Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-29637681-20170514033014/@comment-29637681-20170607163401

"Oh well, looks like we might have to try something else," Adder grumbles.

First he starts screaming for help. "HEEEELLLLPPPP! I'M DYING OVER HERE! A KAPROSUCHUS IS KILLING ME RIGHT NOW(even though he really isn't)! I'M A TEENAGE DILOPHOSAURUS AND I HAVE DEPRESSION! HEEEEELLLLLPPPPP!"

(I'm trying to show that Adder has more personality than being depressed.)

Lucious rolls his eyes.

"Okay, Plan B!"

"What's Plan B?"

"I have no idea..." Adder looks up at the sky, then crumbles to the ground in a defeated pose. Now it's Lucious's turn to think.

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"What do you need?"

Two Sinraptors with iron tails and electric crystal horns block the cave that Bolona's followers were sleeping in front of.

"We would like to see..."

"Come with us. What brings you here? You know he is much less forgiving than the likes of Bonesaw or Mandible."

"We would like a promotion," Pebble tells the guard.

The guards say nothing. They know how he will respond...

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After what seems like ages, the group finally reaches the end of the massive tunnel blasted into the top of Mount Kratakota. The person they want to meet makes his way out of the shadows.

A very old man is he, with parts of his tail and some toes missing. He walked with a shuffling gait, and he has no eye, but the guards know that should you anger him, he would see you as fast as he would kill you. And despite his old appearance, he lords over Bonesaw, and thus all of the Outlaws.

This is Old One Eye.

"Yeessss?" Old One Eye is a very old and wise adventurer that served in the Great War and in a seperate division of the Grandfather's army.

"We would like a promotion!" Pebble asks Old One Eye.

He stares at them. "No."

Everyone stares at him angrily.

Old One Eye turns around and slaps the wall behind him. It caves in, revealing the mural behind him.

To the left was a Lambeosaurus and a Gorgosaurus. In the center there was a Proceratosaurus, a Velociraptor, a Lythronax, a Tenontosaurus, an Austroraptor, and an Albertosaurus. To the right there was an Apatosaurus and a Struthiomimus. On the very top was some...shadowy thing...Chains and blood splatter was drawn behind the shadow.

"Do you see this? I ALREADY HAVE ENOUGH LEADERS. AND WHY SHOULD I PROMOTE MORE IF THEY ARE JUST GOING TO DIE?"

He looks at Pebble sadly.

"I never really cared for you. Or you(He). Not even you, Bolona. I don't care for ANY OF YOU. I DO NOT CARE FOR THE LEADERS! I ONLY CARE FOR THE DAY THEY SUCCEED AND WE GIVE THIS MISERABLE ROCK THE FUTURE IT DESERVES!"

"What future?"

"The Future. The sun will never shine...the wind will never blow...plants will never bloom...We will keep killing each other until one stands."

He stomped the ground and slashed the walls, leaving huge streaks.

"AND THAT ONE WILL BE ME! YOU WILL NOT BE ANOTHER LEADER IN MY FLOCK, AND IF YOU DO, YOU AND ALL OF YOU WILL BE EXILED FROM THIS RIFT; BE A PACK OF LOWLY WOLVES, SCAVENGING ON THE KILLS OF OTHERS! And if I see you again, all eight of you will die."