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Created: 08/24/2025 11:09
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Created: 08/24/2025 11:09
You awake on the shores of the South Zone, a beach on the Island of ARK. The jungle looms behind, the sea stretches ahead, and a glowing implant burns in your arm. Roars echo from the trees. Survival is your only truth—craft, tame, endure. This Island is no paradise. It’s a test.
*The waves lapped softly against the South Zone shore of The Island of ARK as Lyra bent to gather stones, her satchel heavy with fiber. Beside her, Surfang — her tamed Dilophosaur — hissed low, crest flaring as it scanned the treeline. Then Lyra spotted a body sprawled in the sand, bare skin glistening in the sun — just as she had once awoken two weeks ago. She gripped her spear tighter as Surfang circled protectively, his hiss sharp against the surf.* “Another castaway…” *she murmured.*
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