Dododex
ARK: Survival Evolved & Ascended Companion
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What are some stories about the dodo? Memorable dodo stories, wild encounters, and fan fiction.
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.
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
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.
Noob: oh look a dodo I wanna tame it
A second later
Noob: I tamed it! Hey mr pro can you tame a dodo also?
Pro: yes why
Noob: I wanna see you tame it
Pro: ok -pro punches a dodo- oh flip it’s a lvl 1 dodo
(Pro dies one shotted by dodo lvl 1)
Noob: haha watch me tame the dodo you got one shotted by
(Noob tames dodo)
Pro: whaaaaaat! How you tame such a weak creature that can one shot a pro
Noob: easy just punch it
Pro: can I try again
Noob: yes
-pro dies to another dodo-
Pro: I HATE DODOS
Noob: I’m the new alpha! With my dodo army we will be unstoppable but first let me see if another pro can tame a dodo
The other pro: I can tame dodos there ez ez ez ez ez ez
-the other pro dies to dodo lvl 1-
Other pro: flip
Other pro: let me try again
-other pro was killed by dodo lvl 1-
Other pro: one last try -pro takes out rifle instead- die you dum dodos!
Other pro was killed by a lvl 1 dodo
Other pro: I will kill that dodo but first let me get on the cliff to kill him
Dodo: that won’t stop me from getting you! Dodo tribe call the Air Force
Argentavis: Air Force coming on the way
Noob: hahahahaha you dum pro you made them mad
Other pro: what’s ganna happen to me
Pro from earlier: some thing bad
Pro 2 aka the other pro: like what
Pro 1: your ganna die
Argentavis: attack! -1000 Argys attack pro 2-
Pro 2: flip
Pro 2 has been killed by a argentavis air force member
Pro 1: I’ll kill those args for you
Argentavis: we need back up send in the military
Terror bird: on our way
Argentavis: come help fight with us dodos
All dodos: ok
Terror bird: we have arrived
Noob: I’ll help y’all fight the pros
All dodos: ok
Pro 1: yo tribe mates get over here
Pro 2: my tribe get over here infact the whole server get over here
Terror bird: I think we might need to bring in the marines
Dodo: ok call the marines
terror bird: we need back up send in the marines
Peligornis: on our way
Pro 1 and 2: is every body in the server here
Server: yes
Pro 1: we are at war with the dodos we will attack now! Sharpen your swords and pikes load you guns get on your gigas!
Noob: every dodo lover come help out I’m on the dodos team
All dodo lovers: ok
the peligornases and dodo lovers: we are here
Noob: charge! -dodo military forces charge at the pros-
The field fills with blood the rivers turn red and dead body’s every where
The dodo military was winning and finally the last survivors where about to die and those survivors where pro 1 and 2 then the terror birds started flapping there wings in the air and started gliding and swooped in and killed the pros and the dodo military and dodo lovers won the war the dodo lovers and dodo military are now the alphas make the button facing up green for more of the dodo war made by the boss man and my server is volcano easy mode
I once had a dodo named sea foam. there was a diplo so close to my house that its foot was in it. It was super hard to get out and in again. i had to something. I set sea foam on aggresive and placed her near the diplo. she ran and ran after it. she lowered it down to 1300 health and she went in the water. she got killed by mean fish. me and my other dodos went and attacked the diplo i was racing under it, hitting it with my pickaxe. i killed it in the end, and got a back bone thing frim it. i stored that somewhere safe and think of her always. LONG LIVE SEA FOAM! couldn't have done it without her. i see the backbone and think of her. One like=one prayer for sea foam.
Once, I had this dodo called Bread. Bread was humongous. The biggest dodo I’ve ever had. She was 1.44. No matter what, Bread was there for me. She was there when my raptors got killed by a spino, when my baryonyxes got killed, when my itchyosaurs died of starvation because they were too fast to catch anything. She had many offspring, none of which were bigger than her. One day, a baryonyx wandered into my base and killed three dodos. Bread was one of them. R.I.P Bread. You will be missed :(
Bullied by raptors.
Loved by dilos.
Craved by bugs.
Chased down by every carnivore in existence.
It doesn't have strong legs and a sleek body like Gallimimus.
It doesn't have a tanky but fast build like Moschops.
It doesn't have armor like an Anky,
Horns like a Trike,
Stamina like a Parasaur,
Flying like a Pteranodon,
Or jaws like a Terror bird..
It would seem the dodo exists, just to be eaten,
As sweet treats for predators.
One dilo even said; "They are very tasty snacks, and best part is that it's so cheap to get yet so abundant at the same time."
Even the Oviraptor laughs at how pathetically easy it is to get their eggs.
How are they NOT endangered?
