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What are some stories about the therizinosaurus? Memorable therizinosaurus stories, wild encounters, and fan fiction.
In the summer of 2019, I had just finished of my base and was living happily when suddenly one day I heard this beast outside my front door. I was scared cuz I couldn't run anywhere.I was only lvl 39 at that time but only had a raptor and a trike. I watched helplessly as it wandered closer and closer. I had now realized that I can only fight. I equipped my rifle and then...BOOM! I had shot at it! it came running towards me and started smacking my wooden base. My raptor got hit and started fighting and so did the trike, BUT DAT THING RIPPED DEM BOTH APART IN UNDER 30 SECONDS!I shot at it again and the next thing I saw was its massive claws upon me... THE END(press F to pay respects for claw(raptor) and spike(trike)
Me huddled in my base freakin out: what is that thing?!
Therizinosoaurus: (walks around eating grass)
Me:what if it’s a carnivore?!
Me:(goes outside of base) I’m… I’m not afraid of u!
Me:(starts to charge straight at it)
Therizinosoaraurus:(looms over my head)
Me: nope.(runs back to base)
Be careful when taming Therizinos - we are dangerous, crafty and spiteful. Two humans went after me today. One came near me, I chased him, and i clawed him damn good. I followed him up a ramp. He had lured me into a 2x2x2 taming pen.
I was trapped, so they start firing darts. Well, i was annoyed that he’d fooled me. my torpor was close to full. But I didnt want to be tamed, and I’d be damned if I was gonna be enslaved by these stupid ugly humans shooting me.
So I said, screw your trap, screw the rules of this game, and I just straight up jumped out off their pathetic pen - straight cleared the wall I’m not supposed to be able to jump - and went and launched myself off the rock formation I was on, right into the water at least 250 metres below.
Damn right. Those humans werent gonna tame me. Pity the megaladons I landed near were hungry. I heard the next Theri they trapped straight up walked through the wall like he was Kitty Pride from Xmen. I hear they still havent caught one.
Me and para got attacked by a orange and brown one on a trip through the jungle. We got ambushed by dilos first then fell in a ditch with this thing in it. Para had no escape but he saved me. Worst thing was he had a wife and kid at home (I’m serious🥺)
👍🏻= respect to Oak
-Sarco Master
Here's a memorable and true story!:
Once, I made an army of Dodos, Dilos, and the giant Turtle guys. I was a noob and had a thatch hut on the beach. One day, I saw one of these coming towards my base, and thought "my army can handle it" so when it came, my army fought valiantly, until they started dying off one by one, I knew they would lose, so I ran for my life. I got away, but my Dodos, Dilos, and Turtles fought until their last breath's. I will never forget their sacrifice, and obedience 🥺.
Press F for our fallen comrades.
Never forget.
-you may know me from Dodo Tales
(It starts in the Snail section)
I had a Carno, her name was Sarah. She was my best tame and i took her everywhere she was lvl 36.
We encountered 2 Therizinos and they dealt very much damage, but they had low HP.
We killed then fast but they made her so much dmg...
Then a few days later she got killed by an Arg.. I hope you know how im feeling..
Me and my PT were getting crystal because I need a spyglass and I got the crystal I needed and I spotted a 140 Theri and I can’t tame it because I was level 48 so I don’t have enough traq arrows to tame a OP theri and when I was getting a high level carno, the theri appeared out of nowhere and killed my PT, fortunately I survived that except my poor PT, my first flyer. And when I got my carno stronger, the same theri came at me and my carno, and my carno killed the theri that killed my PT I avenged for my PT. RIP to Scout my PT.
The Arks: Alternative Timeline
ACT 6: Calm Before the Storm
This is a Theri exclusive story.
Written by Ben (OBJ)
You do not have to read TAOH to understand this story.
Author's Note: There's a discrepancy for General Moon's eye colors. One of her personality's is portrayed as red and green, and the other brown or green. I apologize for the continuity error. It should be red, blue, and green, to represent the three obelisks.
ACT 6: Calm Before the Storm
Chapter 16: Pigeon
“It’s all in the footwork.” - Captain Josh Swann
~
Pigeon stepped to the right, and swung at the man’s kidney. Albert merely weaved to the left, before swinging his torch at Pigeon again. Pigeon swiftly rolled underneath Albert’s flaps and then afterwards stabbed Albert in the calf. Albert let out a groan, and as he swung at Pigeon again, Pigeon slipped on his metal shield and blocked the impact.
