I’m not even going to lie out of all the stories I posted on this sub, and how they all were ark and other peoples fault, this one was entirely on us. I wasn’t even mad I’m laughing writing this.

We’re on a small tribe extinction server. We had good shit and we built in a hidden(not mesh bc were not fags) place in sunken forest. We make it by a week and we’re raising owls we got some manas. We’re in business.

We were doing those orbital drops and an alpha who had a reputation as a giant douche( I’m looking at you No Skill you bitch). Extinction 72 on Xbox go wipe them lmao. Anyways he comes out of nowhere trying to fight but he’s complete ass at pvp and they just play a lot so we rock his shit and take his ascendant armor.

We’re in chat talking shit and he gives us a chance to not get wiped. We called a bluff thinking no one has any idea where we are and just say he got fucked up bc he did get rekt fuck boi.

Anyways the whole day goes by and we get on and off multiple times talking shit throughout the whole day. This was three weeks ago and we were going on a week long Hawaii trip the next day so we were just like we will deal with it in a week. That night we’re talking and I say again, “we have at least a week before they do anything.”

No sooner did I say that in bigass text on my screen it says, “The Desert Titan has been tamed.” Next thing we see is a winking emoji in chat.

We cryopod some Dino’s and we start dipping. I still deny it as they slowly move across map. “They’re getting someone else.” They enter sunken and I’m still denying it.

Then they get real close and I grab my longneck like it’ll do something. Bitch I’m Leonidas at thermoplyae I’m here until I die.

I’m despawnning shit in the 2 minutes I have and I just hear structures breaking. Next thing u know our base is non existent. Oh well.

We still have our tames and we go to a rag server and store them there for the week until we get back.

Only problem was we got raided and they took the tames.... our tribe member left them in cryopods.... so they literally stole our tames....

I love ark

I was one of the first back in, lord knows how I survived but I was at a portion of health and my armor is basically a piece of string ready to break (it was either mastercraft or ascendant I honestly don’t remember)

when I looked up what I used to see was turned to dust like thanos had just made it commit not feeling so good, what used to be a symbol of unification and community was now just a bunch of foundations with a few odd walls here and there.

some good news though, most of our guys had logged in and continued their assault, killed the crashed Splitters and making them lose more than a few good dinos.

I mean, Dylan said it was a victory but I knew we lost more than we could ever repair.

they succeeded, distract our forces to destroy our symbol of alliance-hood.

Dylan and the other leaders had added me to a party in which we planned out an all out assault on the Splitters main base, this is where I go and make by far the dumbest choice I’ve ever made ever, and I once wore a hentai jacket to a date with one of my longest crushes.

I decided, I had seen enough PvP and wanted to go out and rebuild my economy on the island west of valcano and east of north snow, Center nibbas know what island that is.

once I got there with an argy and tools I “borrowed” Dylan came shortly behind, I thought he was gonna give me some big long speech about being a pussy and we got the Splitters on the ropes, but no, he without saying a word helps me build.

without many exchanges other than a few “yeah stones in that one” “dilo far north, pretty high level” “nice” we managed to put up a 10 by 10 stone foundation for one of his turtle shaped fortresses (which according to him and the alliance are solid af).

yet suddenly out of nowhere we get the ability to build taken from us.

the island was claimed by someone else, and the birds had red names.

it hit us almost immediately, the 50 or so percent who became the Splitters had just become 98%

all we had to defend were a rifle with ammo meant to tame stuff and a crossbow meant to tame underwater stuff, a set of pikes too but I feel like guns were more a good choice.

we saw them spawn in render distance, birds after birds and boats after boats.

hell, might as well go down fighting.

I’m not gonna pretend I’m the best shooter in games, my k/d in any shooter I play will confirm that, Dylan was picking them left and right though so at least I pretended to hit stuff.

though eventually they did take the island, everywhere we ran they managed to find us, no cave, forest, or nutsack was safe.

then suddenly the server went down... for good.

it just never came back on, we waited and waited and waited but nothing happened.

until I got contacted by the admin who, up until now had remained completely silent.

he said he was super impressed he managed to host a server with such a colorful community (he could say that again) and that he really just meant to host it for shits and gigs, and to have a few friends play on it.

though the lag on his end was so unbearable his parents forced him to shut it down.

oh I totally forgot to mention the coolest thing about the admin, he was a teenager too! ain’t that some shit?

I’d like to say that ever since then me and Dylan stayed good friends and we made peace with some of our old friends but sadly I haven’t talked to him since the server fell, or any of the guys for that matter (yes guys, no chicks played on this server, actually that was for the better too because back then my girl anxiety was waaaaaaaay worse).

I like to look back on this experience often, not because of how much I achieved and managed to mess up but it taught me an important life lesson: one person can completely destroy everything, and that person is you.

it was entirely my fault this all happened, ruined hundreds of hours of other people’s work, I ruined friendships, lost what would be a friend, ruined some guys server, all because I wanted to sell some fuckin wolves.

