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Recently, I was attempting to tame a megalodon while riding my Ichthyosaurus (sorry I may have spelled that wrong). I was brutally attacked by a ton of them, and I was killed. So I brought my pack of raptors to the edge of the ocean (dumb idea, I know). They were relentlessly assaulted by a crap ton of mantas and ONE SURVIVED (also my ankylosaurus was killed). It was my least favorite of the pack. I will keep growing my army to eliminate all mantas.

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pack of raptors ruthlessly murdered by mantas

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The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)

Chapter 52: Bar Fight

Part 2/3

A guy with a tank top and beer stains all over his blue jeans let out a nasty burp, lunging forward at Warren’s head. Warren dived to the ground, and the weirdo went flying, smashing his head against the floor and letting out a cry of anguish. Warren spotted a broken beer bottle on the ground and snatched it up, his eyes darting around quickly. Three people were rushing at him from all sides, each one carrying a dangerous weapon.

“Take this you fiend!” the one to Warren’s left barked at him. He was carrying a stool and was wearing a green t-shirt and brown cargo pants. He put the stool up in the air and was about to smash Warren overhead, but as he smashed the stool down, Warren shot up into the air and kicked him in the stomach. He dropped the stool as a stream of spit flew out and hit the guy to Warren’s right, who let out a disgusted squeal, flailing his arms around wildly. Warren spun around and smashed the stool into the orange hooded man. The guy in front of him and a face as red as a tomato and wet black hair. Warren headbutted the man’s nose, causing blood to spill out onto the floor.

The three guys collapsed to the floor, leaving Warren slightly breathless. He noticed that most of the crowd was starting to flee the scene. Warren smirked at the sight.

Suddenly someone grabbed at his dress shirt, and Warren turned to see the bum. She let out a growl that sounded like a dinosaur, and began to spout some sort of gibberish at him. Warren squinted his eyes in confusion, pulling away from her. Warren poked at her eyes, and she let out a “YOUCH!” backing off and rubbing her eyes. She bumped her head on the wall, before finally facing her defeat.

Warren looked around the place and realized that the tattooed man had disappeared.

“Didn’t think some muscle monster like him would just flee,” Warren said. Just then, he heard the sound of a gun being reloaded, and footsteps approaching from behind.

“Uhh, Sam?”

No response.

Warren gulped. He could see a large shadow on the ground under the lightbulb creep up behind him.

“He’s right behind me isn’t he.”

“Hands up, bro,” a cruel voice snarled. It sure did sound like a tattooed man. Warren slowly put his hands up.

“Now, what’s your name, bro?”

“Warren. Warren Justice.”

“Warren Justice… Well, bro, I must say you’ve got quite the fighting spirit in you. Now, I need you to walk over there. To that table over there… and don’t even think about running. I went to the shooting range every weekend with my boy.”

Warren slowly walked forward to a table in the middle of the chaos. As he reached it, he heard the clack of a gun hitting the ground. Warren turned around to see that the tattooed man had dropped the gun to the ground. He was cracking his knuckles.

“Pleasure to meet you bro!” the man said, pointing at the ceiling, “Name’s Jack. BIG Jack. And I can sense your undying determination, bro. And your strength. I want to fight you fair and square, right here right now!”

Big Jack sighed, and then looked at Warren with a frown.

“I know your name isn’t really Warren. You fight too well to be a Warren. You MUST have a true name, like me, Big Jack. So tell me now. What’s your true name?”

“No need to drag this out. It’s Warren.”

“NO. That’s not your real name,” Big Jack declared. Warren facepalmed, deciding to play along.

“Fine. You got me. My true name…”

Warren readied into a fighting stance.

“Is The Judge!”

Big Jack let out a big laugh and got into a fighting stance.

“Well, JUDGE! Our battle will be legendary!”

Big Jack let out a battle cry and rushed at Warren. Warren rushed forward as well, and as Big Jack tried to punch at Warren, Warren quickly weaved out of the way. Warren jumped and spun in the air, aiming his legs to kick at Big Jack’s face. Big Jack’s eyes pierced Warren’s, and he grinned. Big Jack instantly turned and grabbed Warren’s leg.

Warren let out a gasp, and Big Jack pulled him forward by the leg and headbutt him right in the chin! Warren let out a groan, but quickly recovered and gave him an elbow to the cheek in retaliation. Big Jack let out a roar of rage, letting go of Warren. Warren backed off, clenching his other fist, he ran up and whacked him right in the face.

POW!

Big Jack let out a yell of shock, as he reached his hand out to rub his jaw.

