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.
Once i was trying to take down and tame this carno in my taming raft (i had my dodo with me the trips get lonely), the taming was a success but however i got bitten in the process (duh) and this little guy ran towards it attempting to attack a freaking carno, a dodo is the real “man’s best friend”.
Well I’ll tell you about some of my dudes (dodos and maschops) so I was walking around collecting so supplies and a dilofosaurus ( sorry I spell things wrong) comes out of nowhere and I run it didn’t chase me and when I came back to see if it was gone it was attacking my dinosaurs and I attacked it and it killed me (I’m a noob) so I went back and I ran to my body and I got all my stuff. The guy that attacked us was gone and I looked around. I found nothing. Then I saw an unconscious turtle (I can’t spell the dinosaurs names) and I went towards it and I saw a one of my dodos so I went over to him and he was dead. His name was fox.. I never found the others....it was very sad because it didn’t say fox died and when I saw him.... well thank you for reading ;)
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 😐
>The islands<
Chapter 1
Waking out of nowhere not remembering what happened yesterday, pecking my body, was a dodo ‘what happened? Why am I here? What is this place? How did I get here?’ I asked myself some questions. ‘What is this on my arm? It’s orange and sure seems very itchy but, it won’t hurt to just itch it.’ I thought again. The dodo pecked my foot. “Ow!” I cried in pain. ‘What happened to my armor!? Why is it gone!?’ I got up off the sand. Water touching my legs, sand heating my feet up. I see the dodo running just in case I try to fight him. “No! Don’t run! You’ll be ok with me!” The dodo was already gone. I searched everywhere for the teal and black headed dodo. “Found you!” I gathered berries and dropped them by its side. It’s wings wiggled a bit and it grabbed a berry and started chewing the berry. “Im going to name you…Neon.” For now on my dodo is called neon. I gathered wood, thatch, and stone to make some items. I made a campfire, a stone pick axe, stone hatchet, and a couple of stone arrows. “Few, now all I need is a bow.” I said talking to neon. My stomach growled. “But first, I need something to eat. I saw some paras nearby. Let’s kill them for meat ok neon?” Neon didn’t care what I did he just wanted me safe. I started making a bow. “Finally, I made a bow. Now we can kill the paras for meat.” I started shooting the para for meat. The para was quick. “You are quick but not quicker then me!” I yelled. I shot the para one more time and it finally died. I harvested its meat and started making a cooking pot near the fire I made. I cooked the meat and started eating. I now have a level up! I leveled me and neon up. I was now level 2 and now he was level 42. I heard big stomps heading towards me. “Oh no..that’s a…” I couldn’t guess. Neon spoke in my mind ‘Rex…’ i was surprised that I could hear neon in my mind. ‘I guess we’re so attached to each other that we can hear each other.’ I thought.
Chapter 2 out tomorrow.
-SpecialRaptor
The survivor
(Chapter 3)
“Anyway before we lea-“ Chloe was interrupted “what do u mean leave this is ur house right?” Max said “This is not my house” Chloe said “then where is ur house” max said. Chloe had watery eyes “home is gone” she said with a cracky voice “what happened to your home?” Max replied. “Ever since the raid of the dilos, my parents and me were deep asleep, BOOM! I heard a sound and I woke up” She stopped to take a breath from talking “MOMMY! DADDY? I rushed to their room to see a river of blood, screaming, and dead bodies, my parents had told me if a raid comes hide in the underground basement, then they come to me with water jugs and cans” she stopped to take a deep breath and wipe her tears “but they died before they could, the next morning I grabbed a duffel bag and stuffed as much water jugs and mango cans, then I adventured out, as soon as the food was finished, I went to abandoned houses looking for food and more jugs to carry water, today this is the 27th one, I ran out of food after I gave you those-“ interrupted once again “frooty booties..” Chloe cried for a little bit “now let’s move out to the next cabin, I’m starving”
Chapter 4 (21 may
The Dodo uprising - chapter 2
Jerald looked up at the sky. The only thing not hidden from him. He had heard of grass, but never had seen it. Only the farmers and hunters saw such things. Suddenly, he was being yanked to his feet by a soldier. "EVERYONE, EVACUATE THE PERIMETER! THIS AREA IS NOT SAFE, I REPEAT, THIS-" the soldier screamed as a massive bird pinned him on the ground and started to eat him alive. Jerald ran and the oversized chicken turned to look at him, letting out an indescribable blood-curdling noise that permanently scarred him. innocent civilians around him were attacked. He spotted a car and picked up a stone, throwing it at the window and climbing in, ignoring the intense sharp pain from the glass. A bird walked to one side of the car, and another on the other side. They both saw him and were ready to attack. Jerald hastily climbed into the back of the car as the birds tried to get inside. With all hope lost, Jerald closed his eyes as the evil creatures prepared to kill him like they had with so many others. A gunshot sounded and Jerald looked up to see soldiers with assault rifles all shooting at the birds. "Hurry! Before more Dodos come!" Someone yelled as Jerald climbed out of the car, his body still trembling. "You're damn lucky we showed up before they ate ya'. Can you shoot?" the same person asked, picking up a spare gun. "No. Uh- how do I use a gun?" Jerald said quietly, still shocked from the Dodo attack. "Pull the trigger and hope to God it don't get jammed. That's all you need to know. If you're a bad shot, well, at least you will've tried. Don't expect to live though." The soldier finished, handing over an assault rifle with surprisingly little hesitation.
They climbed onto trucks and sped off through the city. Everything was on fire and in ruins. Jerald watched in horror as people just like him were attacked and killed. He shot at the birds, but it seemed as if there were infinitely many of them. They just kept coming...