PLASTIC BAG: HOW IT ALL BEGAN

Chapter four

( next chapter in wyvern, last chapter in Rock drake)

I ha d started a tiny wooden base near the deadly drop of the hill on top of the mini cliff, and things were going well. I was no scheming to tame a raptor and ride it around. I imagined myself with a cowboy fit and a lasso yellin ‘ YEEHAW! GIDDY UP!’ Yes, that was the plan. I headed out of my base, leaving all my tames alone. They would kill yhe raptor the moment it would attack me, so that would have been useless. I spotted a lone raptor chilling by a rock and I snuck up on him.

I speeded toward the raptor as it spotted me and started to claw at me, but I wasn’t going down easy. I kept on punching until it started to run away, then I chased it down ( the last few levels I used my points in stamina) and finally knocked it unconscious. I put some fresh meat in its mouth again like the dilos and waited.

I noticed with raptors it took much longer to tame them. They would take a nibble every now and then, and return to their slumber. I waited for a while longer, then it finally stood up and looked at me and made a tiny roar at me. I thought it was amazing. I brought Dave back home and fed him lots of meat. And yes, I built a saddle for him and rode into the ARK sunset yelling “ YEEHAW”