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His whole body ached, ravaged by time and years of hard living. His head was mass of scars, his prey seldom went down without a fight, but they always went down.
Still, for an animal supposed to be dead for dead for two hundred million years, the bull Postosuchus was doing well. He has little understanding what happened to him, one day he was living in the late Triassic, the next, in the 21st century.
His world was turned upside down. Tiny flying dinosaurs swarmed in the sky, while strange long-limbed, fleet-footed synapsids ran across the earth. But strangest of all were the myriad buildings, roads and cars, totally alien to him and full of the scent of a strange synapsid. The smell was everywhere, and lingered for years, but he never found one.
Still, strange as this world was he still needed to eat. For a month he subsisted on meat found in shops and homes, trapped pets and their carcasses and bodies not yet tainted with preservatives in morgues and funeral homes.
He traveled south, though this was the same land he had walked millions of years ago, it was much changed, cool, dry and high.
As he traveled he found he was not alone, other Postosuchus had found themselves cast away in time, as had other animals from the Triassic. Many of the herbivores were weak from hunger, unable to feet on the strange plants of the 21st century.
Eventually he arrived at King Ranch and found a place to call home. Cattle and Triassic refugees provided him with easy pickings as he adjusted to this new world.
Two decades later the world has changed greatly. Humanity will cast a long shadow, but already the earth is reclaiming their works. Roads crumble, cars rust into hulks while cities fall into ruins.
The bull has fed well, having brought down a young Collared Peccary only two days ago. He walks down to the old reservoir, dropping to all fours to drink, pushing aside the blooming water hyacinth that almost totally cover the water's surface. After a drink he slides into the water to escape the midday heat, resting his head on the bank.
Alligators live here, but they are mostly younger animals and they all give him a wide-berth. Drowsing, he watches his kingdom. A herd of bovids soon arrive, some clearly bison, others clearly cattle, most some blend of the two. They drink quickly, wary of an ambush and then leave to graze.
Whistleing ducks punt along the waters, calling to one another. In the shallows the snow white egrets are joined by a speckled juvenile Coelophysis. She hasn't seen them, but a flock of turkeys dither at the waters edge, thirsty but fearful. The Coelophysis gives up without catching anything and stalks off into the woods.
The turkeys rush get a drink before being scattered by a battle. The bull perks up at the scent of blood. Two Nilgai males are fighting, the stronger one pushing the other closer to the stream. The males kneels and jostle, smacking each other with their heads.
The bull pulls forward, disturbing the crown of butterflies that had been sipping his tears. If he were to strike now he could catch one of the Nilgai before...
SMACK
A black shape crashes into him, he turns to bite the attacker and sharp claws grapple him. Whatever it he's going to...
CRUNCH
He never sees what attacks him. Death is instant. Postosuchus are huge, with vicious crushing jaws and thick armour. But they are no match for a Jaguar. As the black panther drags the carcass away from the water the Nilgai fight on, unaware a new king has arrived.
I count myself as British when it suits me. -Ddraig Goch A magical beast that shits lightning in the name of the Warsaw Pact. -Kamineigh My friend was about to date this girl and then found out she was his second cousin. -Jasonguppy In its 4,600 year history, men from all eras, places and classes have been entering into the Library: from the ancient bearded sages of Sumeria and Chaldea, to the sober-minded Academics and Zoologists of the Victorian era, to the great warlord Cletus, an inbred hillbilly who just happened to be carrying his AR-15 around his County's Strip-Mall library. -Flashman63 Don't underestimate dials sexual advice, if you do get with her, it will be a lot easier than finding Japanese for blowjob. -Seascorpion I once dreamed I was trying to steal a flamingo. The flamingo was oddly calm about the whole situation. -Velociraptor It's just one species(Homo sapiens) on one little planet that I don't get along with... -Russwallac WITH OR WITHOUT NUTS? -Kamineigh Somewhere in heaven, a very groggy, very confused angel has just woken up and is trying to figure out why a boisterous Australian man is poking it with a stick. -Zihuatanejo Wait...you didn't urinate today did you? -Lamna Everybody knows people are 100% gay and anyone who claims not to be is in the closet. -Colddigger I regret everything I ever did and said. Ever. -KomradeWatcher Clearly, you have to start with the element that doesn't have any protons at all. -Kamineigh I will refer to her as Shelob, and hope she doesn't eat Fred. -Monster An Admantus has multiple forms, one of which is a derived hoatzin, or a floating cetacean. -OlympianMaster Soup is the spawn of Satan. -OlympianMaster Gosh you guys, 12 is the age for coke, not smokes. -Colddigger Why has Trex841 forsaken us? -Sheather I'll hit you in the armpit if you change your avatar. -Lamna And this is what the big one calls a 'camera'. Do smile politely, Alex. -Sheather's birb You are dunked in the vat of reverse-aging goo until you fit the criteria. -Holben the Popshroom is something of a counterpart to Nitwhite's endlessly ascending murderpigeons. -Sayornis And then a tree grew out of my desk. -Malicious Monkey All hail robo-Stalin. -Mr. Mysterio The greater risk involved in getting greater-cat droppings might also, in itself, make them more valued. -Sayornis Honestly Livyatan was worse than Parasky. -The Heretic Flisch.
