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Lore of the ARK's part two: my testing on the dilo really did solve questions I had in mind. I never knew they can be used a temporary status devices. When I took the implant from the dilo, the implant was not glowing brightly at all. When an implant is bright, the Creature is dead, but it can be cloned. When it is not glowing, it is dead and you can't clone of do anything with is. But in this case, when the implant is not bright, the Creature is alive! When the dilo woke up, I had its implant, and it described the dilo's status, alive; but only after a few minutes, the implant wore out. But the dilo pis still alive, so if I'm correct, anything that happens in those few minutes to the implant will state the creatutures status! Another discovery!
Lore of the ARK's part one: the Ark is filled with some of the most unusall things to ever face, but to state in more specific terms, I am talking about the Creature implants. They are energy implants that describe almost every thing about the Creature itself. I found a old document that stated about the implant's cloning feature, but I belive that there is more to it. There should be more to it. Though, with no evidence, I conducted an experement on a small dilo to tranq it and take it's implant. Next day, I started the testing prosses. I am still surprised about how much info I took from this, and I know it is groundbreaking. The documents never said it can be used a temporary status device.
I awoke on a strange island filled with tiny birds one of them stared me down so I punched it I crafted various different tools and weapons as I was walking across the beach I saw a tribe of survivors they offered me food water and shelter till i can make my own base we chatted by a fire till sundown when I went off on a hunt and that’s when I saw it a blue green raptor I covered my arrow with tranquilizers and fed him some meat I called him Henry the name of my firstborn son Henry if you are reading this papas still pushing through
A Broken Memory
Chapter 2
Crimson sat next to ZMDE out of Cooper's room, exchanging worried glances.
"How do you think Cooper's going to hang on?" Crimson asked ZMDE, his friend.
"I don't know," ZMDE admitted, fiddling with his thumbs. "He got shot really hard." His dark, black hair was greasy and muddy, stained from the fighting.
"Hm, you think we can check on the man?" Crimson questioned, glancing at the door from his jerboa-hide seat. ZMDE nodded. "I'll ask."
As Crimson watched ZMDE go away, he thought what his family was doing. His little brother, Steve, also known as Lil Steve, was always worried he might not come back. Crimson was adopted into the family; it was obvious. His hair and skin tone matched nothing like his family's.
ZMDE walked back to Crimson. "We can go in there," he said. "The bullets have been removed."
Crimson got out of his chair and limped away on his sprained foot. It had been sprained after falling in a crevice due to enemy fire.
Stumbling in, he saw Cooper in a hospital bed.
The nurse walked up to the two. "There's just one thing you should remember," she said. "He.. He's lost his memory. We have no idea how- we think there might have been a toxin in the bu-"
Crimson's eyes widened. He shouldered past the nurse and limped up to Cooper with his crutches. Blood-stained patches were along his body.
"Cooper? Are you okay, buddy?" Crimson asked, inspecting him. Cooper's eyes were hardly open.
"Who are you?" He wheezed. "I'm your friend, Crimson." Crimson replied. "ZMDE, come here. Please help him." ZMDE had a profession with toxins, poisons, venoms, and more. Cooper was the guy with a gun- he was a sniper. Crimson, well, he was the smart one; he planned out everything and knows pretty much exactly what the enemy is going to do, for most of the time.
Cooper coughed, struggling to breathe.
"One got his left lung," the nurse explained, "and another skimmed the right one."
"Will we ever get Cooper back?" ZMDE asked, looking at the bullets.
The nurse glanced over. "There is one possibility.."
First of all, it's a girl(ikr, suprising). Second of all, sure, have your own opinions. OK. Do you have to voice them? No. Are you trying to get attention, stop my story or just annoy me? I have the right as everyone else to make fanfictions how I want them and haters must back off. Use some other website or not look in story tips, GOT IT? Also yes A Journey to the Abberation Trench sucks and just read my better stories if you just hate A Journey to the Abberation Trench, since yeah I had no idea what I was doing. But any fanfictioner will not tolerate haters and haters must be dealt with.
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-Seasnake and my other names. I have the right to have a billion names but just call me Seasnake
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