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

*sets up camp*

Sorry, but the fanfictioners are taking over the dyes. Go for Silver dye for more info, although I doubt anyone would want to use the tips section of this, this is useless

Just like me! :')

First of all, my fanfics are in Allosaur; Yuty; Crystal Wyvern; Deinonychus; Rockwell. The one in allosaur sucks, I suggest just going to yuty.

Second of all, my second name is now Ibabi

Third of all, IS ANYONE READING THIS LOL

-your new queen of Slate Dye;

Seasnake/Ibabi

Looks gray and can be used for tek suits

What do you mean, "Can't get much worse"? That was great! Keep it up, I'm interested!

~CL1

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

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

WhereWolf

*bursts through door* *chatter stops*

People in slate dye: who’s this guy?

Me(WhereWolf): I am WhereWolf, and I have shed my evil ways. Can I claim this dye? I wanted a dramatic entrance so why not do this.

WhereWolf

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.