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Old Guard have powers? -Dr. Nitwhite The same that crotchety old people do. Age. -Ivan_The_Inedible
You know extra limbs, the epitome of fashion. -Stealth Rock You'd totally screw people up if you somehow shortened or lengthened their arms. -Flisch
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Are you sure it's not just an eldritch wang? -Stealth_Rock 9 times out of 10, it usually is just an eldritch wang. -Mr. Mysterio
How many birthdays do you even HAVE?!
Well is it your UnBirthday! -Ivan_The_Inedible No... in a couple of months, however. -Dapper Man
Glarn, don't fuck the cave baboons. -Mr. Mysterio ANswer to every question thrown at you: crush a town with a burning meteor. -thatdudeun0 Oh, come on, I knew I should have gone with the pedophiles! -Trex841 You said fucking wot about Duecideye? -Dr. Nitwhite Therefore, hell and heaven must both be filled with camels. -Sphenodon What the fuck is an isopod doing in Hawaii? -Glarnboudin Fun fact: Whenever you learn something new, you are slowly approaching omniscience. -Flisch Specula existed as a top secret military project, that resulted in the creation of such beings as Lamna and Parasky, who were to be used in the war against Ba Sing Se. Eventually though, they ended up created Fakey, and they attempted to terminate it. Livyatan made the mistake of trying to save it, and he released the experiments from their containment, giving rise to the forum as we know it today. -Komrade Watcher We will not have fun here! We are talking about the scientific viability of adorable monsters that you keep in balls and use to fight other 10-year-olds' monsters for money and glory! THIS IS SEWIOUS -Glarnboudin I'd have mixed feelings about killing Parasky. -Hangingthief. They won that game, btw, as foretold by the ALL SEEING BIRD. -CanidaeSkull from tumblr Join with us, in the Illumi-Spec-y. -Ivan_The_Inedible I need him for totally legal things. Definitley not mass-cloning. -Ivan_The_Inedible Is normal a good word to describe any of us? -Dragon
Who will know?
Truly a god of abject pain and suffering.
ESPECIALLY after what Parasky did to him.
In case of Spec-destroying emergency, post in the enclosed thread.
Thanks, don't know whether I'll cover more of the planet now it's been abandoned with a bunch of Triassic fauna, have a look into the future, or see what happened to all the people.
"My armour is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath death!"
Gender:
What is a gender? A miserable pile of secrets!
I highly doubt that a Postosuchus would get owned by a jaguar that easily. They could match the cat pretty easily in terms of muscle mass, and the armor would be quite the hassle.
