Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-28009263-20170702193612/@comment-29637681-20171106011157

“Didn’t we say we’d sacrifice Visory and Glory to the Empire somewhere along the line?” Adder wonders.

He turns around and nudges Wraak. They return to the Apatosaurus carcass. It’s still got plenty of meat on it. They move in closer to it—

“Quock.”

The Velociraptor and Dilophosaurus look up in fright.

IT’S A DODO. IT LOOKS LIKE A DUCK. AND A TURKEY.

Logmor just stands off to the side with Blud-Stachel. He observes Wraak staring the dodo in the eye in panic, and Adder’s extremely widened eyes and shrunken irises.

“Grrk.” When the dodo makes another quack, fifty more dodos appear at its side. Then a big one, about twice as big as the others, roars in a voice that can only be described as an unholy mix between Chester Bennington, Bald Bull, and Arnold Shwartzenagger/however you spell it.

At once all the dodos charge forwards. Adder tries hiding behind a pile of rocks, but the dodos overwhelm him there and chase him out. Wraak tries hiding in a dead tree, but the dodos beat him to it. All you can see are dozens of dodos pecking the living shit out of these two teenager carnivores.