CLANG!
The torch shattered into pieces, and Pigeon took his sword and swung at his wrist. His hand came clean off, landing in the snow and coating it in red. Albert clutched the stump of his hand. Albert grinned as he stumbled backwards. Pigeon’s sword glimmered, the blood dripping down the blade and onto the snow. Pigeon wiped the sword on his flak armor. Pigeon reached for his helmet and pulled it off. His dark green hair fluttered in the snow, and he squinted his eyes, slight pity for him. He had been a good fighter.
“You fought well, Albert,” Pigeon told him, “But your uprising ends. The Walkers of the Void live on.”
Albert scoffed.
“The Walkers do not deserve you,” Albert muttered, “You’re too good for them.”
Albert looked up.
“What are you waiting for? End it.”
Pigeon nodded.
“If you would like to challenge me again, you know where to find me.”
Pigeon slashed his sword.
As Albert’s body collapsed into the snow, Pigeon looked at his implant, seeing the death messages of his Argies and Austin. Pigeon sighed, looking up into the sky. He couldn’t get a break.
Pigeon trotted through the snow, exhausted both physically and mentally. That was his toughest battle yet, but the Goopers were defeated. Pigeon won again. He always won. Pigeon let out a huff, his silver tooth exposed. He thought about his only loss. It was General Moon who bested him, and it was General Moon who recruited him.
He remembered the day clearly. He was just trying to survive on his own. And she came to him, seeking him.
~
Pigeon was on an Argentavis, an Ankylosaurus in its talons, and approaching the Redwoods’ mountain, collecting metal when he heard violent flapping of wings ahead of him. Pigeon looked ahead to see a large Wyvern approaching him, a rider atop. Pigeon’s eyes widened. He quickly flew close to the ground, hoping that the rider wouldn’t notice, but it was too late. She was approaching him.
The Wyvern landed on the ground, and the rider dismounted, her fluttering white hair swinging back and forth. She had calculating, cold blue eyes. There was something off about her. As if she wasn’t supposed to be a part of this world. Pigeon hopped off his Argentavis. They were valuable tames. He could afford losing his kit, but certainly not his tames. He whistled, and his Argie flew away. He turned to face her.
“What do you want? I’m just minding my own business. Please move along,” Pigeon respectfully asked her. The woman stepped forward.
“I’ve been looking for you Pigeon,” the woman said, “I’m General Moon, and I’m with the Walkers of the Void. We want you to join us. You’re a strong combatant.”
How did she know?
“What do the Walkers want with someone like me?” Pigeon asked.
“That’s irrelevant. But you will make a worthy Captain. You will not regret it.”
General Moon’s implant flashed, and a request popped through Pigeon’s. Pigeon looked at it hesitantly. He enjoyed being his own boss. At the same time, he’d heard rumors about the Walkers of the Void. It was difficult joining and ever ranking up. This may have been his only opportunity.
Pigeon thought for a moment, then shook his head. He declined the request.
“I’m enjoying my life,” Pigeon explained, “And I don’t fancy violence.”
“That wasn’t a request, though,” General Moon glared, “It was an order.”
Pigeon clenched his fists.
“No means no-”
General Moon lashed forward, swinging a fist at Pigeon. Pigeon quickly ran to the side, his movement speed superior. Pigeon noticed General Moon’s glaring red eyes. General Moon swung her fists again, but Pigeon easily dodged. As she threw a flurry of punches, Pigeon noticed how much slower she was, and how much tired she had already become. What level was she? Had she even leveled any of her stats? It was absurd to him.
Pigeon smirked. So much for being a General. Maybe she was trying to start her own tribe and have him on her side. Pigeon pulled out his pike. Time to end the battle. He lunged forward and stabbed it at her, but she suddenly flickered away. Pigeon’s eyes widened. Where was she-
WHACK!
Pigeon’s head jolted to the side, and a tooth flew out of his mouth.
ZAAAAAAAPPP!
Then, he felt a jolt of electricity course through his body, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious, but not before feeling a pair of handcuffs on his wrist.
~
When Pigeon awoke, he was in a cage. He got up and realized all of his loot was gone, and he had nothing but the underwear he had woken up with. Pigeon bashed his strong, muscular body against the cage, but it barely shook. The air flickered in front of the cage, and General Moon manifested.
“Where am I?!” Pigeon barked.