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OctoSharkTaSaurus: WELP. HELL-O-PHANTS IT IS. Kamineigh: I was six and I had started having fantasies about this old crone dying. Sometimes by my own hand. YOU'RE DOING SOMETHING HORRIBLY WRONG IF A SIX-YEAR OLD WANTS TO KILL YOU WITH THE SAME HANDS HE JUST USED TO MAKE A BLOCK TOWER. Parasky: No, he's right, they have a medical grade walrus at most hospitals for that sort of thing. Mr Mysterio, regarding yours truly: I'm learning things about you that I'm not sure I wanted to know. HangingThief: An otologist is only as good as his walrus Stealth_Rock: We have a discord for double penetration? Ichthyander: If your eyelids are massive enough to significantly affect the path of light in space, it is time to go sleep. Mr Mysterio: Glarn-Glarn, don't... don't fuck the cave baboons. Kamineigh: They lacked wings. Instead, they went around in modified pilot's gear and beat the shit out of people using maces. Parasky: No! We will not calm down! This is a serious argument over whether or not some long dead animal is in any way similar to a group of modern animals that they are descended from! THIS. IS. SEWIOUS. Lamna: Obvious typo, I'm never going to be popular in Belgium. Trex841: Interesting point. Valid counterpoint. Self-obsessed psychotic rant. Parasky: No ties. Begin genetically modifying crows until we have organisms that roughly resemble those in the competition, and then have them fight to the death to see who wins this competition. Alternatively, Cephalian and SabrWolf could fight to the death. But at the end of the day something will be fighting to the death for my amusement to determine the winner. Yellowdrakex: Is it alright to have an irrational fear of gliding snakes? They're snakes. FROM ABOVE. Kamineigh: See, you wouldn't be in this mess if you began a bloody revolution every time your leaders showed to unsatisfactory. Zihuatanejo: Somewhere in heaven, a very groggy, very confused angel has just woken up and is trying to figure out why a boisterous Australian man is poking it with a stick. Komodo: I'm sorry but in what alternative universe would thousands of zebras be sent back in time by some sort of illegal time travel group to change history and preparing them by making gigantic working animatronic allosaurs? Seriously, why? Parasky: Maybe y'all should move to America, where you can flex your freedom muscles. Sir Spookums: It's a game about children catching super powered monsters, stuffing them in tiny balls, and battling other strangers' monsters. What about that makes sense in regards to anything, mister Kam? Des Orages: Yi qi. Just when you think you've seen it all, nature screws us over once more. Kaminiegh: This is clearly an inaccurate statement. I'd never challenge the authority of an admin... Unless Paraksytron stubbed his toe and fell over. THEN I, STARSCREIGHM, WILL BECOME THE NEW LEADER OF OF THE DE-SPECU-CONS! Dragon: Is normal a good word to use for describing any of us? Velociraptor: I once dreamed I was trying to steal a flamingo. The flamingo was oddly calm about the whole situation. Kaminiegh: THAT'S IT, I'M KINKSHAMING. Flashman63: In its 4,600 year history, men from all eras, places and classes have been entering into the Library: from the ancient bearded sages of Sumeria and Chaldea, to the sober-minded Academics and Zoologists of the Victorian era, to the great warlord Cletus, an inbred hillbilly who just happened to be carrying his AR-15 around his County's Strip-Mall library. OctoSharktasaurus: Well, uh, it's a pseudo-tripedal, terrestrial subcontinental Madagascan Beaked Whale... Is that not obvious? It literally says it blatantly. Holben: Did you not add lamb's blood to your fruit juice and the crushed bones of an englishman to your salsa? It's not authentic if you don't. Kaminiegh: Shut up, Hybrid, stop ruining my chances of time-travelling and getting some Neanderthal tail! Mr Mysterio: Except maybe Canada. If ever there was a country that was hiding secret reserves of powerful alien technology, it's probably mine. HangingThief: If you answered mainly "yes," you are most likely a salamander. Unfortunately it is becoming harder and harder to tell these days. Monster: In vaguely related news, I've developed a fear of my sewing machine. WHAT ARE YOU STRANGE NEEDLEBEAST Mynxi: He sowed the seed, I merely pissed on it and saw what grew. Beetleboy: The moral of the story: never trust a catfish. Parasky: Speaking of original, note to self: write erotic classical Chinese literature fan fiction Bromance of the Three Kingdoms under pseudonym Tuck Chingle. Little: Starting playing DND, took all of an hour of gameplay until a yuri love-triangle was initiated. And no, it was not my fault. Corecin: If this is your first time with a lesbian love triangle in a DnD game than you don't even have to specify that you're starting out. Octo: Oh no now Little will enlighten with the deep and complex subject that is hentai lore. Beetleboy: It shows what kind of person I am that I'm seeking crush advice on a forum about creating fictional organisms. Corecin: I am not in the mood for looking up yuri because then the FBI agent monitoring my computer will judge me with reckless abandon. Blue_Komrade: Excuse me sir I am going to have to see if you have your membership card to the Misanthrope Club. Parasky: Ultimately, by the miracle of microbiology and biochemistry, I have accidentally added an additional month to my brew and created a Bavarian style hefeweizen rather than the American style wheat beer I planned, despite technically not having the correct ingredients. However because I wrote down what I did wrong its not a mistake it's actually science. Rebirth: I can't be the only one curious about what would happen if you spayed and neutered a male antechinus before it reached sexual maturity. Ebervalius: Laws? What kind of spooky cuckery is that? Parasky: Ah see, but that's just the thing, you thought that I thought that you thought that I had said you hadn't read it, when really I had said that you had said that you thought that I thought that you hadn't read it. So really it's Flisch's fault.
