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What are some stories about the moschops? Memorable moschops stories, wild encounters, and fan fiction.
Not sure if anyone has used them for this but considering they can be tamed very early their damage can get pretty high as they level up with you taking it bigger and bigger dinos. My First tame chompy has bin with me from the start upgrading in order melee, health, weight and stamina. Chompy is lvl 164 now and has taken out everything that's come at us raptors, carnos, rexs, suchos and megs. He goes where i go.
The Obelisk
-Chapter 84-
“You ready?”
A whole night passed and Nyx still hadn’t returned, leaving Forest and the others wondering where she could have gone. It rained the whole time, sending smells of wet grass and dew through the caves as Forest slept. They were then woken up rather early, while it was still sprinkling and the sun was just beginning to rise. Moonbeam went looking for Nyx as soon as they were awake, leaving them to train with a thin Shadowmane named Shiver.
Forest blinked and looked up, realizing the someone had said something. “What?”
“For battle training!” Shiver said dramatically, flinging his tail up. “I’m super excited. I’ve never fought other creatures before! I assume all of your techniques are different,” he added, nodding to the four.
Forest made a face. “I don’t think I have… techniques,” he said.
Shiver laughed. “Oh, we all do! You just need a chance to get your claws on something; then we’ll see.”
“I wish Nyx were here, though,” The young Shadowmanes smile dimmed. “She’s a great fighter, better than most. She’s kicked me and Orbits butts too many times to count!” He stepped forward. “So who wants to go first?”
“I do!” Rust jumped forward.
“Cool,” Shiver said, firming his stance. “Let’s do it. Try to attack me.”
Rust hesitating, flexing his talons. “Come on,” Shiver said, grinning.
Right as he said it, Rust was bolting forward, attempting to jump onto him, but Shiver quickly slipped out of the way. He took one paw and struck Rust on the side of the head, throwing him sideways. Rust crashed face first into the dirt.
“Oof,” Spark hissed quietly.
“Typical,” Shiver observed, but not unkindly as Rust pulled himself up. “Try something creative.”
Rust growled quietly as Shiver pulled a defensive pose, and leapt again.
They trained for the rest of the day, one after the other taking turns to fight with Shiver. Eventually he had them try attacking each other, and it went that way for a while, the sun slowly inching acrossed the sky above them. Forest didn’t do terrible, as far as he could tell. He did rather well as escaping sticky situations, especially when the others had him pinned. And the others were great too, apart from Crimson, who acted like the training was boring and she could fight everyone at once if she wanted to.
And Moonbeam came back every once and a while, but Nyx was never with her. The four would pause to run and ask her if she’d found anything, but she always said no and stormed off.
And then the sun was setting, and Shiver had fun with them for a bit as he walked them back to their cave. He thanked them and said he looked forward to seeing them again, and whisked away to the Main Caves.
Forest sighed and dragged himself onto his ledge, plopping down onto the cold, comforting stone. Rust sat down and huddled close to Crimson, and her tail pushed him away. Forest turned his head and felt his talons move towards his sack—Yep, still there, he could see the runes light pulsing lightly from inside the dyed fibers. He closed his eyes and quickly fell into sleep, where he dreamed of thunder and wind and burning wings for the rest of the night.
I was walking up a mountain with my para. 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
Used to play Mobile, just started playing Switch. Wanted quick source of hide so I went to kill a Moschops cos they are passive and run. TELL ME WHY HALFWAY THROUGH RUNNING IT TURNED AROUND AND BIT ME. Not making his up. Make it green to spread awareness of Moschop aggression
One of my best tames in ths game by far, at first my maschops kept dying for wandering out too far thats when i decided to build a Huge Fortress where inside there are plants abundantly growing where they can roam freely without any thing attacking them or scaring them. TAMED 3 of these bad boys named them Mocha, Matcha, and Caramel. THINKING ABOUT TAMING two others AND NAMING IT Macchiato and Cappuccino..Up Up Up
When I first started ark, I had a bucket list. That bucket list was as follows: Get 10 Moschops for bodyguards.
That was the whole list. I ended up with about 30 Moschops all named after Greek God/Figures. That was last year. I now proud myself in having nearly 100 Moschops all over my single player world. One would say I have an addiction.
I, sadly, have lost another Moschops. I had my trusty Pteranodon, and some berries, and was looking for a partner so that my good friend Moschops the Second could have his offspring and pass on his godly genes. After scouting a cliff nearby, I had found her, and although she was not strong, I could easily make her a warrior. She wanted Mejoberries, and I delivered them to her swiftly. What I did not know, however, was that night was coming; and she would spend but a few minutes with me. She was now tamed, and her name would have been Mosette, had she survived the trip. And after a successful feeding, she was now following close by. We moved slowly down the hill as night fell, and if I could have carried her, I would have. But then, disaster struck. A horde of miniature demons with orange glowing eyes came after us. I knew they were exactly what I had feared- Troodons. They attacked her ferociously, and she had no choice but to run towards me. I thought she might make it- but then came the Raptor. It bolted towards her, locked onto it's target, and it attacked. Sadly, I would have to leave Mosette behind, as I could not lead the creatures in pursuit of her to my home. I flew away, knowing that yet another Moschops had died at my hands. We made it home safely, and I had to apologize to Moschops the Second, as he would forgive me. He spoke no words, but I understood. I must continue my search in order to pass down Moschops the Second's godly blood.
I had one named jimmy on fjordur. Got another one and named it jimmy aswell. 2nd jimmy died because I set him on fire accidentally with my magma. First jimmy was a survivor. It was lost when I logged on.
Remember to always appreciate your tames even when they go missing
1 up 1 prayer.
————Fatooie!
Steelslaughter here,
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.
I had a Moschops and it was named “leafy” leafy was a very good friend I also was going to find a male moschops because leafy was a female and I thought it would be great to have baby moschops so I went looking there was an agressive carnivore on the other side I got rid of my house and moved to another side to find a moschops and to go to a safer place to live and I ended up in a dangerous area...like for more updates!