Along with a dodo named Bob. Along with a lystro named Bob. Owned by a Beach Bob named Bob. After taming a turtle named Bob, i let my moschops gather. A raptor came, so i whistled attack on the raptor. My moschops ran and swam into the ocean. I tried swimming after it, but piranhas killed me. The moschops Bob ran into cnidaria and died. Do not whistle attack while a moschops is near.

Looking for an equasi had the rock carrots ready but, something caught my eye. A strangely pink blurr in the corner of my eye swooping down to my base. I decided to follow it, and something has come up dilos attacking, paras fighting, and my lystro and my Moschops: walnut and hot digity dog, fight for their lives. For goodness sake my base lived my walnut and hot digity dog and Rian died protecting our base. They were life savers. They killed a carno. I felt bad for my 3 gone warriors. Though I didn’t have the materials to build a grave, they will always be remembered warriors.

R.I.P my 3 warriors, you’ll always be remembered. Up= 1 remember.

-SpecialRaptor

I remember my very first day ever on ARK mobile: woke up near the red obelisk, had a navigation kit pressed on my groin in my boxers, and no clue on what I really should be doing. So, naturally, I just started gathering materials to get grinding, made tools with the engrams I awoke with, hunted dodos (I didn’t know about knockout taming at the time), and after pissing off a trike by snagging an egg and barely escaping, I heard some light knarling from the forest. I went through to see, just around a boulder, two chubby doggies lizards we know now as “Moschops”, and saw that they were nudging me for my mejoberries. I figured they must be a light delicacy to the herbivores of the island, and so, I fed each two mejo’s to gain their trust. I was astounded by their doglike nature, as after I leveled one up, they showed their enthusiasm with a little dance. After the spectacle, I laid my eyes on the habitat that will later be my home: a swamp. I caught the best glimpse from a nearby cliff, but unbeknownst to me, a titanoboa ‘scaled’ the eroded wall, arriving just to my left. Me being the run-and-gun charger that I am, smacked the serpent with only my stone pick. I waited for my moschops to join in the struggle, only to see them turn tail and leave me for dead. And as the venom had finally taken its toll upon my life, I respawned, knowing that surviving the islands wrath, I needed to recruit some of the island’s residents to my aid. I needed defense. I needed strength. I needed……

soldiers.

fighters.

warriors.

not some blubberballs from the woods. I needed capable fighters to assist me on my journey toward conquering the island, and moschops weren’t my best choice, but that’s how we learn. Through our mistakes. Even very stupid ones like my first here.