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Chapter 1: The Footpaw (Part 2)
I repeated those exact words in my head. Okay, berries. All I needed were some berries. The sky grew darker every second, so I needed to act quickly. I looked around to see if maybe there were some berry-bearing bushes that I could just gather the fruit from without having to leave the camp. There was, unfortunately, nothing but trees. This other human must have cleared the bushes out already, so I needed to venture inland. I took a deep breath. My heart was racing. To say the least, I was scared. I was scared because I then knew that there were in fact other unknown dangers of the island. The man told me if I saw something to run back to the camp. Though what if something saw me? Something I didn’t see. Something I LIKELY wouldn’t see, since it was growing dark. It was growing dark FAST. But I needed the berries, and this man was likely thinking I was some kind of ret**d, just standing there in thought. I needed to stop. Stop being scared. Man up. What would your momma think if she found out you were scared of the dark? She’d say, “I know I didn’t raise no b***h.”
I couldn’t disappoint her. If I died and she came to greet me at the gates of heaven, I wouldn’t be able to face her knowing I pershished like a coward. Perished AS a coward. I miss you, mom. I stopped trying to convince myself it was a bad idea. I flipped my satchel over and poured the stones onto a pile on the ground. The plan was simple; I go inland a bit, gather any berries I see until the satchel is full, and come back. If I see or even hear anything, I run back, and pray that whatever the thing may be can't run faster than me. I also wouldn’t go down without a fight, if the thing in question did manage to catch me. Again, I had no idea what kinds of “things” I should be looking out for. I’ve heard of Dodo birds. They went extinct a long time ago, though not exactly sure when. I remember what I was thinking at that time, as I prepared myself to head inland. Was it possible that this island could be filled with extinct creatures?
I remember how badly I hoped that it wasn’t dinosaurs. Now? Now I laugh at that pathetic thought, teeming with falsehood. At the time, I didn’t know. Dinosaurs? Living dinosaurs? On the same plane of existence as me? I expunged that possibility from my head for some unidentified and honestly quite stupid reason before venturing inland. Stupid, because I didn't seem to recall the fact that if Dodo birds, creatures that went extinct a very long time ago, were here on this island, then it was likely that OTHER extinct creatures awaited me too. And that includes, you guessed it, dinosaurs. Thankfully, I swiftly gathered up my courage, and began to hunt for berries after convincing myself there weren’t dinosaurs on this island with me. Oh, how wrong I was.
A few minutes later, and I had no idea why I was scared. The task was extremely underwhelming. I only had to travel about 6 meters before I found a plethora of vegetation. I could still see the flames from the campfire clearly, so evidently I didn’t have to travel far at all. And of course, the vegetation aforementioned presented a rainbow of berries. I was able to fill the satchel before I even saw the moon. That’s not saying the moon didn’t rise though, the trees blocked most of my view of the starry night sky. Actually, that statement about not seeing the moon was completely useless in that case. Luckily, I was able to get back to the camp scot-free before it got too dark, where instead of not being able to see most of the sky, I wouldn’t be able to see anything. Except for the fire. As I said, I barely had to travel far at all. Honestly, I made the berry picking a WAY bigger deal than needed.
Thankfully this wasn’t a common thing I do. I’m usually not an overthinker, and my guess is that it was the stress of being in this unfamiliar environment that caused me to overthink picking f**king berries in the first place. I felt stupid, but realized that all this happened in my head, and, from what I knew, the only other possible person able to judge me wasn't a mind reader. Or at least I hoped. He was sitting by the fire, rotating the stick with the birds, making sure they got evenly cooked on all sides. He must have heard me approaching, because before I had said anything he told me to put the berry satchel next to the wooden crate. I did so, then went back over to sit next to the man, but 5 feet apart ‘cause we're not gay.
"So, you never told me your name," I told him upon sitting down.
"You never asked."