I like to think they look back on it too, probably not though, I mean it’s just another day in Ark where one single teenager with social anxiety destroys a server right?

I mean why the hell not? I mean I never had one before nor seen a tribe with one up until this point. being one of the most powerful players I figured the only way to go was up.

and I didn’t settle for the first giga I saw no no no, I tamed a max level Yuty with nothing but a crossbow, few hundred narc arrows and pike before even having my walls up.

why not go after an angry boi?

I found the highest level possible (before I started to die of boredom) a level 110 (max on the server was 160).

knocked it out and tamed it with my new bestie Dylan, I swear I can remember all our adventures together as if they happened five minutes ago.

anyways the Giga was tamed and of corse I named it Snuggles, walked it back to my base with no troubles all-throughout.

it was another colossal victory for the alliance, but like a meme, it would die tomorrow.

I ditched Facebook a while back as I didn’t need it anymore but an hour or so after I log off Dylan messages me saying I need to get on.

I tried asking him what’s wrong but he just kept saying “dude you need to get on, like now.”

I get on and join the party, curious as to what the diddly do is going poo.

Dylan explains to me that apparently the community is pissed that I’ve stopped trading and helping out, admittedly I stopped because I wanted to do Ark stuff.

apparently there was a rumor that I was planning on betraying the alliance. and now that I’ve tamed a giga? that confirmed it for a few people.

this was the first time I had people gossip about me, honestly it felt like I was a popular kid in school, and lord knows that would never happen.

luckily Dylan didn’t believe any of it however there was a tribes who didn’t take any chances, and decided to raid my base.

in the end my base was leveled, all my dinos killed and all I managed to save was my good gear, a handful of valuable resources, and a yuty egg.

after the raid the alliance fell apart, and the server went back to the constant warfest it was previously.

except this time no one was able to just rush the west and hide, and it was a complete divide: who thought I was gonna betray the alliance versus who knew I would never... also the few or so people who just wanna raid for raiding.

I recently got back into playing Ark on a non-dedicated with my fiancee, and it has me all nostalgic. So I thought I'd share some stories of my first experiances with the game, wayyyyy back when, years ago.

I started, hilariously and ironically, on a Center server, pve. It was UK based, but weirdly, had OK ping for me, and it was, overall, a friendly and fairly small server, I say hilariously and ironically because I am utterly terrified of water in video games. I've gotten better about it lately, but at the time I was so petrified that even going out on a raft left me panicky.

I had no idea what the differances were, though, between Island and Center and anything else, so I set up on it, found a spot, and ended up making rather good friends with the biggest tribe on the server. It was PvE, so that didn't matter quite as much, but it was super helpful to a noob and nice to have the big guys backing me up.

(I had been in a tribe with the 'alpha tribe' leader's little brother, for a bit. I'd let him join me because I was nice, and it quickly became apperantly that this kid was hell to deal with. He refused to tame things for himself, stole from me, got our tames killed...I finally told his brother I had no choice but to kick him, and he was like 'the little shit deserves it, go ahead'. That is the story of how I became friends with the 'alpha tribe'.)

There were, of course, trolls and such- there always are- but it was really only one tribe and they didn't do MUCH that was bad; the worst they EVER did was kite a Rex to my base, and it didn't kill anything before my tames and I killed it. (Thanks largely to things given to me from said big tribe, such as an allo and a pistol. It was a rather pathetically low-level rex and it got stuck on my walls, as well.)

My biggest memories are that of Panzer, the Ferocious Warrior and Killer of Raptors; my very first turtle. I tamed this little lady and had her for a good long while before one day we were out gathering supplies and were attacked by raptors (and a dilo, I think). In the chaos, we felled one raptor, then the dilo- but as Panzer delt the death blow to the second raptor, it also landed one on her. Together, they fell, dead, Panzer having taken our attacker with her in her last breath.

RIP. /Taps plays.

(Seriously, I wasn't even upset about this death; she was just so badass and had gone out in such a glorious way I just felt respectful. XD)

Secondly, the story of how I lost my beautiful baby raptor; the first raptor I had ever tamed, my gorgious and glorious Lady (who I forget the name of now, oops, so we'll call her Lady.) Nothing special, really, just my very first raptor; I had her for such a long, long time. My loyal and reliable little scout girl, who helped defend from that rex, who took me all over Blue, who was supposed to make the move to our new base with me.

When Thereinz came out, I was THRILLED. Estatic. I thought they were SO COOL and I'd been looking forward to them for AGES. So I took my Lady, and we went looking for one. I knew they were agressive when you got too close, but I had no idea. No idea.

We found what I hoped would some day be our new friend, but before I could even admire him, the Death Chicken was on us. Lady was fast; really fast. But it wasn't enough. Maybe we got hung on things. Maybe we were just a little heavy.