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Evolutionary Continuum: Jurassic Safari: An adventure 65 million years in the making continues. The Future is Altered: When man plays God, he plays to win.
Alternative Evolution: The Extended Jurassic: The time of the titans extends through the Cretaceous Xensaron: Second chance for the strange
The Habitable Zone: Bellator: A World at War Pentrex: The five worlds of the five champions of the dinosaur world, together at last.
Alternate Universes: Terra Venatus: Where fantasy comes to life Terra Incognita: Planet Earth, now with 150% more pulp! Sol and its Surrounding Worlds: A Guide to the Organisms and Peoples of the Solar System (Companion to Terra Incognita) Guide to the Ark: ???
I don't want to turn this into Carnivora, but Jaguar are hardcore and could absolutely kill a Postosuchus in an ambush. Jaguars regularity hunt caiman, crunch though turtle shells. They killed glyptodonts by biting their skills and piercing their brains.
Tortoise eaten by a Jaguar
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Glyptodon skull with two Jaguar sized holes punched through it.
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In a fight, maybe the outcome would be different. But in hunt? Jaguar are powerful animals that hunt pretty much anything worth eating in their environment.
Forum user Uncanny Gemstar drew what is supposed to be a me. Thanks!
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As they walk in, they're greeted by a small, poorly kept pathway leading to a poorly constructed Japanese-style gate. Behind this, a small field made up of corn, rice, wheat, potatoes, among other plants is contrasted by large piles of books, as well as a few rather out of place looking laptops. Off in the corner, a small woman, with long, striped, and strikingly colorful socks, no shoes, unremarkable denim shorts, a large, fancy black coat, arm warmers, glasses, a tuque, and somewhat unkempt, mid-length blue-and-pink-streaked red hair, is rummaging through a trash bin, located behind a sign saying "employees only". She continues this for a while (walking behind a wall to change her outfit now and then), until one of her visitors coughs. Startled, she looks up, apologizes, and grabs a handful of textbooks and novels before daintily running off to join them.
What, you want me to tell you what these mean?
Predenterra The (Lost) Lost World The Standing World
Read First
Clarifications on my sex and gender Sorry if I come off as rude, I don't put much thought into word choice sometimes. I'm also super prone to editing my posts, sometimes multiple times, in the minutes following posting. For the love of god, take my posts from my earlier days on the forum with a grain of salt. I was not particularly knowledgeable or mature back then. Some of them are so cringe-worthy I can't even bring myself to look at them.
Words Maybe
Great Words
Words To Spec By
It would have to be something extremely alien, pushing the limits of our imagination. But those are always my favorite kinds of life. ~~The Words of The Xenologist
Words To Live By
Ignorance is never insulting if you're willing to learn, we're all ignorant about most things. ~~The Words of Lamna
Words I Live By
Yeah, and even if you don't agree with creationists on that concept, that doesn't mean they can't be decent people. I have friends who are creationist (possibly even young earth) that I get along with fine in general life. I don't think they're right of course, but that doesn't make them intellectual degenerates. ~~The Words of forbidden3
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jman123
Ass-breathing fish-lizards? Sounds like a punk rock band
Sheather
"Holy fucking shit a toilet paper roll! Our favorite thing!"
Urufumarukai
Tyrannosaurus aquastronka
Kamineigh
Myo, if you don't stop reading the YouTube comments...
Lamna
Are you saying what I think you're saying?
Sheather bathes in cum?