“You’re in the Walkers’ base, up in the mountains,” General Moon smirked, pulling out a map and pointing at a marker. Pigeon sighed. This was it. Since Pigeon refused to be a part of the tribe, he was too much of a threat, and thus, must be contained.
General Moon shook her head.
“Like I said, I need you as a captain here. You’re one of the only capable people left,” General Moon said, “But, you saw what happened back then and right here and now.”
“You teleported,” Pigeon observed, “Do you have a Blessing?”
General Moon nodded.
“Yes. I do. I bought this account from one of the Five,” General Moon admitted, “That’s why I’m only Level 1. Now do you believe me? Will you join the cause?”
Pigeon thought, and then nodded.
“Yes.”
Moon lifted his hand, and then she and Pigeon shook hands.
~
Pigeon blinked his eyes, as he was thrown out of the memory. No more dwelling on the past. It was time to return back to base. Pigeon tried to trot through the snow, back to his Argentavis, but just a few more steps and his eye began to throb. Pigeon felt his face, and recalled Albert had taken his eye in the gruesome battle. Pigeon’s vision began to wane, and before he knew it, he passed out then and there.
Chapter 17: Sloth
General Moon pulled on Sloth’s ears, tugging him along with a glare through the hallways.
“You’ve caused enough trouble for me.”
General Moon led him to the prison, where she opened the door and then threw him in a spare cage. She locked the door shut, and then kicked the cage to the corner of the room.
BAM!
“There,” General Moon smirked, “Suffer for your insolence.”
Sloth sighed, crumpling onto the ground. General Moon looked off at one of the other prisoners in the room. A woman with piercing eyes. The woman smiled at General Moon, and General Moon scoffed.
“Have fun rotting in your cell.”
General Moon exited the prison, shutting the iron doors behind her.
There was a shift in the cell nearby.
“Hey.”
Sloth turned to face the woman who had smiled at General Moon.
“What do you want? Bug off.”
“You wanna get back at General Moon?”
“Yeah. So what? What can I do?” Sloth scoffed, “I’ll log off soon. There’s no point of staying around.”
“I have a plan.”
The mystery girl tossed a pickaxe over to Sloth. Sloth catched it, and looked at it.
“In an hour, we break out and tear this place down from the inside. I have weapons. Break down that cage until it’s almost on the verge of breaking. On his ‘mark’, we begin.”
“Whose?” Sloth asked. Ben shifted in the cell nearby, curious for the answer.
Mystery Girl looked down at the ground.
“A raid is imminent.”
Chapter 18: Mark
A meteor shower was hailing down upon the planet. A skinny, dark-skin man observed the phenomena with his hands behind his back. Mark sighed as he observed implosions occur across the wasteland. The ARKs hadn’t fallen down, and the old Walkers of the Void had failed in their conquest to defeat the King Titan.
Thundering footsteps echoed in the distance. Mark clenched his fist, his implant glowing bright. His levels flashed before his eyes. Level 999. Mark grinned as he looked up at the skies. Reports had shown that the Walkers of the Void had a change of leadership. His old archnemesis was gone. No more. So now Mark could do whatever he wished without interference.
He had been saving up levels and scheming for so long. It was about time he finally made a stand and take them down once and for all.
Mark walked up to a city terminal.
“It’s about time I take down your empire, Dan.”
Looking around at the chaos unfolding around him, stars exploded within his eyes. He equipped a shimmering ascendant red pike, and then transferred himself to the Island.
"Tickle chicken? How cute! Now i want one!"
*3 days later*
Level 340 Sanity was killed by Therizinosaurus Level 90
Level 78 Dodo was killed by Therizinosaurus Level 90
Level 182 Raptor was killed by Therizinosaurus Level 90
Level 150 Rex was killed by Therizinosaurus Level 90
Level 100 Jeraboa was killed by Therizinosaurus Level 90
Level 175 Argentavis was killed by Therizinosaurus Level 90
Level 170 Ankylosaurus was killed by Therizinosaurus Level 90
Level 172 Doedicurus was killed by Therizinosaurus Level 90
Level 182 Triceratops was killed by Therizinosaurus Level 90
The Arks: Alternative Timeline
ACT 5: Eye for an Eye
This is a Theri exclusive story.
Written by Ben (OBJ)
You do not have to read TAOH to understand this story.
Chapter 13: Pigeon
BAM! BAM!
Pigeon took cover behind a bunch of metal nodes as rifle fire hit him from all sides. A fabricated rifle on his shoulders, he heard bullets whiz past him left and right. This wasn’t great. They were much more prepared than the Walkers of the Void had anticipated.