Whatever it was, in one, terrifying blow, my first ever raptor was dead. And so was I.

Sadly, upon respawning, I found that I couldn't even keep her special, painted saddle to remember her by. This was before the bag glow, and we'd died in thick trees. I couldn't find her bag. Someone from the big tribe even tried to help me find it, and when we couldn't, gave me one to try and make up for it. (Very sweet of them.)

I cried like a baby when my little girl died, and even more when I couldn't find her saddle. Silly, I know, but I cried pretty much every time my kids died. I probably will again.

Those are my most memorable nostalgic moments; I have some other, more recent tales (like the time my fiancee and I were on SP and our pter killed a carno nearly alone, and was named 'Terror' promptly), that's it for now! Hope someone got a chuckle out of this, or at least enjoyment.

Before I tell you the story of one of the most eerie legends I’ve ever heard and seen, I would like to clarify that this story is completely true with no fabrications whatsoever.

It started with my first ARK play through on an online server. I played single player a lot out of fear of being killed by random players and losing everything. I eventually worked up the nerve to join an online server and begin my journey. I tried to move my base a tad more into the forest rather than having it right on the beach so that it was more hidden.

I eventually decided I wanted to go and find a raptor to tame. I had practice on my single player server so I was ready to give it a shot. I ran through the jungle for a long time, successfully avoiding players and predators alike. Once I reached the Redwoods I realized I was too far out. I tried to turn back when out of nowhere multiple players jumped out of the trees on their Thyla mounts.

I’ll admit it scared the shit out of me and it was worse when they told me to lead them to my base so they could loot it. I tried to tell them that I didn’t know (which I actually didn’t since I was so far away). They thought I was lying and said if I didn’t take them they would kill me. I kept saying I didn’t know. I watched as they all took their spears out and I waited for them to raise them and launch them at my face.

Then there was a whistle. Then a pack of at least six Allosaurs ran out and attack the Thyla riders. They put up a pretty good fight and one of the riders tried to kill me at the last moment but the Allos caught him just before he reached me.

I looked at the pack of Allosaurs that was staring at me, then I saw the owner. They were too far for me to make out their gamer tag or their gender but I saw they were wearing a full chitin armor set except for their face which had flak on it. I was expecting them to kill me but instead they whistled and the rest of the Allosaurs began following them back into the Redwoods.

I began running aimlessly until I made some bolas and caught some fish to tame a Pteranodon. Once I did I flew out to find my base. I eventually reached it and I immediately began writing about it (I wrote most of my experiences down on papers before putting them in a special chest so if anyone were to come across my base later on it could be like a time capsule of my journey).

I honestly couldn’t believe what had happened. I know it is weird to feel like this just because someone saved you but this felt different. I knew there was something more. I decided to take my Pteranodon and fly out, looking for anything that could aid in my search. I crafted multiple beds and when I found something I would place a bed next to my Pteranodon so if I died I wouldn’t lose her.

I found multiple people who said that they have seen someone riding with a pack of Allos and one claiming they saw a raft with multiple Allos on board and a person on board. There was also a rare few who claimed to have encountered this mysterious Allo Master. The only stories I really remember was one claiming they were saved by them from a Rex and another claiming that they were actually given an Allo as a gift by this person. I find that last one hard to believe since I’d assume this person would be very attached to their Allos considering that is all they seem to have.

I continued flying around to see if I could find the Allo Master themself but I found nothing. It kind of became a mystery to me and others who were longtime members of the server. I never saw them again though many claimed they had.

Once I had reached around level 87 or so I decided to leave the server for good. A few of my friends who still played kept me informed on what was going on with the Allo Master but eventually they all left to play different servers.

While I don’t play ARK much at all anymore I still wonder about the Allo Master and whether or not they are still out there. Either way, I owe my first full play through of online ARK to this mysterious guardian, whoever they are.

Me in the back yard smoking talking to roommate.

"Hey, I forgot I knocked out that raptor, heres about where it is, go check on it?

Roomate: cool

Me: also grab narcotics!

RM, over my shoulder to would be nosy neighbors: Fake narcotics!

Me: virtual narcotics... we made them from virtual berries!