Cephylus
And last night I dreamed I was blowing up a Kindergarten with a grenade launcher for no particular reason...
revin
Oh, and of course more people get killed by selfies than by sharks. Of course.
The smell of rotting flesh really kills my appetite, surprising, but the visual appearance of corpses makes me hungry. Is that weird?
Ebervalius
I mean, let us say I'm a genderfluid blurflux demi-romantic woman who is sexually attracted to men, but only if they are Melanesian and have a voice like that of Nicholas Cage. Okay, so what?
trex841
When I first saw that picture, I thought you were dissecting a condom.
Mr Mysterio
All hail Robo-Stalin.
Peashyjah
Seems like everything in this project is now dead.
Stealth Rock
Seagulls are pretty much trees, right?
Watcher
We all must finish chapters of our lives to go on to the next. Sometime this means leaving behind versions of ourselves that don't want to die.
Yiqi15
For April fool's, we had to make an orgasm that resembled a human foot.
Flisch
im the black market
CaledonianWarrior96
He was a skater birb, she said tweet you later birb
Most People at Some Point
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Some dude called plucas1 from Youtube comments
Funny, isn't it, that our world needs Clark Kent a lot more than Superman.
Xenoblade Chronicles
Even though he is our creator, that does not afford him the right to take our lives on a whim. But that is the thinking of a homs. He is a god. Such morals cannot apply to gods. So you think we should just shut up and die?! If that is the fate decided by a god. You are mistaken if you think we will simply accept such a fate and wait to die. We'll never stop fighting. Not till the end. To Zanza, the outcome is the same. Thus your logic is flawed.
Hades - Kid Icarus Uprising
When freaky aliens give you lemons, make freaky alien lemonade.
Kid Icarus Uprising
But Souls are delicious. They're like bacon - they taste good on anything. But if you eat them, you completely remove them from existence! They can't move on or... or be reincarnated! Huh. I never really gave it much thought. Besides, what do you mean by reincarnation anyway? You know, being reborn as someone or something else. Which means different body, different memories, different experiences, yes? So isn't being reborn as "something else" the same as being "removed from existence"? I... I... eating souls isn't right! That depends on your definition of "right". All living things survive by eating other living things. So what? You're a god. You should be above all that! Gods are above living things, which doesn't necessarily mean we care about them.
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"My armour is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath death!"
Gender:
What is a gender? A miserable pile of secrets!
Hang on; I looked up how big Postosuchus was, and as it turns out, I was imagining it as being quite a bit bigger than it really was-around the same size as Saurosuchus. My mistake.
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OctoSharkTaSaurus: WELP. HELL-O-PHANTS IT IS. Kamineigh: I was six and I had started having fantasies about this old crone dying. Sometimes by my own hand. YOU'RE DOING SOMETHING HORRIBLY WRONG IF A SIX-YEAR OLD WANTS TO KILL YOU WITH THE SAME HANDS HE JUST USED TO MAKE A BLOCK TOWER. Parasky: No, he's right, they have a medical grade walrus at most hospitals for that sort of thing. Mr Mysterio, regarding yours truly: I'm learning things about you that I'm not sure I wanted to know. HangingThief: An otologist is only as good as his walrus Stealth_Rock: We have a discord for double penetration? Ichthyander: If your eyelids are massive enough to significantly affect the path of light in space, it is time to go sleep. Mr Mysterio: Glarn-Glarn, don't... don't fuck the cave baboons. Kamineigh: They lacked wings. Instead, they went around in modified pilot's gear and beat the shit out of people using maces. Parasky: No! We will not calm down! This is a serious argument over whether or not some long dead animal is in any way similar to a group of modern animals that they are descended from! THIS. IS. SEWIOUS. Lamna: Obvious typo, I'm never going to be popular in Belgium. Trex841: Interesting point. Valid counterpoint. Self-obsessed psychotic rant. Parasky: No ties. Begin genetically modifying crows until we have organisms that roughly resemble those in the competition, and then have them fight to the death to see who wins this competition. Alternatively, Cephalian and SabrWolf could fight to the death. But at the end of the day something will be fighting to the death for my amusement to determine the winner. Yellowdrakex: