I want to tell you about a lost friend I had in ark, the first ever yuty I tamed, his name was Danny he was high lvl and we did everything togethor he helped me conquer countless foes, bosses, you name it we could have done it, after that I got him some friends to help him out because he started having trouble beating tougher creatures, a few rexs and 4 more yutys, so then I beat the game the beta, and was now going for the alpha dinopithicus king, this was it, it was eithor ascend to a new ark, or fall harder than anybody has, who is to tell if the cards are in my favor but this was it, it was happening, THE final boss of the lost island, I brought all of my worthy companions and we went forth to battle, 13 ten Rex, VERY high lvled in the 800/900 range, all of my yutys, in the 600/800 range, and two megatheriums and a daeodon, I started the boss fight and my gut was second guessing this choice, but it was too late, it had already started, I rode Danny and we went straight to battle not to waste any time, and it was just chaos and madness, bombs fell and there were mini brawls happening everywhere you looked, it was going ok, until the 2nd yuty I tamed dropped dead, and my heart began to sink. This was it I might not make it, I rush in to roar giving the Rex’s more courage, until one of my Rex’s dropped, this one had a LOT of health 200,000 and a VERY good saddle, all of them had ALOT of health and good saddles so if one died, there would be more that came with the lost. We were more than halfway to beating the boss when all the sudden a bomb dropped on my yuty, dropping Danny’s health from 60,000 to 43.000 that is 1/3 of his health, then to Rex came in like freaking bodyguards and destroyed it, the boss was 2/3 to dieing, then 3 more Rex dropped, now I was questioning if this was actually worth it, my favourite dinosaurs were dropping dead, I knew eventually I would fall too, so I rush in to put dmg on the boss occasionally filling my Rex with courage, until I was targeted by the boss, I tried to get away because I was gonna die real quick, and yet again two Rex came then 3 more, then I see another yuty coming, then the boss jumped off the pillar towards me, so I ran but it smacked me dismounted me, terrified I try to find Danny, and I turn around to see him run straight into the boss fight, at the top of the screen I see Danny, has… died and I thought to myself now this is personnel all of the fear inside me for Danny just ran cold reading that text, and nothing but pure rage boiled inside me, nothing was gonna stop me from avenging my best friend, an amargesaurus was attacking me so I shot it point blank with my ascendant sniper, then I ran straight toward a clear area to unload on the boss, and another Rex died because it was singled out, and another yuty named fluffy, ran in and then… we won, I beat lost island, Danny helped me through all of the bosses, and had fallen at the very last boss, he is a true friend, he even though his life was on the line ran straight into battle, he sacrificed himself even though it wasn’t the most logical decision he did it for the best, I still think of him as a hero, his grave rests in a beautiful flower filled beach shore, with a solid stone with his name carved in it, with the others who have fallen there graves stand behind him, he is very special to me, Rest In Peace my dearest friend Danny… one up=A roar for danny. Thanks for whoever actually read this.
If you tame one of these and live on the beach you will never need oil again because these things can outswim almost everything in the ocean and all you have to do is swim to the bottom and quickly mine some oil and then come up again so i recommend leveling up their weight they will be able to carry more oil so I recommend doing this Hehehe get gronked
Hello Everyone! Here's chapter one of my story, if you don't know who I am, I am the one who reads, review achatina story section to find stuff about me, but here it is.
Teeth, Talons, And Tails. The first three years of snowflakes life had been relatively normal, but It would all change when she was four years old.
She was coming home from a hunting session with friends, when she found her mother waiting for her. "Mother? Are you alright?" Snowflake asked her mother, who seemed.. angry? Depressed? She could not tell, "They came.." her mother replied, "And they took your father.." snowflake was distraught, who wouldt attack a Yutyrannus? "Who came?!" "Who took my father?!" Snowflake questioned, " I couldn't tell who or what it was, but it was small and there were many of them
Small? Humans maybe? Direwolfs? No.. direwolfs lived on the other side of the great crater.. humans... probably? They did use weapons to take other creatures.. Her mind was spiraling into confusion.
"Mother, what did they smell like?" She asked, "Hmm it smelled like.. human? Do you think they took your father?" Her mother asked. "I think so."
They never found iceberg, snowflakes father was dubbed missing, and Snowflake vowed to destroy every human settlement in the tundra, she would help her mother, and she would never lose someone to humans ever again.
SO, that was chapter one! Hope you liked it, I'll be writing more on weekends but Victoria day isnthus weekend so maybe not.