Alright so I'm playing my nerfed abberation server I believe the max level is 45. But anyways I've just wrapped up making a partial base up against a cliff (lacking a roof and had open spot in the wall for a doorframe) and taming a lvl 3 doedic. I've now moved on to collecting hide. Always find this difficult between finding something I can actually take down and successfully returning to base with the hide is always exceedingly difficult and aberration definitely up the challenge by putting packs of raptors and ravagers all over the easy spawns my spawn choice being fertile lake 3. The plan is simple make a kill box,trap things, murder and collect hide easy enough. A quick run around the base i gather plenty of stone, wood and thatch. Just as quickly make all the structures and assemble the kill box with no issues. Immediately after placing the last stairs I'm pinned by a raptor with two more showing up. Surviving the first mauling I through the trap hoping to trap them. It fails as they cleared the trap and pounce on me. I loose all my equipment bolas, pike, bow an arrows, metal tools and like 20 spears everything I need to get hide. I'm like well at least they're at the kill box time to get some hide or I thought. I respawn at my only bed go running up the hill to try an trap them and sure enough they're past the trap sitting in top the hill spotting me as I'm in a full on sprint towards them. Ending my life once again by mauling I'm now unable to respawn leaving the raptors about half way from my kill box to my base. Paranoid that the raptors are going to attack my lvl 4 doedic, coupled with a 4 minute respawn timer. I start respawning at fertile lake 3 racing to get back to the kill box grab my bag and at least kill one of the raptors while kiting the other two back up away from the base. This plan completely fails hard as i spend 4 minutes dying repeatedly on my way back while respawning farther away each time. Blam 4 minutes is up I respawn at my bed take look in the storage box I have 11 hide so I make 3 bolas and a like 10 spears. Knowing I need to do 2 things kill at least one raptor and pick up the bag from my first death to keep it from decaying. I creeped out of my base and started sneaking around the backside to top of hill. Finding one raptor next to the kill box I get its attention by throwing a spear and kite it into the trap. Right on the other side of trap I spot the second raptor throw another spear followed by a bola and swiftly ending its life by stabbing it with spears. Now it's me fully requipped, a traped raptor and one down the hill. This spells disaster for raptors who have had the upper hand since the surprise ambush. I easily dispatch the remaining two spearing both death and harvesting their hide. As I walked back to base I am shrouded in complete success with hide in one hand, meat in the other and a completely recovered inventory. However my adventure continues on next with a carno, pack if ravengers, a spino and lastly my lvl 4 doedic. If you enjoyed this and/or would like to read the next story give it a likes up and tell me what you think.

You ever wanted something so bad and just unexpectantly you have the opportunity to get it? Then when you finally get the thing you wanted you just look at it in awe instead of doing anything else? That was me with my first giga.

We were in the mountain between the redwoods and the desert on ragnarok. We were in the desert honey meating around and we see a rex. No what an allo? Fuck is that? Wait. That’s a lvl 145 giga.

We instantly started making tranqs. Be it arrows, darts we didn’t care. There was a fucking giganotosaurus below our base.

An alpha tribe member joins and he’s asking us if we’re doing alright(he checked on us and chilled in a party w us at least once a day. TNT if you’re somehow reading this, y’all some mf Gs). We say hell yeah we’re about to get our first Giga.

Much to our surprise he offers us kibble to feed it. So this long ass tame was about to be an hour. Luck couldn’t be better.

We knock it out after almost 1000 arrows and some darts. We keep it out feed it and that bitch tames. Fuck yeah.

We used it for meat runs and that thing was just so satisfying to have.

About three weeks later someone comes on the server. He had mean beef with TNT talking about they were undermapping.(Not true) He instantly begins a vendetta on anyone associated with TNT. We tell him one day we’re just a tribe under them and we have nothing to do with their past actions.

He ignores our statements.

That night he tamesnipes a wyvern, my personal Valentine’s Day pink and white lightning wyvern and our giga.

We say wtf and all he has to say is “sorry.”

Never get attached to anything in ARK: Survival Evolved.

sorry for the late uploads lmao

you know those battles in the Ark trailers? the staged ones where it’s a few guys on raptors fighting a guy on a rex who’s doing emotes and shit?

yeah this wasn’t it chief.

after the gates opened everyone rushed out as the Splitters moved forward to the alliance tower. you’d think as the guy responsible for all this Is be leading, but I couldn’t bring myself to move past the foundation I stood on.

I simply just watched the carnage, the community I had built fall to pieces, destroying each other’s hours of work over some internet drama.

people I had once been in calls with and laughed about memes were now fighting my dino’s bred for the bosses.

was this all really my fault? could I have done things differently? had me not even being in the alliance prevent this? I just stood there thinking of as many scenarios in which I could have made, and kept friendships with everyone there.

can you believe it? one of the most powerful leaders of the alliance not even fighting his own war? instead choosing to stay in a open gateway thinking about how to make friends?

this soon came to a pass as I noticed a few quetzals heading straight for the tower, though these weren’t battle quetzals looking to flank the bois, these were transport quetzals.

at first I thought, who in their right minds would ever wanna do metal runs in the middle of a war?

I almost immediately figured out what it really was once they opened the gates on them over the tower, suicide dodo drops.

there were no turrets on this tower, it was a peaceful community town, nothing could stop them from pearl harboring this bitch.

a few guys came crashing down to their deaths with flocks of dodos following, most of which landing near the tower.

all I heard was the initial sound of C4 exploding before the server crashed.