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Riddles of the Phoenixes series

Through the eyes of the Dark phoenixes.

Chapter thirteen: Teeny tiny island.

Elizabeth and Eric sailed quietly until they hit the shore of the island. It was a extra tiny island with one lone tree growing in the middle. There was a hole underneath the tree. “There’s nothing here and nobody here.” Elizabeth said. Suddenly from the hole a bunch of titanomyrma emerged. They looked up at Elizabeth and Eric. “Hello humans! Welcome to Teeny Tiny Island where all your dreams come true!” One squeaked. Whether it was that they were going mad from the heat of the sun or if the titanomyrma had actually spoken, Eric and Elizabeth didn’t know. The titanomyrmas paraded around the humans, singing; “Teeny tiny island, Teeny tiny island where are your wishes come true! Teeny tiny island, Teeny tiny island!” Elizabeth bent down and scooped up a little one. “Awww! It’s so cute!” She said. All the titanomyrmas gasped and paused their singing. “Did you just call us cute?!?!?!” One shrieked. They narrowed their beady little black eyes at the humans. Eric chuckled nervously. “Well-um-um-yeah?” Eric said. The titanomyrmas squealed with rage. “GET THEM!!!” One yelled. The titanomyrmas rushed Eric and Elizabeth. “Run!” Eric screamed. Elizabeth hurled the titanomyrma she had been holding away. They rushed into the boat and began paddling as fast as they could away. Some of the titanomyrmas grabbed into the boat but were thrust away as the boat went fully into the water. “You’ll never get away with this!” One squealed from the shore. Elizabeth and Eric exchanged glances. “That was weird. Seriously? Where all your wishes come true?” Elizabeth remarked. “Yeah…more like where all your nightmares come true. I guess Jack isn’t on that island.” Eric said. “Ya think?” Elizabeth retorted. “We’ll just have to check the next island. It’s a lot bigger. And hopefully there’s no talking bugs on it.” Elizabeth nodded in agreement.

LOL, next chapter coming soon!

-SunnyFox57

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The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)

Chapter 52: Bar Fight

Part 3/3

“Heh, you’re good at this. But, now it’s time for me to show you why they call me BIG JACK!”

Big Jack reached for his shirt and tore it right off his body. His true form was revealed in all of its glory.

“Behold! GIGA JACK!”

Warren looked behind Giga Jack to see Sam slowly walking up to him with a taser. He pointed it at Giga Jack, and after pulling the trigger, two barbs shot out of the barrel and pierced his skin. He let out a yell, before collapsing to the ground, his arms numb.

“Alright buddy, show time’s over,” Sam said, taking her handcuffs out and slapping them on Giga Jack’s wrists. Giga Jack groaned some more, and then Sam pulled him up on his feet. Multiple police officers and paramedics began to rush into the scene. Civilians who had been incapacitated during the bar fight were taken out on stretchers. The scene was being cleared away.

Sam began to glare at Warren, crossing her arms and giving Warren a mean look. She had a bandaid on her face now.

“Why did it take you so long to clear out the situation?” Sam asked, spit flying out her mouth.

“Wha- What do you mean?” Warren gloomily said, his face dropping, “Are you saying you just left after a little while…”

“Uh, yeah, how else would I fix my face up? That damn alcoholic. So, where’s my thanks for saving your butt from ‘Giga Jack’?” Sam said with a playful smirk. Warren gave Sam a soft smile back.

“Thanks, Sam… But you know I saved you first.”

Sam scrunched her face up and turned away.

“Well uh, yeah, I guess, but uhm, that doesn’t matter!” Sam protested, “But, thanks, I guess!”

Sam began to hurriedly walk away.

“Uh, see you later!”

Sam turned around and Warren waved goodbye to her unknowingly. Warren smiled a little bit, but then his smile faded away. He looked at the chaos around him.

“Man, I could've really gone for a drink.”

Warren kicked a stool to the side and walked outside into the fresh city air. The cars weren’t honking as much anymore, and most of the lights in the city were beginning to turn off. Up in the sky, one star seemed to shine brighter than all the others, shining red, blue and green.

It was a pretty nice sight, but Warren had a weird feeling about this star.

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The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)

Chapter 52: Bar Fight

Part 1/3

As Warren’s car delved deeper downtown into the clutches of Star City, he saw the sun slowly dipping down over the horizon, casting rays of shades of red and orange all across the sky. Everything blended together like some sort of painting canvas.