Was just in the the middle of taking a level 85 yuti on scorched earth, when he was at 96 percent and ran out of food. So I went to go Kill a paracer with my wyvern to get prime because I was right by red ob. As soon as I land to go kill the paracer, my game had an error and closed the application. Up this if you get kicked off ark all the time for no reason
I think yur story seems great. It’s easy to get better at writing, it just takes time of doing it. I mean, when I wrote my first book, it was a mess. But I slowly progressed to something that at least I can say is pretty nice. And also, yur first Chapter actually wasn’t bad! It seems like it has so much potential and I can’t wait to see if you write more.
One time in lost island, i had a maewing named "hopson" who has 5000hp and 2000stm and i wanted to place a cabin next to my freinds " The reaper tribes" wyvern trap. so i put some fur on, and took hopson to the trap. well, he lived but UNFORTUNATELY, when we got to the snow biome, a yuty and his pack of carnos startet attacking me after i got stuck in the yutys head and they started attacking and attacking and attacking. luckily, the yuty got hopson had enough and, like jesus, he floated through the carnos and the yuty and hopped away safely. we got out alive, and hopson was at 1000 hp. 1 like = 1 sorry
When me and my dad we trying to get tutus fro the bosses in the island, we found a lvl 135 Yuty. It was cold and it was killing everything so it was running around a lot, making it hard to keep track of it and making the trap. My dad had a Rex in a Cryopod so it wasn’t able to be scared. Then when we were getting the lvl 135 Yuty it died, then out of no where a lvl 150 Yuty started attacking the Rex. The Rex got stuck in the trap so we weren’t able to save him, but we got the Yuty.
An old and bulky triceratops walked through the rock-spire forest, the wind blowing against his face, carrying dust with it and limiting his vision. He staggered towards a cliff edge and looked down at the wasteland. A huge, barren expanse littered with tall rock spires and a long river cutting between them. The trike’s name was longhorn, and he was a scavenger. Scavengers were dinosaurs that lived in the rock-spire forest, struggling to find food to survive. Scavengers gathered materials from the rock-spire trees and sold them. It was a dangerous business, as the forest was littered with drops and other obstacles, every month at least four dinosaurs would die working. The rock spire forest was a huge area on the Acarb continent, known for its dangerous heat in certain areas. Longhorn carried on walking, dragging a chunk of meat behind him, eventually, he found who he was looking for...
An orange yutyrannus knelt down in front of a rock spire, chiselling away chunks of it using a small tool between his teeth.
“I’ve got some food for you” Longhorn said as he walked up to the Yuty.
“Thanks” he replied, picking up the meat and gulping it down. “This job drives me mental, I have to use my teeth instead of my arms. My arms are too short”
“Hey, at least you’re not in my situation, I’ve got no arms!” Longhorn joked.
“Yeah I guess” then, they were interrupted by a voice.
using the same google doc for this because im way toolazy to change it
written at 3am yahoo
A Yuty’s Quest Part One aka a dumpster fire
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A roar and a crash.
That’s all Bicker remembered of when her father died.
Bicker doesn’t really care, unlike her older brother. She’d never met him. She wants to meet him, sure, but it’s not at the forefront of her thoughts.
Her mother, Splinter, rarely talks about him, whether it be how he died or the adventures he went on. Bicker had tried to pressure her brother into telling her, seeing as he was a few years older than her and might have some memories, but he would always respond with “he was nice” or “I miss him” and never actually said anything about it.
The only things she knows about him are few; he was killed by humans, and he led the pack. However, nobody talks about what happened. It’s custom to let certain yutys remember the past, and advise the leaders in their decisions, but not even the leader’s children got access to that information. And that infuriates Bicker. She wants to know what happened.
Talking about the past was forbidden. Why? Nobody knew. You aren’t even allowed to talk to the archivists as they might slip up and reveal something. It was f*ing stupid! Whoever thought of this dumbass rule needs to be drowned. Beaten and drowned.
“Pay attention, s*head!!” A rock hit Bicker on the head.
“The f* was that for?” Bicker whipped around to see her little brother taunting her.
“Willow wants our help. You can’t just sit around and daydream all day.”
Bicker grumbled a response and shoved her brother with her tail playfully. “C’mon. What does he need?”
Although Bicker’s little brother, Argent, was only half her size, he acted like he made the rules. His energy had no bounds. He had no rules for himself; always getting into fights and stealing things. Bicker knew that she had taught him that. Even though it was annoying, she was proud of him.
