Law Of The Jungle

Law of the Jungle

TW: Missing an arm, blood, more dinosaurs choosing violence, the usual

Chapter 3: Blood in the Water

"Numerous dangers lurk below the murky waters of this ancient river, waiting for it's next meal. Don't let it be you"

Troy awoke suddenly, as the pain in the stump of his forearm surged back like a flood. "Fucking hell" He groaned, his breaths growing slowed and sharp as he gripped the stump, quickly tearing a strip of fabric from his shirt to tie a tourniquet. The bleeding quickly stopped as he began wrapping bandages where only seconds before his arm had been. He weakly stood to his feet, brushing off his pants and picking up his hat, placing it back on his dirty hair with a dusty thump.

Further up the river, Jack came to his senses. All he remembered was nearly getting trampled by a homicidal lizard. "Glad to see you up mate. Thought I lost you there" Jack turned to see William paddling the large raft he found himself in. "Where is everyone else?" William set down the paddle, squatting down to look his best friend in the eyes. "After that one guy yelled scatter, we all went seperate ways, I saw Jacob go chase after some scientists, and I saw Troy get smacked and fly down the hill." He said, his voice a bit more serious than usual "Then I saw you passed out on the ground, and I couldn't leave you to get eaten or anything, so I grabbed you and booked it" William punches Jack's shoulder gently. "Those two can handle themselves, I couldn't let you get eaten" Jack smiled, happy that if he was stuck in this green hell, he was stuck with in it with his best friend.

Troy trudged deeper down the river, waist deep in the cloudy river. He pushed the thoughts of whatever horrors lie beneath his view aside. His bare calves would occasionally brush against what felt to be slimy prehistoric fish, or something far worse. He eyed the shore, where the red devil of a dinosaur lurked, watching him with it's hollow empty socket. Troy had no doubt that it was eager to get enough bite of him, to finish the job. "Go find another meal, you red bastard!" He shouted to the beast, which responded back with a bellow. What Troy didn't realize as he vented his rage out at the dinosaur, was that there was a very important reason why it wouldn't enter the river, a reason that was slithering it's way towards the one armed sniper.

Deep in the jungle Jacob trailed behind the scientists. It was easy to track them, not only did they leave prints in the wet mud, but their path crosses into what appeared to be a maintenance road. Jacob readied his gun, as he made his way to a large gray building surrounded by fencing. Creeping into the facility, he heard sounds reminicent of a bird call. As the midday began to grow darker, turning to evening, he opened the front door, turning on the flashlight. His flashlight illuminated the facility, casting dark moving shadows as he crept deeper down the halls, his footsteps creating quiet echoes. Jacob rounded the corner to find a disturbing sight, a trail of blood and bloody footsteps leading down the hall, where a single birdlike call could be heard.

All he could do is walk forward.

Dinosaur Story

hey so I was wondering if anyone would want to read a story i’d write for this site

The story is going to revolve around 5 ex-soldiers who are hired by scientists to help protect them on an expedition, little do these soldiers know, they are on the infamous Lost World National Park, an abandoned national park filled with prehistoric beasts from a bygone age. This story is in the style of 90s classics like Dino Crisis, Jurassic Park, and The Predator (I know I know, it came out in 87, but I’m close)

If this seems like a cool idea, please let me know! I’m still on the fence about it, but if people want to read it, I’d love to write it for them!

The character must survive the test of meat by allowing a tyrannosaurus (or similar large dinosaur) to swallow him whole. The prospective cultist must then begin praying to the dinosaur god for acceptance. Each round the cultist remains inside the dinosaur’s gizzard, he suffers normal gizzard damage and must make a level check (modified by his Wisdom modifier, DC 20) to be heard by the dinosaur god. Failure indicates nothing happens but the prospective cultist may attempt the level check again next round. Success indicates that the dinosaur god has heard the cultist’s pleas and accepts him as a new cultist; the tyrannosaurus immediately regurgitates the new cultist, cleans him off with its tongue, then leaves him in peace to serve the dinosaur god.

Special prestige class requirement for Dinosaur Cultist class. Villains: Rebirth. Copyright 2003, Bastion Press, Inc. Author: James Jacobs.

Normally prestige classes require a player character be able to use certain abilities or have certain skills at a high enough rank, and some of the more setting-specific ones require you to be a part of a certain organization. A few of them require some sort of outlandish feat be completed, and the Dinosaur Cultist's special requirement has "test of meat" and "normal gizzard damage" and "praying to the dinosaur god for acceptance".

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Story update

I'm just going to write it and see what happens

Some things to note

My art sucks, but I may do 1 - 3 illustrations per chapter

On that note, despite my undying love and respect for the paleontology community, I will most likely not draw the dinosaurs in a scientifically accurate manner. I will leave the real description of the creatures up to the mind of the reader, rather than my own art

With all that stuff out of the way, I'm going to get back to writing chapter one of what I've come to name as "The Law of the Jungle"