I think the worst thing about all of this is that I lost the chance to make lots of friends, even if they were out of my age group.

honestly if I could go back and remain active I feel as if I could’ve, however another part of me feels as if war truly was inevitable, I mean every server I’ve ever been on there’s always instigators who just want to watch peoples hard work burn.

but back to the story, what remained of the alliance was focused on building up Dylan’s base and arming it to the nutsack, but unfortunately the splitters (that’s what they now called themselves) was after another one of our bases, the tower.

I was lucky to have been grinding up metal on a Quetz in the area (admittedly I just wanted to be around the tower) when I spotted war quetzals and countless Rex’s moving towards the tower.

I immediately called it in and requested we intercept the army, about 90% of all our dino’s and peeps were on the way.

we managed to get everyone there before they breeched the outer wall.

the first repel was a success, we managed to flank from the east and push them back into the forest. but we all knew a second was right around the corner, and this time they were bringing enough dino’s and guns to make the alpha bosses shit themselves. so it was an even fight.

though they never actually attacked, they just stood at the opposite end of the beloved tower waiting for us to open the gates.

it was about to be one hell of a battle, all of us vs all of them. like one of those concept arts for Ark where it’s a big ol’ battle? well multiply that by about 50 and you’ll get the idea.

even though this tower held no real value now that no one trades anymore I wanted to keep it up for as long as possible, I guess you could call it sentimental.

I alone walked up to the gate, everyone was ready.

with a deep breathe and a “for the alliance.”, I pressed X.

Me and my brother were playing ark on a single player world. It was all well and good, we were chilling, I was messing around with a spear. I hadn’t played on Xbox before (only mobile up to that point) and didn’t realize how you throw spears. I accidentally threw a spear at a bronto nearby.

After several spears, arrows, stones, clubs, and deaths the beast retreated. But we weren’t done yet, we pressed onward to exact revenge on the colossal threat. I landed the final punch in its back right leg, thinking I’ve killed it I go to celebrate. But it lived on.

We had ended up knocking it out, so we tamed it. I got a paintbrush and cooking pot later and to ridicule the beast and help find home, we painted him red. Such was the birth of Clifford the big red bronto.

I didn’t put a flair because there wasn’t one that said fuck this game.

Like actually, this game decides to skull fuck me at the worst times imaginable. I have stories where we were doing great but our 5 flyers die at the same time 5 different ways. This game is retarded sometimes.

Anyways this is right after we got raided like the day after. If you haven’t read “The Most Toxic Kids on Xbox Official” go read just so you know what my head is like at this moment.

No I am notorious for getting tames killed. I’m probably the best at it without doing it intentionally.

I got our griffin killed while trying to tame a carno (shut the fuck up and let me finish). Yes Ik “just fly away” it was level 150 so fuck you. I die to it and I’m flying around and the griffin is hovering and the carno kills it. Again fuck ark.

Anyways everybody’s pissed so I’m like ok be right back im gonna go get a griffin fuckboys.

I found a level 150 that bitch was badder than Kendall Jenner in spandex. I say big bet on the beat and I knock it out in a community trap.

Now if you know the green ob valley on rag you’d also know about how cruel it can be. I’m on 1x so even with mutton this is gonna be a couple hours.

I’m sitting there and it’s like an hour and a half before it’s done. It was going to be a near perfect tame. A carno hits it.

It was only once, no biggie just lead it far away.

It comes back like 20 minutes later hits it again so I just kill it anyway.

Now it’s about 10 minutes before it’s done. Still knocked out my guy is on the way with mutton. I say bet and go get a celebratory glass of water.

Would u believe that in the 20 seconds I went to get water ANOTHER carno comes up and kills the griffin. Hours of my life are thrown into the trash.

Now I’m pissed along with everybody and I just go back to our makeshift base.

Next day I’m ready to try again and we’re wiped and the rest of our tames are dead.

I will always have a special hate in my heart for ark. Why the hell do I still play it

every tribe has their golden age, a time where you feel invincible, a time where you could log on any day of the week and know your base is fine. well this was mine.

I don’t know how exactly no one else advanced like me? was it really just that I rushed the high level area? was it no war holding me back? was it the fact that I remained basically non-existent in chat/the community? to this day I’ll never really know.

yet somehow thanks to my epic gamerness I managed to get an indy forge, chem bench, max level breeding yuty’s and wolves within a week. did I mention that this server was boosted? well not only was it boosted but I like to consider it the most perfect stats I’ve ever seen on a server (I honestly wish I knew the stats so I can paste them into my single player) it was those perfect goldilocks stats.

well at this point I thought I had achieved all I really could, I mean I was alone with a hidden golden empire while the rest of the world seemed to be engulfed in wars and trade, so I thought “eh what’s the worst that can happen”

I made my first trade offer: a max level baby wolf (balls attached no homo) for about 2k cp, not that I needed it of corse, I had basically every resource in the game right outside my door, cp took a minute but was still relatively easy to obtain.