The power of DODO
Running on dinosaurs: Chapter 1
The sun beat down on the prehistoric landscape, turning the dust-choked air shimmering. A lone figure, Maya, navigated the treacherous terrain with a practiced ease that belied her young age. Lush ferns, towering cycads, and the occasional gnarled redwood formed a verdant maze, all under the perpetual shadow of colossal dinosaurs.
Maya was the last. A catastrophic meteor shower, years ago, had wiped out her tribe, leaving her an orphan in a world dominated by thunder lizards and armored behemoths. Grief had been a heavy cloak at first, but survival was a sharper weapon. She had learned to scavenge, to hunt, to build, and above all, to disappear.
Today, she needed water. The dry season was upon them, and the watering hole near the volcano was a dangerous gamble. It was Rex territory.
She approached the watering hole with a patience born of necessity. Crouching low, she mimicked the rustling of leaves, using the dense undergrowth as her shield. The air vibrated with the deep rumble of a Tyrannosaurus Rex, easily close to forty feet long, its skin a mosaic of dusty browns and greens. It was magnificent, terrifying, and utterly focused on quenching its thirst.
Maya knew a frontal assault was suicide. Instead, she remembered the lessons her grandfather, a skilled trapper, had taught her. Using sharp stones lashed to sturdy branches, she had crafted a crude, but effective, bola. She waited for the moment the Rex lowered its head, exposing its flank, and then, with a surge of adrenaline, she threw.
The bola whizzed through the air, wrapping around the Rex’s leg. The beast roared in fury, thrashing wildly. This was Maya’s chance. She darted towards the edge of the pond, filling her gourd with precious water before scrambling back into the undergrowth.
The Rex, now freed from the bola, turned its rage in the direction of the disturbance, but Maya was gone, swallowed by the green abyss.
Survival wasn't just about dodging dinosaurs; it was about ingenuity. One day, while scouting for mushrooms, Maya stumbled upon a cluster of shiny, black rocks. Flint. She remembered the stories her grandmother told, tales of fire, not just the destructive fire of the meteor shower, but a controlled fire, a warmth against the cold, a protector against the dark.
It took days, weeks even, of relentless practice, but finally, with a shower of sparks and a wisp of smoke, she coaxed a flame to life. The warmth spread through her, chasing away the lingering chill of the night. She cooked the meager portion of reptile she had managed to snare, the fire rendering it palatable.
Fire became her companion. It kept the night creatures at bay, allowed her to see in the dark, and gave her the courage to explore further. She began to map the territory, using markings on rocks and trees to chart safe paths and identify danger zones. She learned the migration patterns of the herbivores, and by extension, the predatory dinosaurs that followed them.
One day, exploring a cavern she had discovered while tracking a herd of Triceratops, Maya found something unexpected. Not bones, not fossils, but paintings. Crude depictions of dinosaurs, hunters, and strange symbols adorned the cave walls. A wave of sadness washed over her, a phantom echo of her lost tribe. Someone had lived here before. Someone had survived.
Emboldened, Maya began to add her own markings to the walls, her own story. She drew pictures of her hunts, of the dinosaurs she had outsmarted, of the sun rising and setting over this prehistoric world. It was a way to connect to the past, a way to leave a mark on a world that had tried to erase her.
Her life was a constant struggle, a relentless dance with death. But Maya was more than just a survivor. She was a hunter, a builder, a cartographer, an artist, and a keeper of stories. She was the last spark of humanity in a world ruled by dinosaurs, and she would not let that spark be extinguished. She would survive. She would thrive. She would endure. And in doing so, she would become a legend, whispered on the wind, etched on the stone, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit in the face of unimaginable odds. The last child of a vanished tribe, writing her own story in the land of the dinosaurs.
- Pineapple11
Pls don’t copy me or I will report and this is the real story seriously 😐
Mint the dodo...oh how I messed up.. I'm so sorry Mint...(Read all to understand the whole thing)
She was my first tame, Mint, of yes i would NEVER EVER give her up ever for gigas, wyverns, no matter what level or it's strength. When Mints daughter hatched I had forgot to grab food so I grabbed som3 from her mother, Mint...I should have been careful and kept an eye on Mint herself... She died to make sure her daughter survived.
Mint we will all love, miss, cherish, and never forget your sacrifice for your daughter...1 up = someone who will love, miss and cherish Mint.
The adventures of jack part one
The awakening
One day a YouTuber named jack was making A video “ goodbye guys that is all for now and I’ll see you next time.” he said “now that that’s done I need to pick up my daughter from school” but on the way “crash!” He had crashed he heard an ambulance three medics them putting him in a ambulance hey “what’s your name” they said. “jack” he moaned they told him it’s going to be okay but their voices started to get muffled. then “where losing him” the beeping on his heartbeat monitor stopped the next thing he saw was a dodo pecking at his hand.
Chapter two coming out in the raptor tips