Pigeon took his fabricated rifle and zoomed in on one of the people firing at him. He pulled the trigger, and his head was immediately blasted off. He moved to the other adversary and blew his brains out too. Pigeon let out a sigh as more EXP flowed through his veins. Once Pigeon could defeat the Guardians of this ARK and its Overseer, he could ascend to a higher level.
“The reports stated they were barely getting an industrial forge,” Pigeon muttered in annoyance, “But they already have an army of Rexes and they seem to have quite the firepower already with those rifles. Did they transfer over from another world?”
Transferring was a difficult process on hardcore worlds, but it was still possible if you transferred from a hardcore world of itself. A lot of hardcore worlds nowadays had so little people due to the amount of death that was present. Pigeon cursed to himself. This tribe probably built up on Crystal Isles and then transferred over here with all of their tames. Now Pigeon probably had to prepare for…
A beam of water suddenly splashed out at Pigeon, and Pigeon dived out of the way and looked up to see a Crystal Wyvern flying above. Pigeon sighed. This was going to be annoying.
Pigeon had left his Argentavis behind, just in case the tribe had set up turrets. It was just going to be a quick grab and go. Pigeon would plant a bunch of C4 down and then blow it all to sheds. Though clearly things weren’t going to plan.
Pigeon switched out to a longneck rifle with a scope attached to it and then aimed up at the Crystal Wyvern. It was hard to see through all the snow, but at the same time it was also hard to see him. Buried in the snow, Pigeon took a deep breath, and on the exhale, he pulled the trigger, aiming at the Crystal Wyvern’s rider.
BAM!
A splash of blood immediately flew off from the crystal wyvern, and Pigeon saw a death message pop up on his screen. Pigeon smirked. The idiot was probably only wearing fur armor. Pigeon shivered, and felt the effects of the snow kicking at his body. Pigeon reached into his pockets and quickly pulled out a bowl of curry. He downed in, and his body felt warm and gooey. Pigeon flexed his flak armor and began firing at the Crystal Wyvern.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
The Crystal Wyvern just kept taking hit after hit. Pigeon smirked. The idiots must’ve left it on passive. Pigeon aimed for the head, and then fired.
BAM!
The Crystal Wyvern was felled, and it immediately fell down toward Pigeon. Pigeon took cover near the metal nodes, and as the Crystal Wyvern fell atop the rocks it smashed them to bits.
BAM BAM BAM!
More gunfire from a front. Pigeon took cover behind the dead body of the Crystal Wyvern. It would only be a matter of time before they took out the Rexes and started chasing him down. Pigeon would need to find higher ground so they couldn’t reach him with their powerful tames. Pigeon quickly checked the inventory of the wyvern. Nothing useful except for a few parachutes. Pigeon quickly grabbed them. This was part of the plan.
Pigeon looked up the peak of the mountain and saw a trail leading up. Pigeon grinned. Perfect.
Pigeon quickly made a mad dash for it. More bullets whizzed by, and one even grazed his shoulder. Pigeon let out a sigh of pain as it did, a chunk of his health taken away. He had to keep moving. Weaving left and right, and combined with his increasing distance and the blizzard picking up was enough to lose Pigeon.
Alas, Pigeon made it to the top of the mountain. Pigeon reached into his inventory and pulled out a medical brew, downing it and recovering all his health immediately. As Pigeon took a breather, he reached for his belt and took out a spyglass. He peered at their base. There was a lot of stone gateways covering the small metal shack, and it was clear they were just setting up, as they only had one turret. Pigeon noticed a flaw in their design though. There was a part atop the gateways that actually provided cover from the turret. Pigeon would just have to be quick.
Pigeon took a few steps back, and then jumped off of the ledge. He quickly equipped his parachutes, and he slowly began to float down to the gateway. The turret whirred, and then began firing at him, but it was too late, Pigeon had made it to the gateway. He dropped down, and pulled out his C4 and detonator.
“Here we go-”
BAM!
A bullet suddenly hit Pigeon in the eye. Pigeon let out a grunt as he felt his eye. That was definitely a goner. Pigeon looked down to see a fat man with a huge back pointing a revolver at his face, the barrel steaming. The man grinned.
“Finally got you, you little punk!” The man snarled.
Pigeon glared at him. He tossed the C4 behind him onto the turret, and then jumped from the gateway. As he did he pressed the button on the detonator, and everything blew to shreds.
