How did I get here? Well, I'm glad you asked. But to understand the story, we must go back to the very beginning. To the moment I woke up on a beach, naked and mildly terrified.
Mild terror which would quickly turn into raw, primal fear, I assure you.
I woke up, and the first thing I noticed was this implant on my left wrist, pulsating a soft blue color. I poked it. It flashed under my touch.
Confusion swept over me as I tried to recall how I got here. Nothing. All I knew was that my name was Jack, and I was very, very screwed.
Which I came to realize was very very true when I saw this giant, T-rex looking motherfucker on the other side of the beach from me, with these spikes over where his eyes should've been. Thankfully, he hadn't seen me yet.
So I get up off the beach, brush the sand off myself, and walk the other direction, because fuck that shit. I was not dying to some blind, retarded looking t-rex fuck.
I spent some time walking along the beach. I wish it was a romantic walk with a cute girl. But it was just a long walk of terror, avoiding giant dodo birds and collecting any resources i could find. Hopefully, I could find shelter before night fell.
However, I came across a rather interesting scene. This tiny red, pterodactyl-looking little shit, (which I later learned was actually a pteranodon) was chasing around this tiny, frail looking raptor thing.
The frail raptor thing was clearly toying with him, circling him. The pterodactyl-looking shit was clearly starved, and not doing so hot clearly. I felt a search of kindness, and took the biggest stick I had collected for a campfire later and beat the little raptor to death.
The little bright red Pterodactyl-looking shit offered me a happy little squaw and then started tearing the little raptor's corpse apart. He didn't eat all of it, and nudged the remainder of the corpse towards me, perhaps as a thank you.
It was in that moment that I realized I had made a friend. I built a campfire, and cooked what was left of the little raptor. All the while, the brilliant scarlet pterodactyl-looking shit stayed by my side. (A trait which i wished he wouldve kept into adulthood.)
The raptor tasted like shit. Or maybe I just sucked at cooking. But at least I was a little less hungry.
When I was done, I looked the pterodactyl-looking shit in the eyes. They were beady and black, and even shimmered with some small amount of intelligence.
"I'm going to call you Billy. Okay, Billy?"
Billy only tilted his head, and then his gaze snapped to the right, going still. I may have been stupid as fuck, but I knew Billy must have sensed something. I turned my head to look over, hearing the rustling of bushes. Three little raptor shits stalked out, their little yellow eyes zeroed in on us and the bones of what I presumed to be one of their pack.
The one we just ate.
Then three more came out of the bushes. Fuck.
I scooped Billy up and ran for my life.
Behind us, I could hear the screeches of the little raptor shits sprinting after us. In my head, I was praying to god, thinking holy shit please don't let me get eaten alive by scaly dogs.
And then a shadow passed overhead. Shaped like a dragon. The screeches of the little raptors receeded as they fled. I looked over my shoulder to see a woman on the back of the dragon (which I later learned was called a Wyvern, and that actual dragons are much bigger and a thousand times scarier.)
I stopped running, assuming I was safe. I mean, if she wanted her wyvern to eat me, she would've got the job done already.
"Er... hi," I said, warily approaching, my breathing somewhat ragged after running. Billy squirmed in my arms, trying to get comfortable aftering being shook around as had been running.
"A new comer, ay?" She said with an accent very different from my own. "Gotta watch killin' compys, mate. They're adorable until ya kill one, and always go 'round in packs."
"I'll uh... keep that in mind. Who are you, and where am I?"
"I'm Kiwi. And this place is the Ark."
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