Rabin

This place is so frustrating that I want to scream! ARRGH!!! It's not nearly as satisfying writing a scream as it is to actually scream it out loud. Dammit. Everything here is trying to kill me. If it's not some prehistoric terror ambushing me from out of nowhere, it's dehydration and starvation. And I can't get too far from my very tiny shelter or I die—again—and risk losing the few tools I have so far managed to craft—again and again. The little progress I do make is always thwarted when something kills me; even attempting to tame a dodo (simple enough, right?) is a monumental task when something eats it right as I get it knocked out. Don't these stupid things know I need that bird?! Even gathering materials to expand my shelter is a task because I have to keep repairing my primitive tools all while making sure I don't carry too much weight--though on the plus side, I am slimming down some thanks to the lack of food and increased physical activity... I guess that's not a completely terrible thing? I will truly be thankful when I have some kind of storage for all this stuff. And better tools to make weapons that can actually kill the things leaping out of the bushes before they get me! It's almost pointless to do much else besides stay near this small shelter, since leaving it is so dangerous, but I must venture out for more resources; truly this is a frustrating Catch-22. My continued deaths and loss of the few weak animals I am able to tame to help me is a crushing blow to my spirits. But...I will go on because I know there is so much more to this place than dying all the time. Isn't there? (The events described here are taken from experiences on all the ARK maps)

I second this. Non-Ark stuff buries Ark stuff (and vice versa) and makes it hard to follow conversations sometimes

Oh Spoon, you know we can't allow that! The Flock of Doom™️ must fly!

Create a poll and let the community vote!

If only you could lay out some of these in the maze...

The animation on the hatchery itself is hilarious, too!

Another survivor has tamed a bird larger than anything I've heard of--something our implants' HUD identifies as an Argentavis. While the Pteranodon is more easily tamed, the Argentavis truly is a better all-around mount for sky travel. The carrying capacity alone makes them worth their weight in metal ingots, and even better, their saddle incorporates a small smithy so that we can craft items on the fly. This new addition to our animal menagerie has allowed us access to the skies. Flying on the back of a huge bird is an exhilarating experience. The only danger, apart from predators, is accidentally dismounting from the bird while in flight. To my shame I have done so more than once, though the only time I was at any great height, I fortunately had a parachute with me, allowing me to remount in midair. Another tribe-mate was not so lucky. He dismounted and fell to his death, and his bird was killed shortly thereafter by some wild cousins. After finally adjusting to the details of safe bird flight, my ability to move around the island has increased dramatically. With a bird I do not need to worry about dangers on the ground except when I need to land to rest, and I can more easily access areas that had previously meant detailed planning to visit. I have also gained a new perspective on the geography of the island, which has only reinforced the enormity of our environment. There is a diverse selection of habitats for the creatures of the Island to enjoy, and seeing it all from the air has only increased my appreciation for the boundaries between them. *The players and events described here are taken from the old Island server

My tribe-mates are idiots. Let me rephrase: My tribe-mates sometimes act like idiots. Yesterday, I was out in the field harvesting metal to refill our forge; as usual I had an ear out for the tribe's communications in case of trouble on either end. About halfway through my task, I hear our tribe prankster utter the dreaded words, "Watch this." I then heard several minutes' worth of giggles and laughing as I started to make my slow way back to base. When I returned, I found that all of my unconscious tribe-mates had had their hair Afro-styled and dyed, and their faces were painted like clowns. Our tribe leader was one of the affected, and I look forward to his reaction when he sees his reflection. His Royal Highness is grumbly on the best of days, and he has been known to rage when things go wrong, but we love him anyway. I hope he is feeling mellow enough to appreciate the humor in the situation. It is after all only dye and a haircut, which are easily fixed. HOpefully the fact that we have started our Christmas preparations--at last--will fill him with the delight of the season that the rest of us haven't yet started to acknowledge. He has been subjecting us all to bursts of Christmas songs for several months already, so now that the rest of us have finally accepted the inevitable march into this "joyful" season, I anticipate an increase in his tolerance for the tribe's shenangians. Or he could decide to embrace his inner Grinch and murder us all in our sleep. It's hard to say. *Content adapted from events and players on the old Valhalla Server. Any resemblance to players past or current is entirely intentional.

We have had events like this before. There was one that was a naked free-for-all melee in a ring followed by a tranq shooting gallery with other players as the targets. It was pretty fun ?