There I was. Bog biome. I had been searching for a perfect tame. I had already tamed a level 125,135, even a level 145 flying noodle. I thought it was glorious, yet my need wasn't satisfied. I had tamed a perfect male tame before the same day. The very day this was written, in fact. I thought it was just my day when I had. Then, shortly after enjoying a jungle cruise, I had been rudely yanked off my ride by a long strand of spiderman's missing web fluid. After a while, I had given up my search for the damned thing. Today was not my day. So I started the quest, searching for another, finding levels higher and higher, till eventually I found it.

Another blue noodle. 150, male, it was a perfect replica of the one I had lost. I set about domesticating the thing. After hours of searching, my luck paid off. I had tamed it, parachuted to the bog floor. I was to cryopod the thing right away. To avoid losing another to the senseless violence and idiocy of the bug-infested place I was currently located. Yet the bog... the bog had other ideas. Multiple piranhas, a sarco, a level 85 female flying noodle, and a level 100 frog on steroids worth of ideas, actually. Today... was NOT my day.