Stories from the lost isle

Chapter 3

After Edmund gave the two survivors an amargasaurus, they were quick to gather resources and other essentials for they’re new base.

“Edmund… are you truly not Rockwell? You look a lot like him!” The other survivor says. Edmund gives him a curios look.

“We can talk about that over a cup of tea! We don’t want to get tangled up in anything right now, do we?”

“No”

“Exactly! No, no we don’t!”

The survivor stops walking, looking forward as the amargasaurus, he’s friend and Edmund disappear out of his view. He holds up a bit of chitin, as a sinomacrops lands on his wrist, nibbling on the chitin plates.

“Your name will be MC-Gregor! Here’s a hat little friend!” He says, putting a hunter hat on his new friend’s head. The sun starts going down, as he looks up into the darkening sky. He now remembers, EVERYTHING! Including that face, that damm face! The same face of the one who caused her to have to stay and sacrifice herself. But now, he will not have any chance! He will not rule the cosmos, nor any ARK or any planet! He will fall, and I WILL be the one, WHO KILLS HIM!!!

Your time is limited… ROCKWELL!

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On a mountain far above the lost island, the dinopithecus king roars. The roar echoing across the ARK, but… our main hero is not, AFRAID!!!