Is it alright to have an irrational fear of gliding snakes? They're snakes. FROM ABOVE. Kamineigh: See, you wouldn't be in this mess if you began a bloody revolution every time your leaders showed to unsatisfactory. Zihuatanejo: Somewhere in heaven, a very groggy, very confused angel has just woken up and is trying to figure out why a boisterous Australian man is poking it with a stick. Komodo: I'm sorry but in what alternative universe would thousands of zebras be sent back in time by some sort of illegal time travel group to change history and preparing them by making gigantic working animatronic allosaurs? Seriously, why? Parasky: Maybe y'all should move to America, where you can flex your freedom muscles. Sir Spookums: It's a game about children catching super powered monsters, stuffing them in tiny balls, and battling other strangers' monsters. What about that makes sense in regards to anything, mister Kam? Des Orages: Yi qi. Just when you think you've seen it all, nature screws us over once more. Kaminiegh: This is clearly an inaccurate statement. I'd never challenge the authority of an admin... Unless Paraksytron stubbed his toe and fell over. THEN I, STARSCREIGHM, WILL BECOME THE NEW LEADER OF OF THE DE-SPECU-CONS! Dragon: Is normal a good word to use for describing any of us? Velociraptor: I once dreamed I was trying to steal a flamingo. The flamingo was oddly calm about the whole situation. Kaminiegh: THAT'S IT, I'M KINKSHAMING. Flashman63: In its 4,600 year history, men from all eras, places and classes have been entering into the Library: from the ancient bearded sages of Sumeria and Chaldea, to the sober-minded Academics and Zoologists of the Victorian era, to the great warlord Cletus, an inbred hillbilly who just happened to be carrying his AR-15 around his County's Strip-Mall library. OctoSharktasaurus: Well, uh, it's a pseudo-tripedal, terrestrial subcontinental Madagascan Beaked Whale... Is that not obvious? It literally says it blatantly. Holben: Did you not add lamb's blood to your fruit juice and the crushed bones of an englishman to your salsa? It's not authentic if you don't. Kaminiegh: Shut up, Hybrid, stop ruining my chances of time-travelling and getting some Neanderthal tail! Mr Mysterio: Except maybe Canada. If ever there was a country that was hiding secret reserves of powerful alien technology, it's probably mine. HangingThief: If you answered mainly "yes," you are most likely a salamander. Unfortunately it is becoming harder and harder to tell these days. Monster: In vaguely related news, I've developed a fear of my sewing machine. WHAT ARE YOU STRANGE NEEDLEBEAST Mynxi: He sowed the seed, I merely pissed on it and saw what grew. Beetleboy: The moral of the story: never trust a catfish. Parasky: Speaking of original, note to self: write erotic classical Chinese literature fan fiction Bromance of the Three Kingdoms under pseudonym Tuck Chingle. Little: Starting playing DND, took all of an hour of gameplay until a yuri love-triangle was initiated. And no, it was not my fault. Corecin: If this is your first time with a lesbian love triangle in a DnD game than you don't even have to specify that you're starting out. Octo: Oh no now Little will enlighten with the deep and complex subject that is hentai lore. Beetleboy: It shows what kind of person I am that I'm seeking crush advice on a forum about creating fictional organisms. Corecin: I am not in the mood for looking up yuri because then the FBI agent monitoring my computer will judge me with reckless abandon. Blue_Komrade: Excuse me sir I am going to have to see if you have your membership card to the Misanthrope Club. Parasky: Ultimately, by the miracle of microbiology and biochemistry, I have accidentally added an additional month to my brew and created a Bavarian style hefeweizen rather than the American style wheat beer I planned, despite technically not having the correct ingredients. However because I wrote down what I did wrong its not a mistake it's actually science. Rebirth: I can't be the only one curious about what would happen if you spayed and neutered a male antechinus before it reached sexual maturity. Ebervalius: Laws? What kind of spooky cuckery is that? Parasky: Ah see, but that's just the thing, you thought that I thought that you thought that I had said you hadn't read it, when really I had said that you had said that you thought that I thought that you hadn't read it. So really it's Flisch's fault.
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Evolutionary Continuum: Jurassic Safari: An adventure 65 million years in the making continues. The Future is Altered: When man plays God, he plays to win.