It was a particularly busy day in Downtown Star City. Cars were honking at each other, and the roads were absolutely packed. Warren anxiously tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, spotting Sam’s police cruiser racing by the traffic. Cars swerved out of the way for the cruiser. Warren sighed.

“Would be pretty nice if I was with her,” Warren said. Warren shook his head in disbelief, “What did I just say?!”

It wasn’t long before they made it to a shabby looking bar. The sign posted on top was buzzing with promises for Happy Hours every Friday from 6:00 PM to 10:00 PM. Some of the lights didn’t seem to be working, and as Warren stepped outside his car he could hear the sounds of yelling, profanity, and glass smashing. Sam stepped outside her own car, her boots clacking across the pavement. Warren looked at Sam, who looked back at Warren.

“Quite the bar fight going on here, huh?” Sam said with a tone of sarcasm.

“Yeah. We just going to arrest everyone or what?” Warren said.

“‘We’? Psh, no, I will, but you’re staying back,” Sam answered, pointing over her shoulder.

“What? Why?”

“If harm comes your way, my boss won’t be so happy. And neither will yours, so don’t try anything fishy and just stay behind me.”

Sam reached for her holster and pulled out a handgun. Warren eyed it carefully.

“Hey you sure you’re allowed to use that-”

“I’m not actually going to shoot anyone, don’t worry.”

Warren sighed, and the two stepped into the bar. It reeked of alcohol and must. Despite being in such an exquisite, expensive city, Warren could recognize the smell of cheap, poorly made beer and contaminated wine.

“Someone probably got drunk and started going haywire,” Warren deduced. Broken wooden stools and shrapnel littered the bar, and he could see shards of glass on the ground. Warren reminded himself to watch his step.

But the big attraction was the crowd of people who were going at each other. Some lay unconscious on the ground, others were still brawling with one another. What stools remained were being thrown around, bottles were being smashed on others’ heads, and some just settled with their fists and legs.

One man caught Warren’s eyes though. A big, burly, bald man with big muscles and tattoos seemed to be really kicking everyone’s butts. One rushed at him, and he just slammed his giant fist into their nose, causing them to bounce back and collapse. A rabid homeless woman tried to bite his neck, and after she chomped, he let out a yelp of pain and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her right off and throwing her to the side.

Sam aimed her gun at the fight and screamed at the top of her lungs,

“FREEZE! ALL OF YOU, NOW!”

The crowd all turned to her in dismay and disbelief. The tattooed man was now in the middle of performing an Indian burn to a helpless bartender.

Warren heard loud footsteps approaching them from the back, and he turned around to see a random guy rushing right at them with his fist pinned in the air.

“Sam, watch out!”

Sam whipped around as fast as she could, but the man bounced forward and slammed his fist right into her jaw. Sam let out a cry of pain, firing the gun at the air before dropping it and collapsing to the ground. Warren stared at the man, his eyes boiling with anger.

The man turned to Warren with a smile.

“I saved you! Uh, why do you look so mad-”

Warren moved his arm back, and then afterwards gave him a slap to his face so powerful that his face began to jiggle like jelly. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he was launched away, tumbling like a ball to the tattooed man. The tattooed man looked down at the unconscious guy, and then at Warren.

The tattooed man let go of the bartender, and the bartender quickly ran away. The tattooed man pointed a crooked finger at Warren.

“GET HIM!”

“YAGHHHHH!” the crowd shouted as they began to rush at Warren.

Warren grimaced, and took his suit jacket off, throwing it to the floor. He readied his fists, and slammed his boot into the ground. Warren made a dash forward…

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The Obelisk

-Chapter 72-

It was the middle of the night. Forest lay awake on his ledge, as he’d been for a while now. He held the rune in his talons, caressing it lightly. He stared into its deep, glowing core.

“They tried to take it from him.”

“Build. Destroy. Save.”

“Kill.”

A bond.

A bond.

“Looking at it, staring at it.”

A sound from inside the cave startled Forest out of his thoughts. He snapped his head up to the noise, setting the rune behind him.

Forest spotted Nyx nearby, sitting up by her sleeping spot, blinking Forests’ way. “You’re awake too?”

“A lot of things going on,” Forest answered quietly.

“Yeah,” Nyx agreed, slipping acrossed the cave and over to Forest. “It’s not every day all your dreams and nightmares come true all at once.” The moonlight from outside stretched into the cave, illuminating the sleeping figures of Forests friends. Nyx scratched one claw along the floor, looking anxious. “If you’re mad at me,” she blurted, “like Crimson is— the reason I didn’t tell you about the rune—"

“Nyx, no, I— I’m not mad at you,” Forest said.

