyse airborne chemicals, and two complex machines that make sense of vibrations from afar as well as finding out the orientation of the suit by several tiny holes linking to strings attached to several points on you, on these strings and many others, tiny robots made out of a single molecular protein run at impossible speeds across your mechanical suit so as to activate the pairs of electrically operated winches that move the suit, the entire thing is reinforced with a self repairing alloy of various chemical elements composed of roughly 206 moving parts jointed together by a softer shock absorbing material. This rigid frame is harder than concrete and will grow itself anew if it is ever snapped or cracked. Over and within the hundreds of tangled electronic winches that cover this are two sacs that continuously are pulled inward and outward by several of the winches, each one has a pipe protruding from it's upper side, these join together after a short journey and lead to two holes in the front of the topmost region of the frame, through these your suit can absorb the hundreds of billions of pairs of jointed oxygen atoms that it needs to stay operational, this is then processed to remove impurities and shot through the suit with a beating pump located between the oxygen sacs, and travels on billions of short-lived saucer shaped robots after it is attached to a chemical within these robots, among these robots are multiple subtypes of security robot ready to detect and destroy any invasive materials, as well as small robots with a tendency to stick together that are used to glue up damage to the suit until proper repair, below this there is a soft asymmetrical lump, within it is a complex factory where all of the saucer shaped red robots and their varied white companions will one day be taken for recycling as new ones are created inside the hard inner framework. Over 499 other jobs are performed within it, not all fully understood by brains.
Somewhere below this is a large bag which joins up with a long pipe leading up near the oxygen pipe to a large hole, in which are several external knives and anvils in several different types of fuel, these are used alongside a clear secretion to break down fuels of various kinds into small pieces which then are thrown down into the bag. Where they are shaken periodically as they sit in a pool of potent acid to be further broken down into a chemical solution which is afterward drained into a huge tube in which many tiny protrusions begin absorbing this processed fuel where it is purified and mixed with the saucer robots, attaching to them to be sent all over the suit providing power for it's many other functions.
The suit is shaped as a rough rectangle with several bar shaped supports which protect the important oxygen absorbsion and distribution apparatus, from it come four sticks in two identical pairs with a joint almost exactly halfway through them, on the tip of these are five tentacles protected by small regrowing plates.
The suit is capable of scanning and copying it's exact unique structure to be scrambled and mixed in order to form a hybrid suit and brain.
This entire structure is padded with a layer of insulating foam also capable of holding reserved pieces of processed fuel, which is further protected by several self-repairing self-hydrating layers of thin but hard material, this may change it's composition somewhat in order to avoid damage by ultraviolet radiation.
Even this layer too is protected by many small fibres found protruding from it.)
😳
Why am I even here?
Aaaaa.
I'll think about it.
It may turn up soon,
~Poecilotheria metallica
More Cornflower Coloring (ASE: Sky Coloring) Tips
The war of the sky dye is long gone.(Sorry I just read though the whole dye lol.) Now the question is, where is the original leader of this dye?
Break-it/The One Who Likes To Narrate Random Crap
A Tale of Frost, Ch 1 pt 2
(my writing might be a little different, I seem to be aging a bit too fast)
As Frost, now an ice wolf, raced past the camp that had held him back for so long, his yearning to stay like this increased. To hunt, to be one with the wild, to be something feared and respected. To just leave the problems of society.
Frost skidded to a stop before tumbling over a hill, shifting back from wolf to human. His heart crashed against his rib cage, his head throbbing.
He couldn’t let the amulet take control.
Steadying himself, Frost patted his pockets for his journal, pencil, and flint. He flipped through his journal, the smell of leather and dust making it all the more pleasant to view the stories he had made and recorded.
What had spiked his interest, though, were myths of other story tellers, trapped in a strange world and only able to tell their tales through fires of extraordinary color.
Frost yawned, stretched, and lay himself down on a soft patch of grass.
Tales.
Nothing more but stories of the fantastical.
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Hope you guys had a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Sorry about the short second part, and the gap in between, I’ve been busy lately. My writing has changed for better or for worse, I hope it’s not too much of a problem. Enjoy the story.
- Frost
A Tale Of Frost, Ch1 pt2
Frost’s eyes snapped open to a blinding sunrise.
Dawn.
He stretched, checked his amulet, packed up his journal, and began to walk. The mountains were still a long ways away. Frost tucked his amulet in his shirt, sure that he’d meet people along the way who’d try to snatch it away from him.
