Me and my friends once had a dodo farm and we were choosing some dodos they chose one but I secretly got another named Felix and hides him in a little house I made for him then raptors came and attacked him I was so sad I got another dodo and named it Felix jr and made a more protected house for him and made a grave for Felix the first.

So once I had a baby dodo and it died to a trike🙁. But then I got revenge hehe.

ARK Story: The Island

Chapter 1: A Mysterious Place

Astro rubbed his eyes as the sun scorched his face. The last thing he remembered was when he was at the park and then fell under something. Now, he was looking on a strange rhombus shaped implant on his wrist.

-What the heck? - he asked.

He stood up, looking for any signs of civilization. Instead he spotted a chicken-like creature clucking and looking at him.

Astro, since he was a kid, loved dinosaurs. When he grew up to 16 years old, he started his career as an archeologist. He knew almost every single species of the prehistoric planet.

Astro was able to identify the chicken as a Dodo.

-Impossible! - he murmured, trying to figure out how it appeared here. He looked at the prolongation of the beach and saw more Dodos.

But then he heard a strange sound coming from the bush. The bushes moved, and a strange figure appeared. Astro immediately recognised it as a Parasaurolophus or just a Parasaur. Astro was relieved that it was just a herbivore and it wouldn’t attack him, probably unless provoked.

He started walking across the beach, in hopes of finding a survivor, just like him, lost and confused. After a few minutes of walking, he saw a figure. He could see that the creature was a carnivore. The creature noticed him, and started running towards him. As it got closer, Astro realised it was an Utahraptor. He had read that these beasts were strong, aggressive and even smart. He knew he couldn’t outrun such a creature, so he grabbed a nearby Dodo and threw it into the Raptor’s mouth.

The Raptor stopped. It closed his mouth and ate the Dodo. Astro grabbed another one, and threw near the Raptor. The Raptor, this time, used its enlarged claw on the feet and sliced the Dodo.

After that, the Raptor became more calm. It didn’t try attacking Astro. Instead, it approached him, and looked at the ground.

Next Part at - Raptor

By Carcharo

I had a dodo once, his name was Dave. He saved me countless times against sarcos because for some reason the sarcos just circle around him without hitting him. But one day when I went to sleep, when I woke up he was gone, and I didn't get a message he died. You will be missed.

Press F for our missing savior Dave

Went on a small killing spree killing Dodos with my fists I hit one and believe it or not he put up a fight and bit me.

If this gets 1k I will take only dodos and somehow beat the game. I might even make a vid abt it

Am I the only one that thinks that dodos should be able to wear hats? I mean wouldn’t it be funny if a dodo could wear the dodo Wyvern mask? Lol.

DUDE

THERES A SHINY LOOKIN DODO IN THE DISTANCE

KILL OR TAME?

QUICK I CAN SEE SOME DILOS APPROACHING

-BorkBro75

Running on dinosaurs: Chapter 2: Echoes in the ferns

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The days bled into weeks, marked only by the rising and setting sun and the constant, primal scream of the jungle surrounding me. I, Maya, was still alive. Still foraging. Still surviving. My makeshift shelter, carved into the roots of a colossal fern, was my sanctuary, however fragile. I clung to it, to my routine, as anchors in this turbulent sea of prehistoric life.

One sweltering afternoon, while scavenging for edible roots (a risky endeavor, often guarded jealously by small, raptor-like Compsognathus), I heard it. A sound that sliced through the monotonous symphony of the jungle and sent a jolt of adrenaline through my veins.

A scream. Human.

My breath hitched. The sound was ragged, desperate, echoing my own terror from weeks ago. I stayed frozen, roots clutched in my hand, heart hammering against my ribs. Hope, a dangerous and unfamiliar feeling, flickered within me. I wasn't alone.

Cautiously, I crept towards the sound, the familiar weight of my salvaged machete reassuring in my hand. I navigated the tangle of ferns and gargantuan trees, my senses on high alert. Each rustle of leaves, each chirping insect, sent shivers down my spine.

The clearing was small, choked with vegetation, but the scene it held was anything but. A young man, maybe a few years older than me, was pinned against a massive tree trunk, a Deinonychus circling him like a predator toying with its prey. He was covered in mud and blood, his clothes torn, his face a mask of pain and fear. He clutched a broken branch, attempting to fend off the dinosaur’s razor-sharp claws.

My hand tightened on the machete. Logic screamed at me to retreat, to protect myself. But the echo of his desperate cry still rang in my ears.

I charged.

Screaming a wordless battle cry, I swung the machete with all my might. The blade connected with the Deinonychus’s flank, drawing a screech of rage. The dinosaur, momentarily stunned, turned its attention to me, its yellow eyes burning with malice.

The man used the distraction to scramble behind the tree, panting heavily. I braced myself, adrenaline coursing through me. The Deinonychus was fast, agile, and now, thoroughly enraged.

The fight was brutal and short. I managed to land a few more blows, but the dinosaur was relentless. Finally, I saw an opening and plunged the machete deep into its throat. The creature roared, a sound that shook the very ground beneath my feet, then collapsed in a twitching heap.

Silence descended, heavy and thick, broken only by my ragged breathing and the man's choked gasps. I turned towards him, my chest heaving, the machete dripping blood.

He stared at me, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and… something else. Something that wasn’t gratitude.

"Who are you?" he croaked, his voice raspy.

"Maya," I said, still catching my breath. "Who are you?"

"Reid," he replied, pushing himself to his feet. He was taller than me, broader, with a sharp, calculating gaze. He looked me up and down, his expression unreadable. "Thanks for the help," he added, the tone flat, devoid of any real emotion.

I waited for him to offer more, some sign of camaraderie, of shared experience. But he remained silent, his eyes scanning the jungle, as if assessing escape routes.

"You're welcome," I said, the words feeling hollow. "I have a shelter nearby. It's not much, but it's safe."

Reid finally looked back at me, a flicker of something akin to suspicion in his eyes. "And what do you want in return?"

His words stung. I had risked my life for him. And this was the thanks I got?

"Nothing," I said, my voice hardening. "Just thought maybe we could help each other out. Surviving alone out here is… difficult."

He scoffed. "Difficult? You seem to be managing just fine." He gestured towards the dead Deinonychus. "Besides, I prefer working alone."

His words were a slap in the face, a clear rejection. But they also ignited something within me. A defiance. A realization.

I wasn't alone anymore, but I was still fighting for survival. And now, I had another predator to worry about.

"Fine," I said, turning away. "Good luck."

I started to walk back towards my shelter, the weight of the machete feeling heavier than before. I could feel Reid's eyes on my back, watching, calculating.

As I disappeared into the ferns, I knew one thing: Reid wasn't a savior. He wasn't an ally. He was a threat. And in this land of dinosaurs, the most dangerous creatures weren't always the ones with teeth and claws. Sometimes, they wore the face of a survivor.

So tamed one a of these and the dude killed a sarco. A SARCO!?!?