Однажды на пве забитом сервере я на аргенте несла 150 дедекуруса на базу для тамления, и пока я летела над болотом у меня вылетело. Спустя минуты три я зашла, я была почти живой а аргент в полудохлом состояния ебал тех кто пристал, а дедека ходила спокойно в сторонке. Чил гай (ну а потом всë спокойно, села на аргента, взяла дедеку, принесла, притамила и всë)
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Well, I managed to tame a level 12 with just raw meat, and leveled it up to level 20, now, it was time to test it’s skills. It managed to kill five Sarcos, two Rexes, one Allo, a Brontosaurus, and then died to a Theri.. I was just shocked. For vengeance I went back out and killed the Theri myself, luckily I bred him before that and got a level 15 out of it.
R.I.P JellyBean Death-Trap. ^^;
Bruh I got SO obsessed with these I became a breeder... next thing you know I've got a fortress under a waterfall next to the swamp wit 18 KAPROS just wandering my base, then someone came to raid me and the funniest thing happened, he shot ONE of them, then all 17 lunged so hard at him that HIS FRIKIN game CRASHED like, when u shoot my brethren the Kapros be like:
"NUNI????"
A true story that showed love, honor, and bravery
Just a while ago I had just tamed a Kapro, but this Kapro was like no other, I had named him Cracker, Cracker always stood by my side and saved me from dangerous threats attempting to slay Cracker, me and my other creatures...Cracker was very lonely and had no other friend other than me, The Spit Squad/My Dilos, and a few dodos so I got him a special friend... A Sarco!!! I named the sarco Butter. Cracker and Butter became great friends! We would go on hunts and kill raptors and bezubuffos, but one day Butter was stuck in between two terrain rocks which I can’t break, so me and Cracker when on without Butter to get meat,but just then a baryonx came out of the river and started attacking Cracker fought hard and killed the baryonx but sadly he perished in battle. I found his item bag but only his saddle was in there. I kept the saddle for rememberence of my best friend. I named many things after Cracker. Cracker lies in the grave to be remembered 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳~ Every one up is one respect ,love, and rememberance for Cracker
Before i tamed two female Kapros, they were both very good friends and were females i watched them hunt and decoded to tame them. They were so funny because they’d launch themselves in attempt to kill prey Slytherin and slamdunk bff’s.. Slytherin died today because of a therizino and it was a tough battle i feel horrible being there nearly killing us all. In memory of Slytherin a great fighter died December 7 2020.
One time I was playing gen 1 and was getting a bary. I trapped and tranqed it. Then a sarco came and started harassing me and has I was distracted a level145 kapro jumped me with all my stuff and I used a quest thing for protection and as I was also ranging it. He JUMPED AND NOCLIPED UNDER THE WORLD UNDER THE QUEST THING AND BACK APOVE IT TO EAT ME. And to add on to the problems. When he grabbed me him and me got launched into air then I died. So I went back with my only raptor (Victoria) and tried to get my really good stuff back. And want to know what was there? A level145 kapro. And a death bag ten feet in the air. And me Victoria and 15other me body’s all laid under the stary canopy and the flying bag was no more…
R.I.P Victoria the raptor and the bary I didn’t tame
(It despawned or something)
Ark make gen 1 Easier
The Obelisk
I’m so sorry guys! It took me several days to figure out exactly how I’m going to write this chapter, and trust me, it was a very tough script to go through. But it’s here now!
-Chapter 61- (*More Among Us music*)
The young Carnotaur fell back, crashing into the dirt with a thud.
“NEVER talk back to me!!” His father bellowed. He turned to leave, looking furious.
Panting, the small gray-green juvenile lay his head back onto the ground. His body ached from the blow and his tail looked bruised. He sighed and decided it’d be best to just rest there for a minute. Maybe an hour.
“Basil?”
The young Carnotaur opened one eye. His little sister stood beside him, blinking large green eyes his way. “Are you OK?”
“Yep,” Basil said, lifting his head to look at her.
“Why did Dad kick you?”
“Oh,” Basil glanced behind her to see the clay-brown shape of their father in the distance. “Just a little mad at me, that’s all.”
“You said that last time,” His sister mused, her tail waving like it always did when she was deep in thought. Basil admired her intelligent, daring personality. He loved his sister. Little Spark had so much potential.
Basil nudged her comfortingly with his head. “I’m not Fathers favorite carnivore,” he explained to her softly. “Or Mothers, for that matter.”
Basil and Spark had lived here their whole lives, and some humans Ruins. It was located just south of the Broken Meadows, it’s view overlooking the forest and beach beyond. It was a rather benign place for a group of Carnotaurs to live, but at least it was safe.
Basil struggled to a sitting position and glanced up at the sky. Streaks of purple and dark blue faded into sight as the sun sunk below the oceans horizon, letting it’s bright reign end for the day.
Stars twinkled into view as the sky darkened. Spark turned and gazed at the night sky with him.