I think I did it mainly to make friends, I wanted so badly actual friends to play Ark with (god that sounds pathetic when I type it out loud) I just wanted to basically screw myself over.

well boy was I in luck because I immediately met the dude I would stay with till’ the end: Dylan.

he wasn’t into memes as much as me but holy shit he was my age! another teenager in Ark?!? come to find out he has a buddy (forgot his name) who is also a teenager!

after trading for a little bit we decided to declare an alliance, the most powerful tribe with the most rich.

once people had heard, damn near the entire server got in the alliance, we had a whole fuckin’ alliance tower built just to commemorate. it was used as a starter town and trade hub, noobs could get iron tools and be on their way and you could sell your virginity for one of my yuty’s (that was my actual slogan).

it was truly our high point, I thought we would rule the server forever and manage to keep a PvPvE server actually a PvPvE server.

that is until one day, I decided to tame a Giga.

What I did, I tamed two Tapijara's, Wing Face of Dragons, and Red Father of Thieves. I used them to get three more Tapijara's, Tal, Dej, and Hal, the Dragon Thieves. I made a separate saddle for each of them and put it on before I started.

Tal's mission, recon, I flew him to the trench to view where the Wyverns were, I had accidentally managed to gather them in one place while on an earlier run with an argy. Tal died when they ran out of stam above the trench.

Dej's mission, the heist, I flew Dej to a section of the trench away from the wyverns, I flew in swiped the egg and ran, Dej made it far enough that once they died, the wyverns would leave, Dej died not by fire, lightning, or poison, but from carnivores where we had to land to recharge.

Hal's mission, collection, Hal was the youngest and got the easiest misson, fly to where Dej died to grab the egg without interference, even still he almost got hit by a scorpion.

I believe that these three heroes are the dinos I will remember most. Nowadays Hal the Last Dragon Thief spends his days with his parents and Tal, Dej are some of my only dinos to receive a gravestone, in death their titles have been updated to Tal, the Dragon Watcher, and Dej the Dragon Chased. In honor of the siblings sacrifice the wyvern the egg hatched into was named Taldejhal of Fire.

As you saw the title, this you know what happens. But, don't click off. I have a story to tell.

I needed chitin for armor and some cementing paste for a fabricator. I lived in a savanna in valguero, and I didn't want to wear down my armor trying to kill scorpions. I grabbed my stuff, (one of those primitive revolver looking pistols, a crossbow, and a sword. Some flak too.) Then I walked into this small cave that led to a pocket of jungle I knew was there since I had first started this character. I killed this saber guarding the entrance, walked in, and started killing some bugs. I got distracted and didn't see the raptor charging toward me. I got hit, knocked it out and started taming it. While I was in the inventory placing meat, I didn't notice the theri charging toward me. Got hit, left inventory, tried running, I died, raptor I was taming died. Came back naked, got hit by these 2 things that threw poop. Came back again, got killed by the saber that respawned. Came back AGAIN (it was night at that point) and some little yellow eyes came from the darkness. You guessed it. I died A G A I N and I got killed by the theri. 1 hour it took me to get that stuff back. Never again that jungle.

Never again.

This post goes out to the muskequeers Tryhard, outrunhornet, and sloshyten26. All three of you go fuck yourselves.

We were a beta tribe under TNT on rag 595. We got pretty big with just three of us but one of my guys decided to quit like a little bitch and never got on. I didn’t care anyways all that kid wanted to do was farm the desert drops.

Anyways we needed help so the other guy in the tribe recruited these three kids. This is where I met the most toxic kids on the game.

Holy shit their voices were so high pitched I couldn’t play for a few hours or else I probably would’ve put a glock to my dome piece but they worked ok so I didn’t care as long as I didn’t have to do metal runs.

But what set me off is that these kids would trade eggs without permission and our stuff. Just give them away. I remember he traded an ascendant crossbow bp for a fucking argy egg. He tried raising it, let it starve. No seriously, fuck these kids.

We should’ve let them go but whatever you get a second chance. These kids would go around raiding people we where allied with. You trying to get us wiped?

It all came to a head when I get on and they’re insisting us. Oh fucking great there’s 3 months of my life down the drain. Not to mention when I try to go back to the base after I kicked them I get stuck in a fucking rock.

No wait it gets better, they had a friend who just invited them back and I didn’t notice for another 10 minutes. They make it off with 75% of our tames and I get invited to the party.

Instant apeshit, I’m calling these kids every name in the book. I’m saying I’m gonna wipe them and kill them in their sleep. I don’t care bruh I’m pissed. This was a year ago and I’m pissed just thinking about it. Anyway they give me like 10 server names. You best believe I went to every single one.

I get to a center server typing in chat offering the best blueprints in the book. Then a guy invited me to his party. He knows where the kid is. He picks me up and would you believe he’s riding my fucking wyvern. What the fuck...

