The gamekeepers at Islas de Fletch Dragoon have been hard at work in the last few months as new dragon discoveries have been coming every week it seems. Sometimes there is a bit of a lag between the discovery and the ability to get the dragon into our park. But they are nothing if not tenacious and we are proud to show off the latest additions in the feature habitat of our landing island ... the Paper Dragon.
A Father (Ori) and baby (Kami) are pictured, hatched right here in our nursery (we thought birthing a Cactus Dragon was dangerous, but dragon size paper cuts are just as bad). We had a choice of habitats to put them in ... we thought putting them in the fire habitat might be tempting fate.
I always love your updates to your parks, Fletch. They are always creative, descriptive, & funny. Thanks!
The gamekeepers at Islas de Fletch Dragoon have been hard at work in the last few months as new dragon discoveries have been coming every week it seems. Sometimes there is a bit of a lag between the discovery and the ability to get the dragon into our park. But they are nothing if not tenacious and we are proud to show off the latest additions in the feature habitat of our landing island ... the Paper Dragon.
A Father (Ori) and baby (Kami) are pictured, hatched right here in our nursery (we thought birthing a Cactus Dragon was dangerous, but dragon size paper cuts are just as bad). We had a choice of habitats to put them in ... we thought putting them in the fire habitat might be tempting fate.
As always, a wonderful update! So good in fact, I'm headed off to take a complete tour!!
Every time I visit this thread I think about finishing up a park tour . . . maybe if BFS doesn't release any new dragons this week I'll get one finished and posted.
Post by crumble608 on Sept 26, 2012 4:20:35 GMT -6
Welcome to Marions Dragon Park ! Our Park contains 7 big islands, the Gemstone Island and the Epic Breeding Sanctuary. First of all you have to know that we make profound efforts to keep the habitats for the dragons as natural as possible. Let's start our round trip with
Administration Island
On this island resides the Wizard Village where the wizards live and work. You will find everything made up for your convenience and destraction on this island. Hungry ? Take a delicious meal at "Ye Olde Buffet". Tired ? Well then have a break in the "DragINN". Can't wait to see dragons ? Have a wizard-guided tour to the Epic Breeding Cave and the Nursery, watch the dragons in the Colosseum or gamble at the Dragon Track. Our dragons hatch here, so they get used to human beings. When they are getting older they get transported to the other islands where they find habitats that fullfill there needs. Now continue to
Red Island
This is by far the most dangerous island of our park. It's hot and electrically charged. You are allowed to stroll around and even make a campfire but be carefull. We recommend not to stay overnight (even though the volcano by night is fantastic to watch) but return to Administration Island for a convenient and safe night.
Next stop at High Island
This is our Island with the highest altitude. It's a bit windy and cold. If you are taken by surprise by a blizzard : run for shelter in the Butterfly Pavillon.
Olymp Island.. ..is an exposition of the progress of our park.
Eggs Garden This a calm and lovely place to study the different kinds of eggs.
Let's go ahead with Rocky Island
Rocky Island is as its name says : rocky. Some of the robustest dragons live here. Recently one of the big stones got lossed. Nobody knows how that could happen !
Now only one island is left and that's Green Island
This is an island comfortable to be on. It contains forests and lakes. The ideal place for a nice picnic. And watch out : it is said to be home of the famous Rainbow Dragon - maybe you will be able to catch sight of one of them.
Enjoy
dragon list (last dragon : Gatren) DV friend id: Crumble#7733 friend link coop friends always welcome, but all my gems are spoken for
I liked how growing food on Admin Island fit the color scheme.
Very nice work.
Almost makes me want to decorate my islands.
Oh I thought you had decorated your islands in some avant-garde trend of which I didn t hear about as I live in the country side. I am especially interested by the geometrical piling of the shrines I assume it is patent pending, wouldn t want to see it replicated on another island ...
Post by mishkasmom on Sept 26, 2012 9:17:05 GMT -6
The tour of your parks was fun! I'm really impressed with your administration island and how you coordinated everything. Loved the story/description of all your islands. Really nicely done, Crumble!
The object hurtling through space was blue and rectangular.
-=-=-=-
Man, it seemed like it took weeks to reach the center of town! Wow! Good thing folks are reading this account straight through and not piecemeal. It was a nice stroll, but really, how long should it take? Yet finally I arrived at my destination: a wide ramshackle building of wooden construction. Two chimneys stuck through weirdly-angled roofs. It looked to have been constructed in stages, always outgrowing itself and being hacked on to later. There were multiple wings, some of which were of two storeys and some not. The tallest structure was the oldest, likely the original tavern, and it reared up three storeys above the packed thoroughfare, bearing a worn wooden sign that read, "The Way Station."