BEEP BEEP!
BOOM!
A large explosion culminated behind Pigeon as he fell atop the fat man and began throwing fists at him. The fat man tossed Pigeon off, and he went tumbling through the snow. Adrenaline was keeping Pigeon from writhing on the ground in pain, but that would soon end. Pigeon stood up and faced off against him.
“You’ve done quite a bit of damage,” the fat man glared, “You’ve killed my tribemates, and now you’ve blown my base to shreds.”
“Who are you?” Pigeon asked, “And what’s your business here? The Island isn’t a suitable place for a megatribe’s base. The Crystal Isles is much safer and filled with less tribes!”
“The name’s Albert. And I’m here because I’ve heard there’s been a vulnerability in the Alpha Tribe of this hardcore cluster,” the fat man sneered, “A change of leadership? Anyway, everyone’s predicting they’ll soon crumble. The de facto generals will not be able to maintain this empire.”
“You lie. The Walkers of the Void will never fall, and especially not to you.”
“True. I alone could not take them all down, but you will fall eventually, I’m just evaluating your forces,” Albert laughed, “And it seems you are all running low on men. I’ve heard you’re the highest ranking captain of the Island Sector. What is someone like you doing here taking care of the dirty work?”
Pigeon scoffed.
“That is not your concern!”
“I believe that means I am correct. The Island sector is growing weaker,” Albert glared, “Kill me, or annihilate me, I will come back ten times stronger and more prepared. The Goopers always win in the end!”
Pigeon unsheathed a sword, while Albert pulled out a torch and shield.
“Bring it on then! Show me your strength, coward!” Pigeon howled.
The two let out battle cries and charged at one another. Pigeon slashed at Albert’s body, but Albert merely blocked it with his shield. Albert swung his torch at Pigeon, and even though Pigeon managed to dodge the blunt attack, the flames quickly caught onto Pigeon’s face and began to roast him. Pigeon let out a cough as ash poured into his mouth. Albert grinned.
“Clearly you don’t know the Gooper way. The Goopers stay winning!” Albert boasted.
“You barbarians use torches for PVP? How savage,” Pigeon spat as the snow quickly doused the flames.
“It’s quite the normalcy in officials. Only a true captain would know. Now I know you don’t know a thing about PVP.”
“Say that to your dead tribemates,” Pigeon chuckled.
“You may have slain my tribemates, but they managed to hold their own against a seasoned captain,” Albert barked, “I’m proud of them. Now let’s dance!”
The two charged at each other. And not even the ringing death messages of his Argentavis was enough to distract him from this battle.
Chapter 14: Will
Will immediately slashed down at Austin. Austin’s head was swiped clean off, and his death message popped up on Sloth’s implant. Sloth let out a shriek of fear, and began to scurry off into the woods. Will grinned, licking his lips.
“Come out! Let’s play!”
Will dashed after Sloth like a mad man. Sloth looked back to see that he was still giving chase. This wasn’t good at all. Both of their Argies were dead, and not only that, but his teammate was as well.
A few minutes later, Sloth managed to make it to the rivers, and he was already out of stamina. Sloth looked around. He needed something that could ward him off. That’s when he saw it. A spiny Ceratosaurus, frolicking in the rivers, its tail swishing side by side. Sloth smiled. This was his distraction.
Will burst from the foliage and swung his sword at Sloth. Sloth let out a cry of pain as the sword cut his flesh, but he pushed past the main and dove into the water, swimming after the carnivore. The Ceratosaurus sniffed the air, and immediately let out a roar, dashing into the water and creating waves. It wasn’t after Sloth though. Its first target was Will.
The Ceratosaurus let out a roar and charged at him. Will let out a roar of his own and slashed at the Ceratosaurus’ face. Blood spewed out of its face and onto Will’s face, and suddenly shock ran down Will’s spine as the venom inside began to seep into his skin. The Ceratosaurus collapsed into the river, its blood floating all throughout and killing the fish inside, and Will took a few steps back and collapsed into the sand.
Sloth emerged from the river, a grin on his face.
“Look at you, writhing on the ground like the Bob you are,” Sloth snarled. He took his pistol out, aiming at the man’s head. “Pests like you don’t deserve to live. Ever!”
As Will lay in pain on the ground, he thought about his first kill on the Island. Not a man, but a beast. A Carnotaurus. Was this karma for what he’d done? Perhaps so. The Carnotaurus was only trying to survive. It did not deserve to die just for trying to kill Will.
