You think living on an island of dinosaurs would badass. You think this would be a tale of beating up a t-rex with nothing but your own two hands and a lot of skill. You think it would lead to some deep revelation about the Human race and their will to survive. But no, that's all bullshit.

Actually that's a lie I know someone who beat up a t-rex. We'll get to that part soon though, I promise.

Really, this is an account of trekking across dangerous lands, slaying giant monsters, and almost dying more times than I can count. All in the name of saving this fucking Ptera named Billy.

An Ark fan fiction recounting most of the time I've spent playing the game. I die a lot.