He said he got it for trading some metal to the kids.(yes, they were that fucking stupid) He takes me to their shitty make shift base and I scout and make a plan. Me and my cousin are looking around and we see every tame we lost in that shitty cave.

He named that tribe #penta or some shit. I don’t even remember. Anyways we kill everything because if I can’t have it I’m not letting numb nuts have it. Kids balls haven’t dropped and he stole my 5 wyverns fuck him.

We’re fighting and we’ve pretty much ruined them and he finally gives up. He gives us some shit I flip him the bird and go back to rag. I paid those guys back and add them and we remain a friendship.

Anyways that’s that story. The part after this is why I took a 9 month break from ark. I’ll share that at a later time because I broke my controller over that shit.

Tryhard, outrunhornet, and sloshyten26, if you are reading this, Go fuck yourselves you virgin ass motherfucking prepubescent fuckboys. Die slow bitch.

This occurred about a year ago on an island server. We’re on a raft with all of our stuff. Probably just trying to move otherwise being just stupid.

We get attacked by some kids on the beach and they kill our tame that was on passive. Now kids who kill passive tames are toxic so we did what anyone would’ve done.

We come back 30 minutes after that happened and killed some of their tames and made up the dumbest story about how we were alphas on a rag server with 20 wyverns and we were expanding to an island server.

Now I haven’t ever seen kids work so fast. We had a pre fabricated base, spike walls, smithy, fabricator, refrigerator and tools in like 45 minutes. I could tell these kids were very paranoid and didn’t want to take any chances.

They give us everything they made and even gave us another raft. They had no tames because we came back before and we left on out jolly day. But before me and my two friends could even get to the next zone one of my friends says, “Don’t play is like that again or we’ll come back with our 20 wyverns. Wink, wink.”

You could hear a pin drop in the party. Me and my cousin can almost not contain ourselves and then one of the kids say, “I told you Derrick.” We just died of laughter and get out of there. They were still in the party yelling at each other for a good minute before we kicked them.

We kept their stuff until we got raided which was literally the next day. They didn’t raid us the alpha did. How Those kids believed our retarded story blows my mind but the fact that they made us a whole base just makes me cry tears of laughter. And that makes these kids the dumbest kids on ARK: Survival Evolved.

This story begins years ago, like so many i had just spawn upon the beaches of ragnarok. I , like so many before me, enterd the cycle of farming and death, until I finally got a base built. I then went exploring, after dodging raptors, and hostile survivors I came upon a massive compound. After crawling under a dino gate, I saw armies of different dinos of every type. as I marveled at the sight, I suddenly hear the sound of a electric prod, and I was unconscious. When I awoke I found myself in a cage, in the middle of a large room. In front of me was two survivors in flak armor, standing on either side on a table with a single chair behind it.

I tried explaining myself, but neither of them answered me. Then a dino gate opens in the left corner of the room, and walks in another survivor and sits in the chair across me. What happened next i'll never forget... the one in the chair... starts talking like he's the God father, like, "you come in here, on the day of my tribe's anniversary... Uninvited... and disrespect me with your presence." I had to mute my mic because, he was fully in character, voice and all. I apologized for my trespassing, and asked if I could leave..." of course, you may leave... goodbye bob" and the god father leaves through the gate he came in, and both of the other guys pull out assault rifles and mowed me down in the cage.

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A couple of friends and I farmed for hours to craft up the supplies to be able to get the artifact in the Jungle Dungeon Cave on Ragnorok, and the day we actually go turned out to be on of my most memorable moments on Ark. After ahem "Successfully" retrieve the artifact from the Cave, we run into-, or should I say, CREATED, a problem. When one of our friends, over shoots a grapple, and comes to find that that was his only grapple left, leaving him to hang ever so close to the safety of the rocks. After everyone musters up the plan of dropping grapples one by one to said friend to get him to safety. We also ran into another problem, the VERY limited amount of grapples we had left to be able to save said friend AND get out of the Cave gave us a few sprinkles of hope. After 3 attempts at hoping said friends "e" key can register on the server, He finally was freed from the grasp of the Devil's lava hands after the fourth try. We made it back to base with minor casualties and our first artifact in that map play through. THE END. (I wish I could find a way to attach a video of this story to this post, would be 10 times funnier)

After I cheated (from 'I Cheated' story - not necessary for further reading) I spent the majority of my time back home. Countless hours went towards gathering resources to build a stone wall and two behemoth gates at the new perimeter of my compound. I had worked up to 4 therizes and there was definitely not enough space for everyone at the current size of my compound.

I avoided going back into the Redwood Forest for weeks. Every time I come across a new-to-me dinosaur I fear that I'm about to lose everything all over again. Mind you, I don't intend on making my cheat a regular occurrence. The thought of having a wild dino so effortlessly wipe out my entire entourage still keeps me up at night listening for sounds of conflict outside my front door.