I paused for a moment. He was right, however I couldn't give him too much credit, because if he was from the same earth as me, then introductions weren't usually out of the question. I remained silent, waiting for him to say anything else. He didn't. He really wanted me to ask, huh? Nonetheless, curiosity overtook me, so I eventually DID ask.
"The name's Vendetta. You?" He answered. Yet again, I stopped to process this man's words. Who in their right mind would name their kid "Vendetta?” Strange.
"My name is Ryan, nice to meet you!" I told him with friendliness in my voice.
"No it isn't." He responded almost instantly. I was taken aback. Did I do something wrong? Obviously, that was a bit rude, and not to sound sensitive, but that kinda hurt my feelings. I looked to the ground, feeling a bit sad, but mostly confused. What had I done to make our interaction an unpleasant one? He must have noticed how I took it, and spoke again.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it wasn't nice to meet you, I meant that your name isn't Ryan."
The small bit of sadness I had quickly disappeared, but the confusion grew. How was Ryan not my name? Last I checked, that was what was written on the birth certificate. I looked at him with an insanely puzzled expression on my face. He turned to face me, and after observing my face, countered MY puzzled expression with a puzzled expression of his OWN. This "Vendetta" guy was obviously VERY good at reading people, and being aware of things before they happen. Why? Because once again, he was able to answer a question I had before I even asked it.
"In this place, we don't use our real names. The Overseer doesn't like that. Instead we go by codenames, given to us by said Overseer. My earth name is Casey, but here, I'm Vendetta. I'm unsure whether the codenames hold meaning to them, or if they were chosen just because."
He paused for a second, and chuckled.
"I'm not complaining though, I think Vendetta is a pretty badass name. Much better than Casey," he said. "What do you think?"
"Honestly, I think both names are pretty badass. I'd much rather have my name be Casey than Ryan. Never personally knew anyone with that name,there’s just something about that name that appeals to me," I told him, then followed it up by a small chuckle of my own. One of my major flaws that has always been and still remains present even now is that I tend to ramble a lot on things that don't really matter. Though, I suppose that's what rambling is, I guess.
“So, what codename has the Overseer gifted you?” he asked me.
“That I’m unsure of. How do I find out?”
“You know that crystal in your arm? Swipe upwards on it with two fingers.”
I looked at the implanted crystal in my arm. I felt a lump in my throat, and proceeded to swipe. Upon doing so, I felt it vibrate, which hurt slightly. It vibrated, then projected an image facing me out of it. It was a hologram of some sort, which reminded me of Star Wars. In the image was a picture of me, along with a lot more info that I glanced over. Truth be told, that information isn't necessarily IMPORTANT, so skipping over it was no big deal. I skimmed the holographic image until I found what I was looking for.
“According to this, my name is Era? Wait no, it says something else. Apparently my name is Eradicator?”
“An equally badass name. I like it!” Vendetta exclaimed.
I couldn't help but let a smile form upon my face. I thanked him, and was about to ask him how to get rid of the hologram. I decided however, that I would use my brain for once and actually figure something out myself. Using logic, it was only reasonable to assume if I had to swipe upward to project the image, then swiping downward would get rid of it. I placed my middle and index finger on the top of the crystal, and swiped down. It vibrated painfully once more, but my assumption was correct. An equal trade off, in my eyes. We sat there in silence, until Vendetta eventually stopped spinning the stick. He dulled the fire, and stood up. I continued to sit there while he walked over to the wooden crate and reached inside, rummaging around. Soon after he pulled out what looked to be a mortar and pestle. He held them in his left hand, and grabbed the berry satchel in his right. As he walked back to me, he asked,“You a good cook?”
I nodded, I had taken Culinary arts classes for a good long while. I had determined when I was young, and growing up, that I wanted to be a chef. I pursued that dream, only to have life beat me down with a stick. Instead, I worked a crappy desk job in which every day I wanted to murder someone. Or I did. The upside to this island? My only responsibility is to survive. No more no less. That means thankfully, no Gerald. Hate that dude. Definitely a top contender for the title: “Worst Boss Ever.”