A twig snapped nearby, but Frost kept walking, pretending to be unaware of the presence of another person in the surrounding brush.
Suddenly, a child leaped out of the bushes, attempting to claw at Frost’s amulet. Frost thrust out his arm, catching the child just in time and flipping him on his back, using his arm to pin him to the ground.
“Let GO of me!” The kid growled, snapping his teeth.
Frost rolled his eyes. Kids. So feral.
“I’m going to let you go, and you’re not going to try and steal my necklace, ok? Ok.”
He slowly lifted his arm, letting the boy scramble to his feet.
“I’m Frost. Now scra-“
“I’m coming with you.”
Frost rubbed the bridge of his nose.
“No, no you aren’t.” Quick as lightning, Frost jabbed the kid’s vagus nerve, rendering him unconscious.
Frost frowned.
For all he knew, this child could have worried parents waiting for him to come home. He sighed impatiently before hauling the boy’s body over his shoulder, walking in the direction of the bushes the kid jumped out of in an attempt to see where he came from.
To be continued…
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I see there’s been drama, unfortunately I don’t have time and patience on my side right now. Enjoy the tale, I know the chapters are short so far, but it’s all I can give for now.
-Frost
Hi Frost! I like your story pls continue it. Nice to meet u. I wrote the paw print path here in Dododex. It starts in dire wolf. Pls write the next chapter, I can’t wait to see what happens! #FF4L. ✌️
-Ghost.
Eyes peek from under the floorboards and a hand slowly slides a sign out that reads:
"We of the olive dungeon kindly request more of your story, Frost."
~Sincerely
CL1 of the Poetry Gremlins Guild
Since we’re talking about pegos...
My first pego encounter:
Me:aaaaw cute.
Pego: *steals stuff from my inventory*
Me: GIVE THAT BACK TO ME YOU FILTHY BUGGER!!!!!!!!!!!!
Pego: *runs*
Me: *gets out bow and shoots it three times*
My next pego encounter...
Me: oh it’s one of these buggers isn’t it.
Pego: *stands in front of me*
Me: *readys bow*
Pego: *steals berries and tames himself*
Me: *names pego Feathered Thief*
First ichthyornis encounter...
Icthyornis: flies up to me.
Me: die filth
Ichthyornis: steals pick axe
Me: DAMN YOU, YOU LITTLE FILTHY BUGGER!!!!!!!!
Ichthyornis: swoops back down to steal more stuff.
Me: *readys bow and headshots the stupid bugger*
Ichthyornis: dead.
Me: lil bugger...
-Apex
A novel of Frost: Chapter the First (Part I)
Frost yawned, stretched, and opened his eyes. Another day in the miserable camp of Knorg. Frost growled, his mood instantly souring. Knorg, a dragon-human hybrid, was the leader of the very legion that had killed his mother all those years ago. The Dragon Legion had died thousands of years ago, but after a single vial of dragon’s blood was discovered years after, Knorg drank the blood and became a hybrid super human. Now he infuses his army of scum with the same blood he had ingested years ago.
And soon enough, he would see that Frost was more than a worker, and would change him into a mindless killer as well. Frost grinned. Knorg could try if he wanted to. Frost was escaping tonight.
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After a long day of slave work, it was twilight. Frost grasped his necklace, said a quick prayer to the Goddess, and crushed the ice shard. He squeezed his eyes shut…
But nothing happened. Frost groaned and cursed his folly-
Right before something did happen, in fact. He felt his body warp and shift, grow smaller, but stronger.
He was an Ice Wolf. And he was ready to be done with this Goddess forsaken camp. He howled and charged for the barbed fences that had kept him trapped for two decades. The fence shattered and turned to ice as Frost ran through, kept running, and ran towards his past home. The mountain of the Frost Howlers, as it was now known.
(I did not have enough time to write the whole chapter, I will continue this chapter as soon as I get back home. I’m going on a trip, I’ll be back in a week.)
Your excited author,
-Frost
Ah, but why have a bard when I can write my own ballads?
"How sad is the ruler, of a kingdom of one?
You claim glory, and yet you have none.
Dethroned and trampled by a big green beast,
You aimed for the best, yet fell to the least.
How much more fulfilled is the seeker of peace,
Who befriends gators, rather than being their feast?
But though I tease and taunt and pry
I am still honored you are my ally."
*theatric mandolin strum*
Need I say more?
(You're as much of a gloat as Pres.)
Yes, but I gloat with style.
~Limericist Loki
Ikr? More words crazy fan fics…
-Random person
Use this to make your leather pants look like jeans