Will closed his eyes and accepted his defeat. Sloth pulled the trigger.
BAM!
The gunshot rang all throughout the rivers. Birds flew away from the treetops, and everything was silent for a moment. Sloth let out a sigh, exhausted. Finally, it was over. Sloth put his pistol away.
“You were quite annoying, you know that?”
A gush of wind suddenly fell atop Sloth, a large shadow growing above him. Sloth looked up and saw a fire wyvern landing down behind him. Sloth immediately reached for his pistol, but not before realizing who was riding it. General Moon. And she looked mad.
“Sloth,” General Moon glared. Sloth gulped.
“You’re in so, so much trouble.”
Chapter 15: Karma
Tonight was the night.
Karma had one last dinosaur she wanted to tame before laying siege on the mega tribe that had slain Gerald. One dinosaur that could very well turn the tide of the battle. A dinosaur so powerful and mighty that almost nothing was able to challenge its name. Its name?
The Carcharodontosaurus.
Karma looked upon the mighty beasts she had managed to domesticate up to this point. A whole herd of Triceratops, a handful of Kentrosaurus, and even a few Diplodocus and a Therizinosaurus that easily followed her lead. They may have been herbivores, but not only were they easier to tame, they packed just the amount of punch. Through experimentation, she had also discovered that the herbivores were resistant to flames and gunfire. It was perfect. Now all she needed was the firepower to fight back. This Carcharodontosaurus that was lurking near the mountains would do just that.
They were quite a few whiles away from the actual base. The mountain range was disconnected but spread far and wide throughout the center of the Island. The prey was scarce, the predators equally so. All had been wiped out by this apex predator. And now all it was doing was resting, its red stripes coated in blood and its body heaving up and down. It had a slender jaw, and spines running all along its back. It was certainly beautiful, almost like a bloodied angel.
Karma had read up on guides on how to tame it, but only one person seemed legitimate enough to be correct. A woman on a companion app called Moon. She had claimed proving yourself worthy was the only way to tame the beast. Karma slowly walked up to the beast. She had left her tames behind, just so they wouldn’t be hurt. Suddenly, the beast’s eyes riled up, and it arose, letting out a roar looking down upon Karma. Karma was small. Karma was weak. Karma was unworthy of being consumed by such a massive predator.
“Allow me to show you!” Karma shouted, “My worthiness!”
Karma signaled to the mountain base.
“That is what I wish to raid. No more, no less. I am doing it out of spite. Vengeance. They must pay for their unjust ways. Aid me, and you’ll taste blood of the strong like no other!”
The Carcharodontosaurus snarled. It was unsure, but as it pondered, it nodded. For now, it would assist her. This would not be permanent.
The Carcharodontosaurus stepped from its resting spot. It would join her in battle.
“What is your name?”
The Carcharodontosaurus let out a huff of air, and a thought ran through Karma’s mind.
“Romeo, the Angel King.”
Karma smiled.
“That surely is a worthy name. Now, let us charge!”
The Carcharodontosaurus began to march toward the base, slowly, while Karma got to her tames and rode atop her trusty raptor Jira. She could sense their unease. But for now, they would have to settle for this. For Gerald.
The march began.
The hunt chapter 1
Lily and Kate were out on a hunt with their raptor sly and their trikes Darron and Jason when they saw a therizinosaurus "hey Kate let's tame that big thing " "Okayy but I know those are strong so let's be careful Kate " and they started shooting and running but the therizino was faster than them and quickly caught up with them and killed sly they were shocked then Darron died along with Jason Lily and Kate realized that it was to late to run so they pulled out their spears and stabbed the therizino but died
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-direwolf wanna be
In a certain single player survival game...
"It's another good day again in this fine and mysterious land"
The new player wandered around the beach area, taming what necessary beasts he can.
After taming a level 40 [Dodo] and naming it [Dono], the juvenile adventurer encountered a feirce, level 150 [Raptor]!
While stunned due to the unprecedent development, the wild [Raptor] attacked his low level tamed [Raptor] named [Rapt], the two predator were fighting in a way that would discourage anyone watching to join in the fray.
As the adventurer was recollecting his state of mind, he readied his [Ascendant Primitive Bow],
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[Ascendant Primitive Bow]
Atk: 224
Dura: 150/207
A [Primitive Bow] that ascended what it can normally be achieved.
***
He gathered his courage and clipped a [Narcotic Arrow] into the bow held in his left hand.
