First time I saw a titani I was looking in my inv and then it spawned right on top of my base and my in game person just took a shat and ran wouldn’t stop walking on my base but didn’t destroy it I was on a server and the ppl in alliance were just laughing at me
Once I was coming back to my base on my Argent then there was a titanasaur near my base I knew it wasn’t go attack me and my tames and then something attacked it then it demolished my base and killed by tames when you see a titanisaur send your Dinos as far away as you can a place everything you have in front of it to stop it
“Power never comes to those who truly deserve it.” Arciro’s uncle had said. Arciro had been only five at that time, but now he understood. His brother did not deserve power, but now...
“You gotta hand it to him.” Nedti said, “Victor was a pretty good chief besides the whole world-domination thing.”
“I guess.” Slav replied, “and he wants us to go to the Tek cave with him on some sort of expedition.”
The others looked at Slav. “Let’s go.” Arciro said.
The Tek cave was... not a fun place. All sorts of stupid creatures got in their way, and Victor was no better.
“March!” He yelled, over and over until they got to the center of the cavern.
Just then, four arthropleuras attacked. “I’ll hold them off!” Arciro yelled. He took Tigerhorn to the fight.
Meanwhile, Victor and Slav discovered something amazing. A small vial full of light bluish green liquid and the name “Edmund Rockwell” written on it.
“We found it!” Victor yelled. “Out, now!”
Tigerhorn did not survive. The arthropleuras wouldn’t survive for much longer either. Tears streamed down Arciro’s face.
“No!” He shouted to Victor. “You dragged me out here to get my carnotaurus killed!”
“He’s not the only one to die here.” Victor said. He stuck Arciro to the wall with cementing paste. He took the Thylacoleo Hook-Claw out of his pocket and slowly walked towards Arciro.
“What are you doing?!” Arciro said, as Victor cut his throat and he dropped silently to the ground.
They can be tamed but not worth the time. It was only used as a old pvp raiding method. But they are a good source of xp for u n ur rex/giga or whatever u use to kill such thing lol. They are so big that would often get stock n bugs n u could kill it without it doing any damage. Its just 50/50 finding one stuck. U could make a trap but also useless sinc mostly they would spawn randomly
“Surrender!” Victor screamed, blood running from a cut on his face. He had been fighting in full flak, but had most likely removed his helmet, then had his face scratched by an argy.
“No.” The leader of the tribe simply said. Victor walked out of the room, and all that could be heard was a gunshot. Arciro winced.
A week later, they returned home. Arciro was going to take a nap,but Slav and Nedti had other plans for him.
“WAKE UP!” Slav yelled in Arciro’s ear. Arciro bolted out of bed, grabbed a pike, accidentally grabbed his dodo, grabbed a pike, and asked them what was going on.
“We control much more territory thanks to the victory against the Reds.” Nedti said, rolling out a map. “But I heard Victor planning to attack the Blues next month.”
“He’s going to dominate the ark!” Arciro said.
“No, he’s not.” Slav replied. We’re going to stop him.
“Nice joke, green obelisk tribe!” The guard laughed. “I see we have some surprise visitors to tonight’s banquet.”
“Kill them.” Victor snarled at Arciro.
“Do it now or I throw you off the volcano.”
Arciro painfully loaded the minigun turret. He got in and fired. He began to see red, and not just from the blood of the guards he had to kill.
“Titanosaurs, attack!” Victor’s chief general Nedti yelled. The titanosaurs busted the metal defenses, and all of a sudden the red obelisk tribe was stampeded by the feet of doom. The titanosaurs had fun on their new stomping grounds, but the Reds were ready to retaliate. They rode their gigas through the damaged, horrible mess of the town. Slav and Nedti came up to Arciro, who was trying to pick off the green obelisk soldiers atop their argys.
“Dont sabotage like that.” Nedti whispered. “It’s too obvious.” She was wearing a full Ghilie suit, and carrying an assault rifle. Slav was decked out in full flak, atop his raptor and carrying a pump action shotgun. He had a giga, an araneo, a gallimimus, a mammoth, and three other raptors trailing him.
“Jeez, dude.” Arciro’s eyes boggled. “Did you bring all your tames.?!”
“Yeah, almost. I left a few at home.”