Argent led Bicker to a clearing, where Splinter and Willow sat. “Found her!” He bounded over towards Willow, who had a poorly drawn map made in the snow, accompanied by the occasional rock or stick that Bicker thought was supposed to act as locations or landmarks.
“Bick! You’re here. Uh, we need help with this. You’re the one who’s supposed to know these things.” Willow gestured down to the map, his tail lightly thumping against the snow. He often did that to express a strong emotion, positive or negative. Usually it was worry.
Bicker looked down at the map. She could just barely make out a map of the northeastern sector of Valguero; Willow had placed rocks where important locations are and separated the snow zone from the tundra with a thin twig that was bound to blow away any second. A rock sat just above the stick, their pack’s camp. Smaller rocks were sprinkled across the makeshift map, Bicker didn’t know what most of them were but she could tell where the human tribe was located, somewhere at the southernmost region of the tundra, almost falling off the map. There were a few other things she recognized as well, a few rocks and pebbles indicating other yuty maps or even important camps of other species, such as the mammoths’. Though it was messy and a few of the locations were incorrect.
She looked up at Willow. “What’s this for?”
Willow shrugged and looked over at their mother, who was politely observing the situation. “Maybe I just wanted to create a map. For uh, someone.” His tail twitched. He always did that when he lied. “So, will you help me? You know all the routes for trading and such, can you draw those?”
“If you want to make a map, you’re going to have to do it better than this.” Bicker stomped on the map, the rocks scattering and some snow blowing away.
Willow pouted and looked up at Bicker. “That took me forever.”
Sometimes Bicker felt like she was older than Willow. He acted so stupid and childish. Most of the time, Bicker was jealous of him. He didn’t deserve the title of “oldest”, she did.
Bicker walked away, some snow that was matted on her fur falling and disappearing into the wind. She picked up a somewhat small and flat rock, setting it down near Willow and dusting the snow off. “Think you can work with this?”
Willow simultaneously nodded and shrugged, tilting his head to the side and inspecting the stone. “Yeah, seems easy enough. Thanks.” He stood up and strode over to a small dip in the rock where he stored his things, pulling out a bit of frozen dye (crushed berries scavenged from the northern part of the lake) and walking back to the stone. He scooped up a chunk of crushed tintoberry with his right claws and slapped it onto the stone, painting in the tundra. He grabbed some crushed stimberries and painted in the snow zone, then marked different important areas with narcoberries, azulberries and mejoberries depending on what it was, being guided by Bicker.
Bicker watched him. His movements were careful, his limbs stiff as if he even made one mistake he would go insane. At last he finished, setting it down like it was a priceless artifact. “Mind telling me what it’s for?”
Willow looked up and back to their mother, or where she was. She tends to disappear like that. It’s kind of creepy, Bicker noted.
“Er, I just wanted to make a map. To donate to the archivists.” His tail twitched again. Willow knew she could easily pressure it out of him, but she decided not to.Usually she would poke and prod until he came clean, but today she didn’t. And she wasn’t sure why.
Bicker sighed and looked him in the eye. “You’re a horrible liar.”
Willow didn’t say anything and just looked to the ground. He mumbled something Bicker didn’t catch under his breath before he picked up the stone and walked back to where he slept. Was that all he needed help with? Literally just for her to stand there and tell him that he needs to put his work somewhere a bit more permanent? He really was stupid.
Willow sat down in his little cave, just a rock overhanging a small dip in the dirt. It was sheltered, and although it didn’t look like much it was comfortable. Most yuty’s dont get this pleasure, usually having to share nests in a larger cave, which ends up making everything annoyingly warm. But luckily he was the leader’s son. He would give this cave to another yuty if he could, and he’s tried, but turns out the archivists have more jobs than one. They also record your faults. You could steal prey from another yuty, and you’d get a strike. If you get too many, you’ll be banished. Plain and simple. And apparently trying to be helpful is against the rules, which got him a strike. Willow wondered how his father led in these conditions. It was painful.
He leaned back against the small walls of the cave. It may have been comfortable, but it was lonely. Apparently privacy is something most yutys want, but it leaves Willow nobody to talk to, to connect to. He hated that. Sometimes he imagined himself in a different pack, eating and talking with no restrictions and enjoying himself. But he knew that deep down, all of these crazy rules kept the pack afloat. That’s why their pack was so large and well-known, also thanks to the incredible feats of Furbeak, his father, and probably other leaders in the past. Probably. He wished he knew.