***
[Narcotic Arrow]
An arrow dipped with a taste of narcotic. It deals less damage than a normal [Stone Arrow] but increases Torpor significantly to anything hit.
***
The adventurer's eyes emanated a slight glow that one can understand even from quite afar. It was the glow of courage, set past the limit of what one can contain.
After shooting the first arrow, he then shot another, and another. After a few shot, the raptor was knocked unconscious.
After feeding it meat, [Rapt] gained a new companion, [Apt]...
The juvenile adventurer was ecstatic due to a sudden, but welcomed success.
However, fate wasn't.
All of a sudden, a Wild level 60 [Therizinosaurus] appeared out of what seemed to be thin air!
The adventurer, seeing the dinosaur, decided to target it along with his tames, two [Raptors], and a [Carbonemys].
This is where the word "juvenile" mattered the most.
Unknowledgable of the wild beast's attacks, the player let his [Raptor]s tank the [Therizinosaurus]'s attacks.
One attack.
Two attacks..
Three attacks...!!
The tamed [Raptor]s fell in battle one after the other! Surprised, the adventurer's breathing became haggard.
He sped up his shooting speed even more until the ally [Carbonemys], ultimately, led the wild [Therizinosaurus] to his demise.
"..."
With a gloomy atmosphere, the player went to check the dropped items.
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[Therizinosaurus Claws]
A trophy to prove your worth as a hunter.
***
Should he.. should he be feeling happy?
"..."
"No! This wasn't what I wanted!"
While on the verge of falling to depression, he saw a faint glow. A green triangular chip was peeking through the bag.
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[Creature Implant]
Owner: [Rapt]
This creature's implant is intact.
Can be used together with a number of [Amber] to revive the creature.
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Creature Implant]
Owner: [Apt]
This creature's implant is intact.
Can be used together with a number of [Amber] to revive the creature.
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The Riddles of the Phoenixes
The Lost World
Chapter twenty five: Familiarity
Camille watched as Willow washed her knife, with Daniel’s blood on it off into the river. They’d left Daniel’s body to rot, but not until after Willow had carved the implant out of his wrist and crushed it.
Camille watched with a slightly disgusted look. She never understood Willow. No one ever had(And if they had they were dead.). She was ruthless, a killer, once she became “attached” to something then it was a matter of “love me or die trying”.
Willow’s version of loving people was different than most others. She was heartless, and yet she had claimed to love Daniel. And then she killed him.
Camille didn’t know much about Willow’s backstory, except that she’d come to work for Tom at the age of thirteen. Camille had come right after her, at the age of fifteen. She had submitted to the younger girl’s authority, why? She was never to sure why she had, that one unlucky day. Now she didn’t dare standing up to Willow. Willow was even a killer back then.
It was unnerving how natural Willow seemed to think killing was. Unhealthy even. Daniel had come at the age of fifteen two years after. He was a lot softer than Willow but stood up to her whenever she bullied someone.
Camille guessed that’s why Willow liked him. They’re started dating at seventeen. Willow became rather obsessed with him. Especially when Hailey, or Josephina, came.
Josephina. There was something Willow had seemed to hate about the young girl. She despised that Daniel was her trainer, and that Josephina was treated like a princess. She took her hate to far.
But why? Why did she hate Josephina so much?
Camille studied her “teammate” as she washed the knife. After she dried the blade on her blouse, Willow lifted the knife up to the light, inspecting it for any signs of leftover blood.
She caught the look of disgust on Camille’s face and chuckled quietly. “You think me cruel, do you not?”
Camille shrugged, though it was true. She sighed.
“I just don’t understand Why you killed Daniel, like that. I thought-I thought you loved him.” Camille whispered. Willow laughed.
“Girly, there’s something you gotta understand. Love is not real. People claim to have it for things or…people all the time.
If you actually ‘Love’ something or someone then you are weak. To set your heart on something that can so easily, be destroyed makes you weaker then you already are.
“Sure, you can prize something but just remember, when the time comes to it, nothing can hold you back, not even that thing you ‘love’.” Willow sneered.
“Love is weak. Love is nothing. If you want to succeed in life, Camille you must create power. Power,not stupid ablities that those Phoenixes(Although they may be a bit useful) have. Power to destroy all and everything that stands in your path.
“You can’t do that if ‘Love’ is holding you back. Everything I’ve done. Every path I’ve taken was for me, for power. Use those who ‘need you’ for something, to get higher up on the food chain. Trust me. Daniel’s in a better place now.”
