Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-28009263-20170702193612/@comment-29637681-20171019214433

On the beach that we all know and love; specifically, the part of the beach right below 15 on the map and right above the Watering Hole.

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"Wait, so there's a pack of Baryonyx coming our way. You're shitting me, right?"

"No, I'm not shitting you, I shit you not. For fuck's sake, it feels like I'm the only normal person in an insane world. Or am I the only insane person in an even more insane world...Take your pick."

They can hear the stomping come closer and closer. They can hear yelling. Yelling in some dialect that can only be described as an unholy mix between English, German, Finnish, and Gailican.

Adder backs up. "Mkay, we all head for the hills!"

"Um...Head for the hills, what does that mean?" Sun starts yelling over the marching.

"That means...RUN!"

The first Baryonyx breaks through the scorched foliage and snaps at the group. Another follows, and another. Next thing anybody knows the air is filled with the sounds of their roars, something sounding like wood slapping against a slab of metal.

(Don't kill all of the Baryonyx, please.)