So I know this will prob be buried under the fan-fictioners, but I still wanna share some advice for anyone who finds this, you could possibly color code your storage boxes, like blue being taming, slate / black being equipment, and so on, PS slate doesn’t look very good on small storage boxes IMO

WhereWolf, are you and Wolfgang the same person? P.S: I love your story! Pls continue it.

- Wanda M.

Who wants tips on dyes??? Stop hating on us fanfictioners, we have permission from the literal creator of the game to write storys. We arent going to stop doing what we love just because you decide to be annoying. So take your hate somewhere else. Like go hate on thatveganteacher on youtube, she is someone you should hate on.

#FF4L

-shadow

So I might write a story not about ark pretty much at all, except for the overseer.

WhereWolf

Looks gray and can be used for tek suits

Can’t get any worse, chapter one.

PLANET ???

“Where am I,” I questioned myself. All I remember is… some maniac laughing. It was so weird. I looked around and just saw…the insides of a ship? I looked at a slightly destroyed ship ID. § ESCAPE POD B_20 §

So I was in an escape pod, meant for building bases, and for surviving in for long amounts of time. And I had no idea what planet I was on. But one thing was clear: I had to fix this rust bucket up to survive, and to find out what happened to me. “The B_20’s are meant for base building. So why not build a base of my own?

Hope you guys are enjoying! See you soon,

WhereWolf

Guys how many ‘A’ can we get here

Can’t get any worse, chapter three.

Planet ???

I woke up, and I couldn’t see anything. “Oh no. I’ve gone BLIND. Why world, why…” My mind felt muddy and strange. Suddenly a bright light filled my eyes. “Whazat?” I said groggily. “Hold on. Your delirious from the wound. This is gonna hurt.” I was confused but then my back starting stinging like crazy wasps had stung my back millions of times. “Ok ok, I’m done! Stop wiggling around like a mad worm!” I stopped moving, and my back no longer hurt. I immediately remembered what happened. The furball bouncing towards me. The creature who scratched a permanent mark on me. I felt fury rise within me, and I sat up. “Woah there tiger,” the voice said, “Your not fully recovered yet. Here, drink this.” I looked up, and I saw the most ridiculous teenager ever. He had fuzzy furballs all over his hair, and they all were looking at me. He had tons of freckles, curly and wild red hair, blue eyes, and a techy looking backpack. “Uhhh, you just gonna sit there and stare at me?” He said. I nodded no, and then drank a foul smelling liquid. I immediately fell asleep. Again, why with the falling asleep?!

WhereWolf.

Hello.. WhereWolf..

How do you do on thissss lovely night.?

I’m here. Always watching.

-Slither, the Indian rock snake.