Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-26941921-20160326150514/@comment-25235219-20160418221338

Stingy turned around as a herd of large herbivore dinosaurs stampeded towards him. If he could, he would've sighed. The first few stampeders feet conveniently missed him, but threw dirt on his wings so he couldn't fly straight. Stingy spend the next minute or so playing frogger with the ouranosaurs, and eventually managed to crawl himself back up his tree. He falls face first onto the branch where the Peteinosaurus named Pip was hiding. She was excited to see him, even though they probably should have been natural enemies, but Stingy decided that not everything was right in the little pterosaurs head. He walked to the end of his branch and looked out at the world of The Rift.

He could see the whole region from here, a huge dense green jungle where tyrannosaurs and smilodons waited in ambush, and monkeys and microrapters play at the tips of the trees, a vast plain where triceratops and stegosaurus ran alike with velociraptors and allosaurus hunting on the sidelines, the isolated nothern mountains where ceratosaurus and packycephalosaurus fought, and the dire wolves howled, the thin beach that guarded against the neverending blue ocean that teemed with icthyosaurs and mosasaurs, and where hesperornis and confuciusornis scavenged, the small island in the middle of the water that housed dodos and gigantopithecus, and the sky itself, where large pterosaurs flew in and out of clouds. He could see massive herds, and burrows, and clutches of eggs from his tree, all signs of a healthy ecosystem. This was the world of The Rift, and Stingy had had enough of it for one day. He propped himself on a leaf and fell asleep.

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Side question, are humans allowed?