“Brother,” she whispered after a moment,“remember that prey I caught yesterday?”
“Yes,” Basil said. It had been Sparks first kill. Basil had never been so proud, and Sparks expression of pure happiness was something he’d never forget.
“After I killed it…” Spark whispered softly,“where did it go?”
“What?” Basil didn’t understand.
“Like… when they die. Where do they go?”
Basil struggled to think of an answer. “I don’t know.” He said finally.
Spark ducked her head. “Alright.”
“I’m sorry Spark. I really just—hadn’t thought of that before.” He nuzzled Sparks neck with the top of his snout. “But… if they do go somewhere… I bet it’s really great.”
Spark didn’t answer. She just stared at the flashing stars, her eyes sparkling, and they sat like that for the rest of the night.
***
Four weeks later…
Things didn’t get any better for Basil at the ruins. Father was always fighting him, insulting him or insisting to Mother (at moonhigh, when they thought Basil was asleep) that they get rid of him.
Mother never did the things Father did to Basil. She was much smarter than Father and, although they agreed on almost everything, she persisted that their offspring be kept alive.
Despite her intelligence, Mother was careless. She never spoke or paid any attention to her son and daughter. Apparently, she also despised other species. She was the kind of carnivore that wished Carnotaurs would just take over Fjordur and kill everyone else.
Spark told Basil that Mother and Father may not be the best, but they were still their parents and they should love them. Basil never knew what to say.
Half the time he wished he could just lay down and never wake up again. But he had to stay alive, For Sparks sake. His tiny little sister was turning 1 next week, and she still had so much to learn. Basil vowed he’d take care of her until she could take care of herself.
Spark kept him going through the misery even when he didn’t know it. She needed him, and he needed her.
Basil opens his eyes.
The sun had not yet risen. The scent of fresh morning dew clung to the air around him. He rose to his feet, yawning with a quiet roar. His eyes scanned the Ruins.
Then he realized Mother and Father weren’t there.
Basil took a few steps forward, looking around ever corner of fallen, mossy stone ruins. He sprinted around the willow tree and went to the edge of the cliff, scanning the forest and beach below him. There was no sign of them.
T h a t’ s what mother and father were planning last night, Basil thought.
He heard tiny footsteps behind him, but did not turn. Spark looked up at him, then down to the terrain below. “Where Mom and Dad?”
Basil was still staring out at the crashing waves on the sandy beach far, far away.
They left. Their own parents left them to survive on their own.
A tiny smile appeared at the sides of his mouth. “They’re gone, Spark.”
He’d never been so thrilled.
I was taming a Dimetrodon to be put to use as an incubator. I was with my level 70 Spinosaurus (its name is Sailsaurus because it has the massive sail on its back and I thought it would be a cool name). Suddenly, a Kaprosuchus leaps out of nowhere at me. It grabbed me and started running off with me in its mouth. Luckily, Sailsaurus was on neutral and killed the Kaprosuchus, saving my life. Unluckily, in Sailsaurus’ mad frenzy to kill the Kaprosuchus, it also killed the Dimetrodon that was being tamed right there. RIP Mini Sailsaurus. One up is one F for Mini Sailsaurus because of the stupid Kaprosuchus.
The Swamp- chapter 2
When Nox got back to his home under a small overhanging rock, everyone glared at him.
Well, both of them. Roughtooth and Roughtooth’s friend Pouncer.
“What’s the matter?” Asked Nox, flinging his kill at them.
“Wimp.” Muttered Roughtooth.
“Hey, I got two humans.” Said Nox innocently.
“Yeah, but they’re just humans. Hairless gigantopithecuses.”
Roughtooth looked concerned. About what? The snakes and the frogs and the bears- well, they hadn’t come near the kapro’s territory in months.
“The mauling birds got Cutter.”
The birds! Those bipedal menaces usually kept hidden in the redwoods. But every now and then...
“If you had been there, we would’ve fought them off. But you were galavanting around the swamp chasing monkeys!”
Nox was stunned. It wasn’t his fault. It really wasn’t!
But the birds had taken too much from Nox. Cutter was his closest friend.
It was time to fight back.
The Swamp- Chapter 3
Everyone knew what happened to those who ventured too deep into the redwoods. There were birds and bears and who know what else. Going in would be a death sentence. Coming out would be a miracle.
But as more humans built their bases in the swamps, Nox and the other Kapros had been forced back. Now, they were at almost constant odds with the birds and even their human riders.
Roughtooth snarled. “The humans made those birds take Cutter.”
“Well, we don’t know that for sure.” Pouncer replied.
“Those birds has saddled but no riders. They must’ve been tame.”
The tall trees hid more secrets than they could have expected. Archaeopteryx glided in the canopy. Gallimimus ran amok. And big horned dinosaurs bullied them all.
The birds were nowhere to be seen. But Nox could have sworn he saw a beak flash by in the bushes.
A growl sounded from behind. Nox turned around to see a large mammal barging towards them. The Thylo was right upon them when...