Alternative Evolution: The Extended Jurassic: The time of the titans extends through the Cretaceous Xensaron: Second chance for the strange
The Habitable Zone: Bellator: A World at War Pentrex: The five worlds of the five champions of the dinosaur world, together at last.
Alternate Universes: Terra Venatus: Where fantasy comes to life Terra Incognita: Planet Earth, now with 150% more pulp! Sol and its Surrounding Worlds: A Guide to the Organisms and Peoples of the Solar System (Companion to Terra Incognita) Guide to the Ark: ???
"Let's get stupid loud!" from SMFA. "You can't brush your damn teeth without a damn hook!!! " from Squidbillies..............
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Sounds like he's turned in an dream world or maybe an coma.
Discontinued projects: The New Ostracoderms (i might continue with this project again someday) The Americas (where in 58 million years from now in the future North and South America has both become isolated island continents)
All Expansions (my attempt at expanding the universe of All Tomorrows by Nemo Ramjet aka C.M. Kosemen, started June 6, 2018) Anthropozoic (my attempt at expanding the universe of Man After Man and also a re-imagining of it, coming 2019 or 2020) New Cenozoica (my attempt at expanding the universe of The New Dinosaurs and also a re-imagining of it, also coming 2019 or 2020) All Alternatives or All Changes (a re-telling of All Tomorrows but with some minor and major "changes", coming June 10, 2018)
The boar grunts contently to himself as he tears apart the bramble patch using his tusks and beak.
The grunts were once a contact call to make sure his mothers and aunts knew where he was and that he was safe, but it has been a year since he was chased away from his herd.
Since then he has been alone, as most young Plore do. Plore are are Kannemeyeriiform Dicynodonts, related to the famous Placerias, unknown to science. His is a large species, one of the last of the great mammal-like-reptiles. His kind are dwindling, but his species story is not a tragedy. In another time they would thrive, in low densities across much of Gondwana. His line would continue right up to the End Triassic Extinction, indeed a small population would cling on until the Sinemurian.
But this is not that time, and his kind have another fate.
He tears into the blackberries, snipping off tender young leaves and plucking fruit with a delicacy you might not expect from a 800 kg animal. Once he has exhausted the easy to reach shoots and berries he wanders off, leaving the ever growing mass of tangled thorns behind.
He stops at a gnarled old ginko tree to scratch, squeezing between the aerial roots. The itching is somewhat lessened, but a scratch won't dislodge the half dozen botfly embedded in his skin. Not every part of the new world forming is as pleasant as blackberries.
On the wind he catches and intriguing scent, a sow Plore. He follows the trail cautiously, his mother and aunts would not take kindly to his return. Once he realizes it it a unrelated Plore, and alone, he picks up the pace.
Pushing through the seed ferns and tomatoes he find her in a clearing. She is a very small Plore, with tusks that are barely visible, but to a young boar who has been alone for months, she is beautiful. He approaches carefully, everting his penis and urinating on his belly and on the ground. She seems cautious at first, but approaches and starts nuzzling his face. She is not in season, but he is too excited and mounts her anyway.
The sound of the female's chain clanking, following by the loud grunting of Plore mating alerts the sentry. He stands up and freezes. His spear is is more of a glorified walking stick. For a moment he is distracted by the special of a tonne and a half of grunting, snorting synapsid sex.
The he remembers his job, and brings the gilded ammonite shell to his lips, calling out to the hunters. The boar Plore dismounts and starts looking for the source of the noise. The man panics, and launches his spear at the Plore. His aim is good, his power is not. The small scratch just infuriates the boar, the man turns to run as the boar tears through the brush like a bulldozer, slamming into the mans legs. He screams as the Plore rips through his tunic, goring and biting into his back.
The Plore flips over the terrified servant and is about to disembowel him when the Hill Barbarian arrives. She screams, her steel spear glittering like ice. The Plore pauses, and sees the bushes shake as more of the hunters descend upon him. The boar's kind have only known humans for a a blink of an eye in evolutionary terms, but he knows that flight is better when outnumbered, abandoning his prize and his mate as he runs through the undergrowth.
Humans are slow and ungainly in forests, he can bull through the tangled weeds and knock aside fallen trees, but humans are relentless. Pterosaurs swoop down to take advantage of chaos he leaves in his wake, snatching up lizards and invertebrates.