Camille lowered her head. “I just thought we a team.” She muttered under her breath. Willow can close to her and lifted Camille’s chin with a hand, then placed the blade of her knife gently against Camille’s neck.
“We are a team. A team that follows me. You don’t want to end up like Old Danny, right?” Willow whispered. Camille shook her head.
“Good. So when I tell you do something I need you to shut up and do it, okay?” Camille nodded. A cruel small smile(If you call it a smile) appeared on Willow’s face. “Good.” She took the blade away from Camille’s neck.
“Now let’s go.”
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Finally they came to the base, or warehouse or whatever the person who’d called them there, considered the place. Armored guards led them up to the top floor.
The guards eyed them warily. Willow smiled cruelly back at them. Camille rolled her eyes behind her back. “It’s like we’re criminals or something.” Willow said in a joking tone. Camille sniffed. “Or Maybe just you..” She muttered under her breath.
The guards led them into the last room at the hall and opened it. Camille and Willow walked in, the door closing behind her.
The room was dark. The only light in it was a few lone candles set in random places across the surfaces in the room. A man(Camille could tell it was a man by his stature) stands in front of the large window.
Except it wasn’t a window. Well it looked a bit like a window. But each pane of glass was a tv screen, and they were overlooking something.
Willow cleared her throat, tapping her foot impatiently. “Well? We didn’t come here for nothin’, you know.” She scowls.
The man turns around slowly, a unnerving grin on his face that never faltered.
His hair was blonde, streaks of white running through parts of it, his eyes were a cold green. One eye had a horrible looking scar running over by it. It looked as if it had barely missed his eye. His face was thin, his jaw muscles showing easily through it.
Willow’s eyes darted down to the man’s left hand. It was thin bony looking hand, compared to the other. It took Camille a second to realize that the left hand was made of some type of thin metal.
A sly grin fills Willow’s face. “You. Didn’t think you’d invite us here, especially me. Especially after that…unfortunate incident.”
The Master shrugs. “Things change.” He says, but his right eye twitches slightly in either annoyance or anger. Camille couldn’t tell.
“Where’s Daniel?” He asks. Willow twirls her dagger around nonchalantly. “Oh..unfortunately Daniel didn’t make it.”
The Master raised his eyebrow. Willow shrugged it off. “Just collateral damage, honey.” She says, but her eyes flash briefly with something that Camille couldn’t decipher.
Grief? Was it possible that Willow wasn’t as cold hearted as she seemed?
“So tell me Morbax, why have you brought us here?” Willow asks. Camille shifts nervously. The Master leans against the table. “Why I need your help, of course. Why else would I send for y’all out of that prison cell?” He asked.
“Yes. But why do you need us?” Camille says softly. “Glad you asked. I need y’all’s help…taking some certain people out. So that we can topple a certain government.”
Willow tossed her knife upward and caught it, playfully pretending to fumble with it, catching it just as it was about to crash into her foot. She turned to The Master.
“And why should we help you?” She growls. “I could easily kill you here and now. I’ve beat you before and i can best you again.” She hisses. Again, more eye twitches from the Master.
“Because…I know that we all hate the Phoenixes. What they’ve done to us. I know that there’s a specific someone of them that you’re practically dying to kill.”
A slow cruel grin crept unto Willow, her eyes narrowing and lighting up with the thought. “So. What do I need to do?” Camille swallowed. She kind of wished that they were back in that cell it would be better than this.
The Master smiled back. “There is some… things I will need you and Camille to do. But first…let me brief you on everything.” He waved for them to come closer, turning back towards the tv screen that he’d been looking at earlier. A tray of brightly colored large buttons sat underneath the screens.
Camille and Willow studied the screens. Camille’s eyes widened. It looked like…some sort of simulation or something. Animals…long dead animals, roaming across lands. Humans, real people fighting to survive.
A strange look crossed Willow’s face. But it wasn’t one of horror, much to Camille’s disappointment. “Those are real people? Who-who all is in there?” The master chuckled. “Don’t worry. The rest of the Phoenixes, including…your..favorite will be there soon, hopefully.”
Willow nodded, a eager and cruel look in her eyes. “What do you want us to do?” The master smile again, tapping his metal fingers on the desk. “It’s a simple mission. There’s one person. One man who could jeopardize everything. Your job..is to kill him.”
Willow nodded, casually leaning on a dark red button. “I’m in.” Camille eyed the button. Large gold letters along with a warning sign shone across it..