“Shut up, guys.” Nedti was looking through her spyglass. “They’ve reached the main center building- at the obelisk.”
Arciro hated marching. He hated Victor, and he hated marching. Now, he had to march at Victor’s command, in agony, across the ——ing ARK.
“It’s. A. Peaceful. Tribe.” Arciro rasped, for the five hundredth time.
“Shut up.” Had been the only word “Chief Victor” had said for the past three days as they rode their invasion creatures to the red obelisk. But now, he said something different.
“I need more power.” He snarled. “I need to prove to the world that I am the greatest chief ever.” He took out a Thylacoleo Hook-Claw out of his pocket and pointed it at Arciro. “And if you argue with me one more time, I will not hesitate to kill you.
They arrived at the red obelisk several hours later. A tribesman yelled from the fortress.
“Why are you here, green obelisk tribe?!”
Victor yelled back, “To invade you!”
“A one versus one battle would be good to take my mind off the coronation,” Arciro thought. He used Tigerhorn, his carno, while Slav used Parker, his Araneo.
“Heh! This’ll be easy!” Arciro said.
“Don’t get your hopes up.” Slav replied. He whistled, and in two minutes Tigerhorn was completely immobilized in webbing.
“Nice job, Park.” Slav said. Parker actually said something back to him.
“Oh yeah, I can, um, talk to animals.” He blushed, embarrassed.
“That’s pretty cool.” Arciro said. “How bout another battle next week?”
Slav sighed. “No, I’ve got something important to do. Maybe a few weeks from now.”
A few weeks later, Arciro ran up the main road to Slav’s place. The tribe was in awesome condition, and Victor had been a surprisingly good leader.
Victor, who was talking with Slav about something.
“We’re going to invade the Red Obelisk Tribe.”
“You can’t!” Arciro said. “What about the pact?!”
“I’m chief now, stupid. You do what I say.”
Slav could not believe what he saw in the cave three days ago. Arciro was dead. He was dead, and Victor claimed that he had been killed by megalosaurs.
Speaking of Victor, he had been testing and testing his “Toxicant Tea” for its chemical properties with a scientist named Cenness. The good reputations of the Green Obelisk Tribe had dropped significantly, and Victor had disappeared into his lab for days at a time.
“We have to strike now.” Nedti said, twirling an arrow in her fingers.
“No!” Slav replied. “We can’t kill him. He’s with all those scientists 24/7!”
“Yes, I know that.” Nedti said, “but maybe we can separate him from those scientists.
“You mean kidnap him?”
“And now... a new leader for the glorious Green Obelisk Tribe... Victor Skrake.” Their dad, a feeble but yet still strong old man, handed Victor a tek sword, proof of his leadership of the village. Arciro almost barfed. Everyone else, though, had been falsely charmed by Victor, and the crowd was joyful to see him being crowned.
Except for one person. He was standing beside a raptor, stroking it. Arciro had seen him before, but he didn’t know anything about him other than the rumors that he was strong.
After the coronation, Arciro walked up to the guy with the raptor.
“You’re that idiot’s brother.” The guy said.
“He’s the idiot in the family. I’ve heard you were strong.”
“Yup.” He shrugged. “The name’s Slav.”
“Arciro.” Arciro replied.
“You want to battle?” Slav asked. In their tribe, a challenge like that was a sign of respect.
“Prepare for defeat.” Arciro smiled.
Note: This story takes place approximately 23 years before The Swamp
Warm, warm light. Stupid ARK summers, Arciro thought to himself as he forced himself awake. There was an important meeting today.
As if it was actually important. His idiotic brother Victor was being coronated as chief of their tribe. Hooray. Arciro, who had been born two minutes and seventeen seconds after him, was deemed the “lesser prince.” It was annoying. VERY ANNOYING.
Darkforce, Arciro’s dodo, sat on the edge of his bed and patiently looked at him. His parents had wanted him to tame some more “noble” stuff, like maybe a MURDEROUS GIGA, or a DEATH SPITTING ARTHROPLEURA. Arciro just shrugged, went outside, and tamed a dodo.
Oh, and a Carno named Tigerhorn. And a Titanosaur his father had gifted to him named Chonky Boi (By Victor, of course.) Arciro wasn’t interested in that stuff. He just wanted respect.
And having his brother crowned as chief would not get him any more respect.