Me in the lost island dlc: oh look it is a giant monke. 2 seconds later: yussss I have giant monke. Me putting grenades in it’s feces during a raid: READY AIM FIRE. 50 monke men thowing feces at rexes and Tapejaras in tek -NightBaton
“So what was that about.” Ron asked. Sir Charles looked at him, hatred evident in his eyes, “they work for the queen.” He said. “The queen? Who’s dat?” Ping asked. “She’s a ruthless dictator that rules this ark with an iron claw.” Sir Charles said. “Ya she’s a great big wyvern.” George said. “She’s got breath that can freeze you to the bone she does.” Evelyn said. “Meh we helped kill a dragon, how tough can a wyvern be.” Ron said. “Wait, You did what?..” Richard said. “You don’t understand, she’s got an entire army of kights what can we do against that?” Sir Richard said. “You guys aren’t the only ones who hate the queen I’m guessing?” Ron asked. “Of course not, everyone hates her, but they fear her, it’ll take a lot to get them to rise up against her.” Richard said. “Eh we’ll cross that stream when we get to it, I do have one question, they said you were a knight but now your not?” Ron said. “I was a knight when the yeti queen ruled, but the ice queen stole the throne, got rid of the loyal knights, and knighted those pigs!” Sir Charles said. “And now we gotta pay t a x e s…. And those new knights always take extra..” George said. “What did the ice queen do with the yeti queen?” Ron said. “Nobody knows, either killed her.. or locked her up In the dungeon.” Sir Charles said. “I have a plan.” Ron said.
“What is it..” Ping said. “Wait what? Oh I thought the chapter was over…” Ron said. “Huh?” George said. “Never mind.. anyway the plan is; First, we get a team together and free the yeti queen and the other prisoners, then the queen can rally the people and we can take on the ice queen.” Ron said. “Easier said than done, direwolves aren’t known for being sneaky.” Charles said. “And we don’t even know if the queen is alive.” Richard said. “How are we gonna find out if we don’t try?” Ron said. “Guess that’s right, but how are we gonna get in?” Richard said. Ron looked around the room, a plan forming in his mind. “We’re gonna need to get a team together.”
We hadn’t ever been up north before. Had to find some woolly clothes too, ‘cause it’s cold as Everest up that way. It was a tundra- snow, ice… Mammoths, wolves, pigs, sabers. Just like the ice age. And that’s where we saw these massive, steel-walled forts guarded by turrets and advanced tribes. Judgin’ by all their guns, we didn’t go that way. Instead we braved the ice.
Little bit before we set off, while me and Jesse were gettin’ drunk at the bar, Chris was in the gun shop again buyin’ some rifles. He forged ‘em together to make some kinda 6-burst gun that he strapped to the back of his feathery raptor (which he called Streamline, since it was blue with some black) and added what looked like a second seat to his saddle to man this gun. After that we decided to see if anyone had anything of value up north.
It started with a distant howl, then some more howls and before we knew it a pack of wolves, with 2 riders leading them, were chasin’ us like cats and mice. They started firin’ on us, so we tried to outrun ‘em. They got a good shot on Winchester, so Chris pulled Jesse onto his back as Winchester fell to the ground.
“The gun!” Chris shouted. “Pull the trigger, the side to reload!” Jesse moved the gun from side to side, then took aim at the wolves and started gunnin’ ‘em down. •Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch• As Jesse fired, then •Click• As he reloaded. We Darted through Caves, under arches and through snow-coated forests with the constant sound of gunfire. Then we approached a steep cliff, and instead of turning away like I was tryin’ to steer him to, Reaper sped up, chargin’ the wall.
“Reaper… You better have a good plan.” I warned him. He sped up, then leaped through the air and swiftly climbed up the cliff lile it was nothin’. The wolves chased Chris and Jesse ‘round the corner, and Reaper jumped off the side to flank ‘em. I pulled out my pistol and began to shoot the wolves at the back,
causin’ the pack leaders to split up. I chased the one that broke away from the main pursuit, loopin’ round trees and rocks until I finally had them cornered. They dashed round the corner to see Chris and Jesse with their half of the pack headed straight for ‘em, so they stopped and I put a gun to their head. Chris spun round, puttin’ his gun to the other leader’s head. With his hands raised, the man at the end of Chris’ gun said
“No need for bloodshed.”
“Bloodshed?” Replied Jesse, anger in his heart. “Ya shot ma darn horse and now ya tell ma that there ain’t no need for bloodshed!?” The girl who I had cornered pulled down her mask and said:
“Look- we didn’t know it was you.”
“Whaddo ya mean? We don’t know ya missy.”
“We didn’t know it was the Crimson Demon.” Now it made sense. I pushed my gun deeper into her neck. She winced. “Look! We’ll make it up to you!” She shouted, frightened. “Why don’t we give you a wolf?” She pleaded. Chris decided to break the tension.
“How about you join us?” I liked the idea.
