I hate this thing with every fiber of my being. I don't think it's possible to hate something more than I hate these infuriating little nuisances. My burning hatred is more intense than a thousand suns, and I wish every conceivable bad thing that could possibly happen to this thing, to happen to them. I hope that they forget to turn the brightness down on their dino phone screens and blind themselves in the middle of the night when they are just trying to check the time. I hope that every day they step on the SHARPEST lego piece available, then stub their pinky toe while they are trying to recover, and I hope that on top of all of that that they will never be able to find their left shoes. Only the left shoes.
I wish these things would go back to being extinct and this time I hope it hurts.
I had a Micro. Her name was Floof. She was epic. Tamed her while taming a Bronto. Been with me ever since. But one day...
Went into the Snow Cave (The Island). Searchin’ for the Artifact. Too many Direwolves. Too many Yetis. Tooooooooo many Sabertooth Tigers!! Got killed. Yeah. Got killed. Ooh! Got killed. Got my stuff back, but Floof was dead, should’ve been smarter, but instead I was a clown. Now I messed up, and Floof was gone, but that wasn’t the end, yeah! So I got a new Micro, I got one quick, named him Floof 2, I appreciate if you read this story, it took lots of time! Thank you for the upvötes, it’s been a lot of fun. Yeah. Floof 2. I appreciate you!!!
Them micro raptor wings are great eating! Once you harvest it, dip it in an savoroot-amarberry batter in the cooking pot. Sprinkle some stimulant on it to replicate the absolute drop kicking anger these chickens got and BAM! The best wings on the ark!