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.
Surviving pt 2, i woke up and walked out of the house. Shadowking followed. I heard some noise on the other side of the rock, and, of course, went to find out what it was. A dilo jumped at me. I stabbed my spear on its frills, and killed it. I heard some stomping. I went over. I saw a rex. I went over. I poked the rex. Someone ran over and yelled at me. I glared at him. Shadowking went over and skwaked at him. He
Asked if i wanted to join his tribe. I said yes. He left. Later, he came back and gave me an argentavis and a saddle. I wnent to that base. It was metal and had at least 50 people running around in it. Ok....... meh. I went a put shadowking in a dodo pen and went to go tame a raptor for land mount. Until next time, btw, im probaly goning to finish this in on part 3 so i will finish it today, on part 3, then i will start the compy tales on new year. HAPPY THANKSGIVING-STG
So i was breeding dodos like normal in ark mobile. Then i got triplets! I then claimed them. However a few days after i got them. I was somber as my biggest male dodo vanished. I then tried to re create my dodo but it was cursed with low size males and females alike. Then i found my prized male dodo wandering in the outskirts of my base. I was overjoyed and then i went on to breed a super 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 😐
The Reckoning -
A man awoke. He felt as if this was a dream, but he had already been in one. Blackness. Coldness. Emptiness. “You,” a deep, guttural voice cried out from the dark. “You, are a fool.” The man looked around for the source, but still nothing appeared. “You think you know this place. You think you have CONQUERED this place. You think your massive beasts and unnatural machines make you powerful. You think that you have ANY POWER!” The man lurched and grasped his eardrums. “No.” Suddenly the man started to see vague outlines in the darkness. “I, and what gives you power. I fuel your nightmare beasts, I give your instruments of death shape and comfort, your creatures the ability to be rode. But not. a. modicum. Of. RESPECT” the last word echoed loudly across the plane of blacknes, shaking what little the man could see. “Now, LOOK AT ME. I, AM A MONUMENT. TO ALL! YOUR! SINS!” A red light filled the void and the man saw what was tormenting him. Millions of dead dodo birds, unceremoniously scattered and piled everywhere. Hacked to bits, burned, bite marks on their bodies, everywhere. He saw ghostly impressions, of him, his creatures, his machines, killing phantom dodos as they fell into the bodies of the solid ones. He heard massive footsteps behind him and turned to meet a massive dodo bird, 3 times taller than Whitesky Peak, with massive, glowing red eyes staring down at the man. “Now, you will receive what you have given.”
There is a reference to Conan the barbarian in ARK mobile when you check the description for the Giga statue, it reads: "This massive obsidian statue will strike fear into the hearts of your enemies, see them driven before you, and you will hear the lamentations of their Dodos."
So one I was taking out my dodo army to kill all dilos in my base then I decided to attack a bunch of salmon AND THEY WERE PISSED as I watched my dodo army clash with the salmon school MY DODOS WERE GETTING ABSOLUTELY PUMMELED AND WERE BLEEDING BECAUSE OF THE SALMON but none were dying even though I saw one of my dodos GETTING ABSOLUTELY LAUCHED ACROSS THE RIVER WE WERE WINNING THE SALMONS WERE GETTING RIPPED APART AND TURNING INTO SUSHI in the end we emerged victorius and the dodos were able to fly again
Dodo bros chapter 1 ahhh a human! Run! Punch punch punch bleeeeegh oh no dodo 543 died run humans!
summon the leader Dodorex! Dooo dooo nom yay the dodorex done it again thank you dooo dooo attack! Oh man raptors! Run! For your life! Ahh I got little feet reee no dodo 786 was killed by a raptor reeee! Run! Nooo the raptors killed the dodorex! Dooooooo I gotta hide! And fast! Reeee huff huff huff I’ll sleep here.