He bursts into the bright sunshine only to see animal he is entirely unfamiliar with, a living mountain. The Sea Princess has brought with her a Zira, a titanic Prosauropod, bigger than the largest theropods.
He freezes, giving Patrician in the howdah plenty of time to shoot him with her crossbow. The boar stumbles, the bolt passing clean through his body. The Sea Princess follows up with an arrow from her bow. The arrow lodges in his skull as he slumps to the ground. The last thing he sees is the Hill Barbarian burst from the woods, whooping and hollering as she readies her spear for the coup de grâce.
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What is a gender? A miserable pile of secrets!
Is this entire project going to be the last moments of various animals? Granted, these are written extremely well, but I'd like to see more than just one or two species of animals at a time.
Also, I'm stoked to see what protorosaurs will evolve into here.
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This is a serious argument over whether or not some long dead animal is in any way similar to a group of modern animals that they are descended from! THIS. IS. SEWIOUS. Lamna: Obvious typo, I'm never going to be popular in Belgium. Trex841: Interesting point. Valid counterpoint. Self-obsessed psychotic rant. Parasky: No ties. Begin genetically modifying crows until we have organisms that roughly resemble those in the competition, and then have them fight to the death to see who wins this competition. Alternatively, Cephalian and SabrWolf could fight to the death. But at the end of the day something will be fighting to the death for my amusement to determine the winner. Yellowdrakex: Is it alright to have an irrational fear of gliding snakes? They're snakes. FROM ABOVE. Kamineigh: See, you wouldn't be in this mess if you began a bloody revolution every time your leaders showed to unsatisfactory. 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THEN I, STARSCREIGHM, WILL BECOME THE NEW LEADER OF OF THE DE-SPECU-CONS! Dragon: Is normal a good word to use for describing any of us? Velociraptor: I once dreamed I was trying to steal a flamingo. The flamingo was oddly calm about the whole situation. Kaminiegh: THAT'S IT, I'M KINKSHAMING. Flashman63: In its 4,600 year history, men from all eras, places and classes have been entering into the Library: from the ancient bearded sages of Sumeria and Chaldea, to the sober-minded Academics and Zoologists of the Victorian era, to the great warlord Cletus, an inbred hillbilly who just happened to be carrying his AR-15 around his County's Strip-Mall library. OctoSharktasaurus: Well, uh, it's a pseudo-tripedal, terrestrial subcontinental Madagascan Beaked Whale... Is that not obvious? It literally says it blatantly. Holben: Did you not add lamb's blood to your fruit juice and the crushed bones of an englishman to your salsa? It's not authentic if you don't. 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When should I set the time period for the project proper? 100 million years after the human arrive? Or perhaps later, in the present?
If I want to do intelligent life, maybe 100 million years is too short, but if I set in the present, I have a whole other mass extinction to shake things up.
Life on land is complex, dinosaurs "dominate", but in a different way to in reality, and with more competition. In this world "Dinosaur" would probably be used in reference to saurischians, which do everything from multi-tonne herbivores to tiny flyers snatching insects. Ornithischians, by contrast, mostly stay small, agile bipeds.
After them are the posthumans, which have evolved into a variety of complex forms including some quite large ones, though none weigh more than a tonne.
After them are the pterosaurs, crocodylomorphs and squamates. Pterosaurs are going to be just as important as in reality, but the others will be filling a much bigger role.
Finally the other synapsids. Humans domesticating Plore helps dicynodont survive the end Triassic and thrive again, playing a bit part, but still around. Other mammaliaformes will still be around, but whether posthumans push them to the fringes or if the can continue much as normal.
I also have to figure out what plants are going to do. Humans bring along lots of seeds in the guts, and if nothing else brambles are going to survive.
I'm also wondering, if I leave it too long posthumans are going to just end up being mammals, with nothing to suggest they were ever human at all?
Well, technically any non-sapient post humans will still be human in the cladistics sense, but it's quite likely they would retain some humanoid characteristics as they evolve in competition. For example aye-aye like arboreal humans could remain quite conservative, as could panda/gorilla like forest dwellers. It depends how they partition ecological positions with other organisms there.
Perhaps doing it by OTL timelines may be easier? Eh in the late Jurassic?
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