That aside, Vendetta placed the mortar and pestle in between us, and sorted through the berries, picking out the red and white ones. After separating all the red and white berries from the rest, he began to place some of them in the mortar, however not all of them could fit. He stood up again.
“I need to go grab some water, while I do that, can you mash up the tintoberries and stimberries for me?” he asked politely.
“Excuse me?”
“The red and white ones.”
“Oh, sorry. Yeah, I can do that.”
“Thanks, I’ll only be a bit, but just in case, if I die, everything here is yours. Until then though, don’t touch my stuff. Got it?”
“Yep.”
With that, he walked over to the crate, and pulled out what I first assumed was another satchel, but later found out was a hide waterskin. He snatched his spear and disappeared into the woods, going in the direction we came to the camp from. I began to mash the two berries together, which was quite a hard task. The tintoberries were like those cherry tomatoes, but the stimberries, the white ones, had a hard shell. A shell that was surprisingly hard to crack. Nonetheless, I mashed them all until they mixed together and formed a paste. It had the consistency of tomato sauce, just without the chunks of vegetables. Since the tintoberries heavily reminded me of cherry tomatoes, I plopped one that I had saved into my mouth. It didn’t taste nor have the texture of a cherry tomato, but was still delicious. It tasted most like a grape, but more sweet. Curiosity then arose, and I decided to taste some more berries. The yellow ones were the only other tasteful ones, they looked AND tasted like ACTUAL blueberries, minus the color. The purple ones barely scratched okay. They had a bitter aftertaste that ruined their small bit of sweetness. The black one, which I only ate a single one of, tasted like spoiled wine. Definitely the worst tasting one.
The only berry I hadn’t tasted were the stimberries, which I didn’t mind not tasting. Afterall, Vendetta had said they were incredibly bitter, and judging by their hard shell and chalky-looking insides, tasted horrible. After making the paste, I waited. I had no idea what this paste was for, but I wasn’t going to question it. I sat there, staring into the fire while I awaited Vendetta’s return, it didn’t take too long for that. He returned and glanced down at the mortar, and proceeded to then pour some of the water in the waterskin into the mortar. He set the waterskin aside, and grabbed a handful of the yellow berries, tossing them into the mortar.
“Mix them together, please,” he said. No response needed. I began mixing some more, until the mixture was a faint yellow color with the consistency drastically changed from paste-like to a liquid. Vendetta looked at my work, and tossed a smaller handful of more yellow berries.
“I have to go take a leak, just continue mixing amarberries into the mixture until it's a bright shade of yellow. Please,” he requested once again. I gave him an understanding nod, and continued my mixing. The mortar was almost overflowing with the liquid by the time I had the desired color, as well as by the time Vendetta returned. He looked down, sat himself down, picked the mortar up, and poured some down into his mouth. He smacked his lips. “Tastes wonderful,” he said, then offered me the juice. I took a sip, and was amazed. This juice was so sweet. I recalled the feeling when I first tried the blue berries, the way they exploded in flavor. This juice was so much better. I took another big sip. I couldn't help myself.
“Save some for me,” he chuckled. I lowered the mortar and wiped some of the juice from my lip. It was only then, after I sipped the berry juice, that I realized how thirsty I was. I didn’t want to be greedy, so I managed to suppress the thirst, much easier than the hunger. Then finally, after quite a while, he removed the Dodos from the fire, and placed them side by side on the ground, in between us to the right of the mortar, already halfway empty. He went back to the crate, and pulled out a crude stone hatchet, obviously crafted by hand. Who knew stone could be made so sharp? He was able to chop the three Dodo’s heads clean off with a single strike for each one. Then came the feathers. We had to hand pluck every feather from all three Dodos. The task was tedious, especially since most of the feathers had burned, making them way harder to grab. I then realized, after staring at the Dodo’s skin, that we should have plucked the feathers BEFORE cooking them. I explained this to Vendetta, and all he could say to that was, “Oops.”
