Capt-Jack-Stifler

Donald E. Ridenbaugh

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Dinosaur Apocalypse teaser

Many years ago, no one’s sure exactly how long, humanity seemed like it was finally starting to take responsibility for its transgressions. Our species carbon emissions were capped, and began to drop as the years went by. The use of fossil fuels was coming to an end as the worlds best and brightest came up with safer and cleaner alternatives. When the effects of our efforts became tangible, it helped to ignite a revival in all things scientific. Our eyes turned to the stars with renewed interest, while research into biotechnology grew exponentially down here on terra firma, to the extent that “prehistoric parks”, as they wer

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Mesozoica

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The Crew of the Scavenger

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The Rainforest Empire of Tzul

The Kingdom of Tzul resides along the Iteru River, entirely within the Jungles along the equator, though it does not extend all the way to the coast. A major pastime in Tzul is jabali fighting. The animals have been bred for fighting for generations. Their colors differ from their wild relatives, and the fangs that are already large in their wild counterparts are even bigger in fighting specimens. The males are notoriously aggressive and ill tempered, especially towards males of their own species.During a fight, wagers are made as to which animal will win, and then two males are loosed into a pit, around which the spectators gather. Being

Rakateia

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Paleo Art

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Adventures and Exploration

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Pets

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R.I.P. Calypso

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Random Pictures

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Mojo and Zeke

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Dinosaur Apocalypse teaser by Capt-Jack-Stifler, literature

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Dinosaur Apocalypse teaser

All Quarrels Be Settled Ashore - Chapter 1 by Capt-Jack-Stifler, literature

The Game Keeper Diaries, Chapter 3 : Monitors by Capt-Jack-Stifler, literature

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The Game Keeper Diaries, Chapter 3 : Monitors

I spent most of the next two weeks studying for the tranquilizer test. Having yet to take it, my duties in the park were relegated to the feeding trains. Normally the other rangers all take turns on the train, but since I was new, and unable to do anything else, I became the defacto feeder. The few days that I had off, I sat in my bungalow and studied, or went down to the gun range for target practice. As a result, my routine became somewhat monotonous. I kept reminding myself that the sooner I was able to pass the test, the sooner I would be able to work in the park with the animals. So I kept at it. I started frequenting the benches on

The Game Keeper Diaries, Chapter 2: Meat Train by Capt-Jack-Stifler, literature

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The Game Keeper Diaries, Chapter 2: Meat Train

The next morning, my first day on the job, and I found myself running to work. I had forgotten to plug in the cart the previous evening, and as a result, I hadn't even made it out of my driveway when the thing cut out on me. As I ran, I cursed myself aloud . Ashford even reminded me, I thought. It was humid out, and warm. It must have rained sometime during the night, the road was wet and water still clung to the leaves of the plants along side. As I came abreast of the harbor, the canopy overhead thinned and then disappeared. The water was remarkably still, hardly a ripple across its surface. Few lights were on in the houses I passed, an

The Game Keeper Diaries, Chapter 1 : Arrival by Capt-Jack-Stifler, literature

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The Game Keeper Diaries, Chapter 1 : Arrival

I can remember looking out of the window at the deep blue of the Pacific far below me. It stretched for as far as the eye could see in every direction, my view being occasionally interrupted by a wisp of cloud, but otherwise unobstructed. The sense of insignificance that I felt compared to the vastness of the ocean had been with me since I had left San Diego a couple days prior. I had changed planes first in Hawaii, and then in American Samoa, where I boarded a sleek looking white and blue seaplane, and was en route to my destination, the island of Lautokamanu. Situated on the coral atoll of Motu Hanu, one of Lautokamanus barrier islands,