“It’s because I was scared,” Nyx said. “Of

y o u.”

Her voice fell to the tiniest of whispers. “Of that rune. The thing that haunted my dreams since I was a kit. That still haunts me. ever since I heard what happened to that Shadowmane. I may not have been there, but I heard the stories. And they scared me, they really did.” She took a small, trembling breath. “And when you picked that rune up, and then it hurt that Prince, and then it destroyed the stronghold—"

“Wait, destroyed the—”

“You haven’t realized?” Nyx asked him quietly.

Forest didn’t answer. He didn’t understand. It made no sense.

But it d i d, too.

The two stayed quiet for a few moments. “Guess you’re not planning on losing it anytime soon, huh?” She asked gently, sadly.

Forest exhaled, his thoughts blank for once. “I don’t know.”

“You’ve bonded with it pretty nicely,” Nyx observed.

Forest lowered his head. “…When I first found that rune, I guess I wanted it to… I don’t know, mean something. I thought it would be special, and that that would make… me special.” His voice faltered and he brought one talon up to his face, turning away to hide his expression. He sighed. “buuut it’s not. It’s just another reason that life itself is a curse. Yet here I am, so uh, yeah, I guess you’re right, I have bonded with it well.”

Nyx regarded Forest with her wonderful understanding eyes. about a minute passed, and she asked, “So, when did you find out about this prophecy?”

“Oh,” Forest said, a small smile sliding in. “it’s a funny story, actually.”

“Tell me,” Nyx whispered.

“Nah, I—”

“Tell me!” Nyx stood up and pushed at Forest with her front paws, making him laugh. “Shhh, fine, I’ll tell you,” he said. “it’s started when I found this dodo.”

“A dodo,” Nyx echoed with a side smile, raising one eyebrow.

“A dodo,” Forest repeated, stifling another laugh. “And, uh, I think it was trying to… talk to me?”

“A mystical magical dodo,” Nyx whispered teasingly.

“Yeah,” Forest giggled. “So I followed it… and it led me to this Baryonyx, trapped under some rocks. He was… pretty— pretty loud. I insisted that I help him, he was not so happy about that. He wouldn’t stop yelling at me. ‘No, don’t do this!’ I didn’t understand at the time. and then, when the Baryonyx was finally free, that’s when she came.”

“Peeri,” Nyx said.

“Um, yeah.” Forest answered.

“I always believed in her, you know.” Nyx said. “Everyone had heard of her, but barely anyone believed. Most everyone in the camp thought she was some evil creature, spreading lies and misfortune. I mean, there were even rumors that she was the one who killed the Fire Wyvern Queen all those years ago.”

“The Fire Wyv—” Forest asked—

“It’s a long story,” Nyx said. “Anyway, but I always thought, why would she do that? Why would someone with powers to see the future spend their days killing and manipulating carnivores? No, I knew, she had to be better than that.”

Forest thought about that for a moment. “When Peeri came to me, she seemed, like someone who wanted a better world.” He said. “And when we met, she told me I had to help save Fjordur. I— I couldn’t believe it. She then gave me three names. Rust, Crimson and Spark.”

Nyx blinked. “W—”

“She never told me your name. You were a complete surprise,” Forest said. “Cool huh? How things work out?”

Nyx nodded, looking away. “Right. Cool.”

“What is it?” Forest asked her.

“What? Oh, nothing.” She said. “just thinking.”

“Well, you have a good night then,” Forest said.

Nyx smiled kindly. “You too.” And she padded away.

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IT IS EVIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I REPEAT, EVIiiiiLLLL

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One day I was standing in shallow water and a group of mantas were circling me and killed me. They showed me to hated my guts. Do you guys won’t let you standing water for more than 20 seconds you better run

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Those things are water chihuahuas. Looks cute and innocent, but don’t get fooled. I did, and was so 🤏🏻 close so die

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Passive tame? Passive my ass.

They're anything but passive when they come up to you.

And don't forget to set your water mounts to neutral. Lost my Megalodon in less than 24 hours because one sneaked past my behemoth gate and slaughtered him on passive. Rip Zack. I named my megalodon that because I once had a Labrador retriever called Zack who would chomp like a shark when He ate.. [^] to let others know!!!

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Found a basilosaurus once being follow by two of these mad little pancakes I accidentally hit the basil and got swarmed by life 50 of the mad pancakes I screamed before they killed me they killed my level 100 meg they are like a swat team for the basil I started crying then my mum walked in and asked why I was crying I explained then she gave me the look

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