On the mobile official sever raptor I had a nice quiet base... Away from everything else. But then my sever was swept up in a revolution against the overlords of the sever (INV). My tribe joined in on the side of the rebels and we used the giant dear as our symbol. I rode on a level 200 named Canada and I brought him to every battle/ raid/ war and we had such a nice time together. But sadly one day my quiet base was found by INV and when I loged on I saw Canada laying dead on the floor of my base... I took revenge later when the volcano fell to the rebels but my poor Canada RIP #pray for Canada

It was a dark and cold night in the redwoods... and by the old waterfall ruins there was a small group of people sitting down by the river. These 10 men are high up in the sever totem pole, there riot and ascendet flak proves it. They talk in muffled voices as if there being hunted. However they are not the strongest on the sever... On this very same night INV looks out from his stronghold on the volcano. Ever since driving out previous alphas three months ago INV rules the sever with an iron fist. He is hated across the sever for the genoside of beach bobs and the weekend purges he athourises. Rebellions have always plagued his rule but each one ended in failure.... but then men in the redwoods think they have a strategy... the men at the redwoods are not just normal players... there the severs only hope for freedom and they are meeting to discuss the death of INV....

Cya on the next dossier!

BOB

Please continue to be on the lookout but I believe my story writing is coming to an end. I appogise greatly. In the meantime I would recommend checking out the other fanfictioners who are still posting regularly.

-bob

THERE IS HATER AMONG US IN THE QUETZ SECTION! I ask of you all to downvote the haters and support the fan fiction moment with ⬆️ And loving comments to all who are writing. Also swamp guy if your reading this. Your story ain’t bad. I like it.

LONG LIVE FANFICTION!- bob:D

Soooo my sever at the time was in a brutal civil war. The Alfa tribe was losing control and I was stuck in the crossfire. All I had was a stupid tribe and a stone base so I wanted a pet. I found an otter- tames it- named it Bobby- and we fell in love. Later that week my tribe entered the war on the side of the Alfa’s and soon we fought battle after battle. My otter was with me at all times. BUT one day I was on an patrol mission and I brought Bobby with me. I was ambushed by enemy troops. I was nocked out and my otter fought bravely but then he fell. My poor little otter 😭😭😭

-pray for Bobby

For the past several weeks a secret army has been building. The army that will fight INV. Bob and confederate command stand from the redwoods ruins waiting to the army to assemble. To conceal movements, the army gathers in the dead of night. Over the course of a few hours the army assembles. The tames, supplies, and materials of 30 tribes meets. The army numbers around 1000 tames and human wise. With the attack at first dawn some men sleep. Others talk and shake hands over warm fires. Meanwhile others gather wood and feed the tames. Bob finds his mount. A big red and yellow rex named “Stalin” . The beast stares at him closely. Then bob heads back to his shack where the 5 other confederate generals stand waiting. “So here we all are.” says one. “I’d say it’s only an hour till morning.” - says general king. “I’d start gathering the troops. Hopefully bob. This will work”.

On the other side of the island, far away from the redwoods and volcano, bob looks out over the eastern sea from his tiny porch in his base. He is deep in thought. Bob was a soldier in the last major rebellion against INV and the rebellion began to fail, bob defected, changed his name, and went into a quiet life of solitude. He can feel the sever beginning to tense up. His negboring tribes have begun to pick sides and already blood is being spilled. Bob vows to stay as far away from the coming war as possible. But then again he knows first hand the brutality of INV and his allies. As the sun begins to rise bob begins his normal Daly things. First of on the list, check the dodo coop. Bob has always had an affection for dodos. He keeps a few females for the eggs they ley. Bob then picks up a few eggs and goes over to his cooking pot to make them into an ommlet. But then there is a nock at the door..

It is now that the partisans have to bid fairwell to bob. On the banks of the river. Bob is tired... especially after being killed almost twice in two days. But he has to keep going. The fairwell is a quiet one. The partisans quickly make a raft and plop it into the river for crossing. Then they disappear into the forest. The only one left is the squad leader. He says in a low quiet voice. “Many of you don’t make it... sometimes we watch at this very spot the deaths... But you however... I have hope for you.” He says right before he salutes for a final time. Then after bob reruns the salute... the squad leader vanishes into the forest. Leaving bob again... to his own devices....

I’ve been reading the comments. I know I’m a nock off but I praise you guys. Dodo tales guy and crystal lands person you stories are amazing! I only dream of getting to where you guys are in this new trend thingy. Keep up the good work!

Best regards- bob from a song of compys and gigas.

“Keep running. Just... keep running... The enemy takes no prisoners... You can make it...” Those are the words bob keeps repeating to himself as the enemy closes in running after him. BANG! A bullet flies right over bobs head. BANG! Another hits a tree next to him. “It can’t be far now...” bob says to himself. BANG BANG! Two more bullets wizz past. Then all of a sudden the ground stops and a massive drop begins. Bob stops panting nervously flinching at every bullet he feels wizzing past him. He has to jump. The enemy is getting close now... bob closes his eyes. Three... two... one... bob leaps from the cliffface and braces for impact in the water below. SPLASH! He made it. Bob then paddles up to the surface. “There gone”... bob says as he gives a sigh of relief. On the other bank is bobs destination. Republican headquarters. Western front.

I got the idea from a true story about a loyalist base that survived until the end of war the susesion on my server. I wanted to show the war from the loyalist perspective as the river runs red shows the republican perspective. I never really was against ether side. The republicans drafted me during the early days of the war or I was going to get raided. At the time I also did not have good relations with the loyalists. Whatever happened though, it would make a really good bunch of storys.

-bob

Back at the resistance fleet, bob wakes up from his bed in raft block 21. It’s been three days since he came here and now he sent to meet with the confederate war council to discus why bob is here to begin with. He puts on his best hide clothing and soon walks across the anchored rafts to block 1. Inside ten men sit around a table with one seat open. One of them signals bob to sit down. “ So first of all welcome...” one of them say “I’m general king 55 of the forth confederate army and I would like to offer you a position to lead the 5th army. The other general died in a raid...” Bob is confused. He never told anyone about his old life. but then he realizes something... King...king... why is that name so familiar... Then it hits him. Back in fallied revolution against INV called the ten day war bob saved king after he was injured by an INV rex. Bob realizes that he no longer can keep quiet and he says as thoughts of INV flood in, “Sign me up”.

The second day of battle has come. The main objective is to take the small pathway that leads to the volcano rim and attempt to gain a foothold on the volcano itself. As the first forces grapple their way into the rocky side. INVs defenders open fire. When each soldier falls. Another takes his place. The main force fights ruthlessly up the pathway. Bob hears a soldier over the intercom let out a gastly scream as a bullet hits him in the belly. The main generals at this point have been relocated back into the redwoods for their own safety as INV quetz bombs the confederate camp. Bob is not too fond of his relocation. When he received word earlier that Charlotte was at the front. Bob put in a request to join her. Soon enough. A soldier walks into bobs office. “Your request went through. You have an igguanadon waiting outside”. Bob then packs his gun and puts on his metal armor and walks outside. He will now see the horrors for himself...