He looked down at the map he had created, it was messy and he wished he could redo it. He hated to lie to his family, especially his sister, but he knew it was necessary. Only he knew what happened to his father, and it hurt to think about. Only he knew that his father was still alive, waiting for someone to help him. He was tamed. Tamed! A dreaded possibility. To be trained and domesticated by humans, creatures even a hatchling could easily decimate, was not only humiliating but it was horrid. Willow imagined Furbeak heading out to war, killing yutys against his own will and a prisoner in his own body. He shuddered. Furbeak could have died, sure, but Willow knows that he’s too stubborn to. And of course, if he was planning on taking him back, then he would need the help of his sister. His mother and brother had to be left out, no matter how much Argent might plead, it’s not safe for him.
Willow thumped his tail softly against the frozen ground. He has a ton of memories of his father, more than most yutys think. He curled up to a ball and stuck his nose in his feathers, wishing that none of this had to happen, wishing that his father was still here to help him through this.
They should add them to ark mobile because if they do along with the wyvern it will make mobile players want to play ark mobile more and if they do add yutys and wyverns to ark mobile it will give players some thing to work towards to tam and there shouldn’t be a tame limit at all. Upbote if you think they should.
A raptor leapt at Ember Claw, but he knocked it off the bridge with its tail. He killed another by snapping its neck with his jaws. He quickly killed the rest, including the alpha, and continued. Eventually, he reached the end of a bridge, a huge gap between the two parts, too wide to jump across.
“Stop right there” a voice growled. Ember Claw turned around to see three Shadowclaw allosaurus, each one baring their teeth.
“Get out of here” Ember Claw snarled. One of them charged, but Ember Claw smashed into them, knocking them off the bridge, they fell down, screaming, until it went silent. The other one ran towards him, but he moved out of the way just in time and bit onto its neck until it suffocated and fell to the floor. The alpha charged at him and knocked him backwards off the edge. Ember Claw fell, down, down and down, until he struck the water with a splash.
Once there was an ark, it was the same as all the other arks, until it malfunctioned. The ark began to move away from the others and collided with an unknown planet. All the creatures of the ark ventured out onto this alien planet, where some of them began evolving, changing, creating new species...
“Show your self Lightclaw!” The baryonyx ordered, “or I’ll kill one of you!” She rushed forwards and grabbed Longhorn by the frill and dragged him away, pinning him to the ground.
“NO!!” Ember claw yelled.
“Don’t do it”, Longhorn whispered. But Ember Claw stepped forward and revealed himself.
“My name is Emberclaw, I’m the last Lightclaw, let them go” The baryonyx chuckled and ripped open Longhorn’s throat.
“NOOOOO!!!!” Ember Claw screamed.
“Kill them all, let me deal with the Lightclaw” she ordered. The raptors leapt forward and pinned down the other dinosaurs, brutally killing each one of them. A tear rolled down his cheek (if dinosaurs can cry) as the raptors walked away and he faced the Baryonyx.
“I am Longsnout, the leader of the Shadowclaws.”
“And I am Ember Claw, the last Lightclaw, let this be a fight to the death”
“Right, we need to get to the Onagob continent.” Shadow Walker, the therizinosaur told him.
“How?” Ember Claw asked.
“This house is on the back of a mosa travelling at the surface of the water” a voice told him, and a green diplocaulus walked in.
“Who are you?” He asked.
“I’m Slime Back, and I don’t trust you” Slime Back told him.
“I’ve never been to Onagob before, I’ve lived my whole life back on the Acarb continent, although I know I was born somewhere else, I just can’t remember where” Ember Claw said.
“Well, enough of this talking, let’s just get to Onagob, you two can do whatever you want there, and I’ll just stay here, where it’s safe, and away from you” Slime Back golf them, glaring at Ember Claw. They all agreed that it was a good idea, and set off to Onagob.
Ember Claw smashed into the baryonyx, and they wrestled, Ember Claw seemed to have the advantage, and soon he was winning. Then, he got her to the edge, and she fell off. Ember Claw stared down at the baryonyx falling through the air, suddenly, a tapejara appeared and and grabbed her, before dropping her on the back of a large quetz. She stared up at Ember Claw and smiled, before the quetz flew away. He cursed, and turned to the pile of dead bodies.
‘I must avenge them’ he thought to himself as he looked down at Longhorns dead body.
Ember Claw grabbed the raptor and threw it towards a rock spire, killing it. Ember claw had been ambushed by Shadowclaw raptors, and it occurred to him they wouldn’t stop. Eventually he stopped the raptors and ran across the great bridge, a huge bridge between two rock-spires, but met another pack, but then another raptor stepped forward, the alpha...