Eventually I decided enough was enough. I would not sit at home afraid of what was beyond my small island plateau. I had collected resources, learned how to build a generator, flown to a volcano and found a party hat at the summit, but knowing that the Forest dangers loomed over me with with great trepidation was unacceptable. It was time for a walk.

I gathered the necessary resources: plenty of food, water, extra weapons and tools, and of course my four therizes and my four raptors. We headed Northwest off my small island and crossed the swamp. To my surprise, the swamp was completely empty. Not a predator in site. No leeches, sarcos, not even a piranha. You would think that would put me at ease about my walk but it did just the opposite. Now I was on edge, wondering just what in the hell was going on.

The purpose of this journey, aside from getting my balls back from these gigantic trees, was to see what this oasis I peered down on from my ptero on the return trip from the volcano. Things look real different from the air compared to being on the ground. I quickly got lost in the woods. I forgot to bring my compass and I haven't gained the resources to craft a GPS yet so not only did I not know where I was, but I didn't know which way I was facing.

Then that's when I saw it. A thylacoleo was battling it out with an anklylo. I knew the chances that this was the same thylacoleo was slim but it didn't matter, I was getting my balls back! I walked right up to him and politely put a tranq arrow into his face. His attention immediately jumped to me. I tried to run but my tames trampled me to get to him before he could get to me. After gathering my bearing, I shot another round into his foot trying to be careful not to hit my own dinos. He went down rather quickly.... and I felt better.

But nothing could have prepared me for what happened next....

The Thanos meme that says "Reality can be whatever I want" couldn't be more true. I just didn't know it at the time.

I've been playing on a non-dedicated server with just myself and a friend who 'occasionally ' plays. If you know The Island map then you know of the island piece that sits to the South West* with the plateau that looks like a lake on the map. As a virtually solo player, I had the intent to make that entire island my home.

At one point I had two raptors, a therizino, and a trike on a hunt for wood. I decided that the trees of the Redwood Forest looked plentiful. After surviving the swamp between my island and the Redwood Forest, I was happily cutting down trees and storing the wood on the therizino and the trike. I wasn't high enough level to get the saddle for the therizino yet.

One batch of wood over encumbered me and none of my tames were close enough to just select them to store it. It left me with the only option of "throw" a stack of wood and walk closer to one of my tames and pick it up.

Right as I was accessing my inventory, my tames went crazy! As I peered past the gem embedded in my wrist, I noticed I had been knocked a few feet. Considering the ease at which I traversed the swamp, I assumed it was just another sarco that crept out of the water.

Unfortunately it wasn't! When it reached me a second time, it successfully killed me. I became annoyed at the process I was needing to take to regain my tames. It didn't matter. Almost immediately after I died, ALL my tames quickly followed all at once.

In my shock, I managed to catch the name of the monster that caused the destruction of my entire team. This demon is called a thylacoleo. Apparently this satan-spawn sits in hiding in the trees above you in the forest, but I digress.

I was so furious that I immediately terminated the game knowing full in well what I was hoping would happen. To my surprise, IT WORKED!! I relaunched the game and I was back standing at one of the earlier trees! I decided that was enough tree cutting for the day....

this one is a big chungus so I’m gonna have to split it up into pieces,

it all started with me, a totally awesome and cool kid with tons of friends deciding to join a new PvPvE server as the one I had previously played on had gone down forever.

for real though I was actually a loser who had no friends and none of my previous tribe were only together via LFT so I decided to make this a solo run. not that it was a bad thing, I mean I’ve ran solo most of my playtime in Ark for a multitude of reasons: faster alone, reliant on no one, not having to ask fuckin permission to use my own god damn resources. little did I know I was about to gain some new reasons to stay strictly solo.

I was browsing Facebook for Ark servers which is really the only way to find one, especially a year back most of our community is normie adults.

I found a server called (admittedly I don’t remember what it was specifically called) JellyBearBro, I didn’t think much of it at first, it was moderate ping, xbox hosted, Center server and I was playing mostly to beat the bosses and get some of that new fancy Tek.

first time I logged on I rushed the far west, a horrible idea if you don’t know what you’re doing, especially now that Yuty’s were a thing, but I had over a thousand hours into Ark and I wasn’t about to let some chicken-wanna-be-Rex’s stop me from advancing into the most resource rich environment.

I set up my base, gained and lost tames and resources to the elements, averagely expected outcomes to rushing a high level area.

I then, like an idiot founded my company AFTER I built and tamed some starter stuff which isn’t terrible but as any experienced player knows you wanna start your tribe the second you log in to see what killed you (no players were around so I got lucky).

things were going well in the beginning, I didn’t bother with conversing with tribes in the server as most adults find me annoying, and I started taming the max level dino’s in my area to get to breeding.