“That could work.” I said.
“Join us!? Have ya lost ya darn minds!? They shot Winchester!” Jesse wasn’t havin’ it. I gave Chris a look and he nodded- we needed to convince Jesse this was gonna work out.
“Jesse- how else are they going to make it up to you? Besides, then we have a wolf army.” He was about to begin shoutin’ but I cut in.
“Look at all their guns! We need that kinda weaponry.” Turns out all it took were guns. We welcomed them in, and that’s how we met Will and Faith.
-Next in Paracer, last in Compy. Thanks for reading!
When I opened my eyes, I was covered in sand. I got up and looked around. I was on a beach, and past all the sand a dense layer of foliage obscured my view of the land in which I found myself. As I got up I noticed a kite-shaped hole in my wrist. I looked at it and saw a metal object implanted in my arm. I scratched and tore at it but it was firmly lodged in my wrist. That was a problem for another time. I took a look around again and I saw a berry bush. I went over and took a few that looked safe to eat and put them in my mouth. Probably a bad idea, but I didn’t die immediately and assumed they were edible. I took some with me and that’s when I realised that there was a plump little bird following me. It was eyeing up the berries in my hand, but I wasn’t the sharing type. All throughout the day and night it followed me around driving me crazy until I finally buckled and landed several punches into it, where it fell unconscious and I snapped out of my rage. I felt guilty, so I gathered more berries and put it beside it for when it woke. I then put a wall of rocks and pebbles to shield it. When dawn broke, it was outside the little hole in the rocks where I had decided to sleep. It then brought me berries- I took them and it followed me by my side. A few hours later we encountered a frilled bipedal lizard that came charging through the bushes towards us. There was a stick beside my feet and I got an idea.
I grabbed the branch that lay at my feet, and swung it menacingly around myself. The bird that was following me squawked and charged the lizard. It spat venom that blinded the bird, and I rushed in. I delivered several blows to the head, and I broke the stick over its head and grabbed its legs, where whilst it was disorientated I threw it into a nearby boulder, although it left an injury on my neck. A small scar would be formed there, but that wasn’t my concern. The beast recovered but was still in confusion, and I took the opportunity to smash another branch over its head, where it fell unconscious like the dodo. Now, before I had spotted a rotting corpse along the beach, and since the dodo was my friend after I fed it… I rushed back and took some meat from the corpse, and although it was rotting and disgusting it brought me another friend- the dinosaur. Now, I had a nerdy friend before all this who was obsessed with dinosaurs, and he said there was one like this called a… a dilof… a dilofo… nevermind. We trekked across the beach and I decided to string together some clothes from fibres. That’s when I found the tracks… human tracks.
Obelisk, Forest thought, testing out the word. Obelisk. He’d heard that before.
Maybe while his parents talked in the other room as he ran by, chasing his sisters? As he read Ri’s journal when she thought he was asleep? Overhearing his sisters secret conversations?
He wasn’t sure.
“I’ve seen that before,” Spark exclaimed. “We called them Sky Rocks.”
“There is no way,” Crimson said, “that that Little Rock came from THAT.”
“It’s possible that a meteorite hit the Obelisk and broke off a piece,” Needles explained.
“Hmmm,” Crimson mused.
Rust stared up at the floating object, then looked down at the rune in his talons. “Is it dangerous?”
Forest thought about that as Needles said: “I don’t think so.”
What if it is? Forest wondered. That Obelisk—it f l o a t s. How could that be possible?
“Do you know why it’s just floating up there?” He decided to ask Needles.
“Well…” Needles scratched his head with a pensive expression. “It’s very possible that the atmosphere fades closer to space up there—it is pretty high up.”
“Ah,” Spark said, nodding.
“We should get going,” Needles said. “We can take the rune with us, if you want.”
“I don’t want to,” Rust said ruefully.
“I do,” Forest said. “It’s seems interesting. Rust, if you don’t wanna hold onto it—I can hang on to it for now.”
“Oh—sure,” Rust stepped forward, and set the rune carefully in Forests palm. “There you go.”
“Thanks,” Forest said, holding the rock at eye level to study. It felt cold in his talons, smooth and a bit heavy.
“You can carry it in here,” Needles said, pulling down his sack.
Forest accepted the bag and gently set the rune inside, maneuvering it carefully around the three scrolls inside. The sack was blue and green dyed wool, carefully twined together and woven to create the soft shape. He wondered who made it.
He slung it over his shoulder. “Thankyou.”
“OK! OK let’s GOOOOO,” Crimson said. “Looking at that Obelisk is giving me a headache.”
Really? Forest had wondered why his head began to throb a tiny bit at the back of his brain, but he hadn’t exactly noticed till now. He thought he was just tired. Crimson has a headache… she’s being sarcastic about the Obelisk… but what if that’s actually it?
If the Obelisk was giving Crimson, and Forest the same affects… were the others feeling the same?