I knew that wasn’t the end of the Dodo prep, because from previous personal experience, I knew we were going to have to gut the creatures. I cringed when I realized this. I didn’t want to admit, but I’ve always been a bit squeamish. Not to the point where I faint at the sight of a drop of blood, but reaching my hand inside a dead animal to rip out its organs is a line I was not willing to cross.
“We don’t have to gut the creatures, if that’s what you’re squirming at. We can just eat them like this, just be careful of the bones,” Vendetta explained, once more seeming to have read my mind.
“Say no more,” I said and picked up a Dodo. I bit into its flesh, ripping off a chunk of the skin with my mouth. I chewed it. Tasted awful. But I was too hungry to stop myself. I bit off another piece, then another, until all the skin was pretty much gone. I looked up at Vendetta, sitting across from me, staring at me with a concerned look as he lightly chewed a single piece.
“Hungry?” he asked.
“Like you wouldn’t believe,” I replied as I took another sip of the berry juice to wash down the putrid taste of the Dodo meat, leaving the rest for Vendetta. I was still incredibly thirsty though, and found myself licking my lips as I watched Vendetta slurp down the rest of the tasteful berry juice.
“How does it work?” I asked. Vendetta looked at me, puzzled. “The juice, I mean. How does it go from a paste to a liquid with just a couple of berries and water?”
“Remember when I said stimberries dehydrate you? I’m not entirely sure, but I think it has something to do with the way their chalky insides absorb water. The tintoberries and amarberries only serve the purpose of adding taste, as well as some extra nutrients.”
“I see. By the way, are you gonna use that extra water?”
“I was planning on saving it, but you can drink it if you’d like. I can always get more in the morning.”
I thanked him and grabbed the half-full waterskin. I opened the flap, which acted like a funnel, and viciously consumed every drop of water. It sprinkled all throughout my insides, extinguishing the flames that dried up my stomach.
“Fun fact about this island,” Vendetta began. “The sea water is perfectly safe to drink. No filtration or boiling required. That is, if you’re okay with knowing you drink the same water that the aquatic creatures go to the bathroom in.”
If I had any water in my mouth, I’d have spit it out. It didn’t occur to me to question where he got the water from. In the end, it didn’t matter. It hydrated me. It kept me alive. Being alive was key. No complaining allowed.
“I’m gonna try to get some sleep, I’m dreadfully tired,” Vendetta told me.
“I’ll stay up a bit, that okay?”
“Yeah, if that's the case, I want to give you something.’’
Vendetta went over to his storage crate and pulled out a book. He walked over and handed it to me. I looked at the cover. It was a brown leather cover with the name “Helena Walker” inscribed into it. Nothing else. It was tied closed with a rope.
“This is a dossier I found while exploring. It details presumably all the creatures on this island. It’ll not only give you something to do, but also inform you of the wildlife, something critical to your survival. I’ve read through every page countless times, memorized almost every word. It’s yours now.”
I was shocked? Stunned? Flabbergasted? I was in disbelief, mostly. Through this disbelief, I was luckily able to muster a thank you.
“Tomorrow we’ll get you set up. Get some clothes and supplies, sound good?”
I gave an enthusiastic “Yup!” and frantically untied the rope binding the pages shut. He gave a warm smile and stepped into the tent, nestling up in his makeshift sleeping bag. I opened the book and skimmed through it. My wish, my hope that it wasn’t true, was crushed. I took one look at the T-Rex, and felt a shiver down my spine. I scanned through the dossier some more. DInosaurs, and many other creatures I’d never heard of before filled this island. This is what I was pitted against? Not only being practically alone in the wilderness, but there were dangerous creatures potentially lurking around every corner? I took a second, third, and fourth glance at the many creatures, and one thing became perfectly clear to me; I was no longer on earth. My only goal wass survival. Not normal survival, either. This was going to be survival evolved. (I know, poor line delivery. Deal with it.)
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.