Real men kill their tribe mates and use their bodies to tame it

Story time: Soooo. The amount of my stupidity is INSANELY HIGH while playing Ark. One night in Fjordur I was flying on my Griffin named, "Golden-Hour" (don't worry abt the name) Anyways, I jumped off Golden-Hour an landed on a cliff with my Fjordur hawk, "Silver-Wing" I whistled for Golden-Hour to follow me and he landed in front of me near the cliff. I thought I could make it BUT I missed and fell off the cliff and died. When I respawned Silver-Wing ce back to me without my stuff. I tried to find my stuff and Golden-Hour but they're still lost.

This is a similar story to Daniel the Thyla (I recommend reading the story) And one day I hope to find Golden-Hour again.

- UrLocalDuck

Tame it and fly with and play with it

They will bring back anything you have lost.

Except the will to live. (only choccy milk and adderall soothes the pain😔✊)

Swear to god, I’m going to end up killing so many of them that are named “Tony Hawk”

Me finding out that the Fjordhawk can be useful for metal runs: YEAH BOIIIIIII

Fjordhawk limited weight: allow us to introduce ourselves

Me:goes to wyvern trench not scared

He dies

Noooooooooooooooo

"Mom, can we have argy?"

"No, we have argy at home"

Argy at home:

This is what happens if a pego and argy had a baby