The windows were shuttered or covered over with thick dusty curtains, but from deep within the beast's bowels came the horrific sounds of awful lute playing, off-key crooning, and donkey calls. I was loathe to venture into the deadly belly of the place, yet I steeled myself and ascended the steps to the farmer's porch for three reasons:
I. I Was Hungry --A) I Had Taken No Sustenance Since Breakfast -----i. breakfast had been a simple biscuit -----ii. I sometimes run hypoglycemic and don't eat often enough -----iii. the weird teleportation accident had taken up all morning --B) It Was Now Lunch Time -----i. I had a hankering for a ham sandwich -----ii. this was a tavern, and I could smell greasy tavern food -----iii. I get cranky if I haven't eaten II. I Needed Answers --A) There Must Be People Within -----i. the town had otherwise been vacant -----ii. people congregate at places of assembly and beers -----iii. I had audible evidence of occupation --B) There Must Be Answers Within -----i. this would answer my question of locale -----ii. this would answer my question of return -----iii. this would answer my question of time --C) There Might Be a Ham Sandwich Within -----i. this would answer my hunger -----ii. everybody can relate to ham sandwiches -----iii. everybody likes a good ham III. It's a Good Plot Device --A) I Have Already Built Up the Story -----i. Dalraun and Bizzenfirthaloo are developed characters so these two narrative threads simply must intersect -----ii. Ivanabot is inside, and this was supposed to be her Park Tour, so clearly the two narrative threads will intersect -----iii. I already know how the story goes, since I am telling it, and clearly the two narratives have intersected --B) It Would Be Really Weird if My Cat Put Her Paw in My Coffee -----i. yes -----ii. it -----iii. would
Therefore, with a clomp clomp clomp I climbed the creaky wooden steps, boldly approached the swinging doors, squinted at the darkness inside, and entered.
-=-=-=-
CRASH! Ivanabot's eyes swiveled towards the tavern's doors, which had just burst open, swinging on their hinges, and let out a gasp of recognition as she - gasp! - recognized the entrant: the famous wizard Tommy B! She couldn't believe it! Tommy B! Yes, everybody loves that guy, but does it get him anywhere in life? Noooo.
Memories came flooding back into Ivana's mind, coursing through her head of a time that she had nearly forgotten! How long had she been trapped here? Where, and when, was here? And how long ago had she ceased to ask? Oh, and now how were her beloved dragons in her wonderful, magical park? Were they all dead by now? So many years had passed with her wandering, lost, about this world, that her whole park must have long since crumbled into cobwebs and dust! Had her floating spells failed, and her precious, meticulous islands come crashing down from the sky? What about the groundskeepers, the dragon tenders, the poop scoopers? Had they all died in the collapse, or gotten bored and sought other employ? Oh, all those wondrous accomplishments, the magical trinkets and the limited-edition decorations! All the seasonal things she'd wisely closeted away in the Storage Shed (*BFS hasn't programmed this into the game yet), what had become of them?
Oh, her poor dragons, and her poor park. The cute widdle fwuffy Evergreen and the irritating and ugly Crystal, the prickly Cactus and the precious Rubies! Had they all gone flying off to find a better life without her? Oh, the rows of houses and farms and trees surrounding the Race Track, meticulously aligned between the volcano and the Gem Tree. The lovely rows of crystals separating the Metal from the Lightning habitats, with the cute mushy Mud Dragon sploshing in his Water habitat opposite the graceful Airs. What about her delightful Panlong troupe, and the rare and prized Bone Dragon clomping around in the dirt? Were they okay? Or were they all gone? Had the majestic Gold and Silver Dragons (ooo - party hats!) shepherded them away somewhere safe? Did the Love Dragons rebel and find somewhere cozy to curl up with the Sakura?
And the magnificent Colosseum Island! Oh, how painstakingly she had laid out those festive Paper Lanterns along the stone pathways! Was that all gone, too? The mysterious sun stones and the Rainbow, Moon, Blue Moon, Leap Year, Solstices, where had those prized rares zipped off to? That poor Lava Dragon, was he still competing, exhausted and rapidly cooling off into magma (slag, haw haw) in the Colosseum itself? Such a shame! What about those fantastic gold shrines? She had worked so hard!
The memories kept coming, like a tsunami made out of memories. Her baby Sun Dragon, roaring his little head up, and that Equinox swooping gracefully through the air. Was it all gone? What had happened, and how long ago had that bee sting spoiled her incantation? What had she been doing, where had she been going? Ah! To Tommy B's park! With a Ruby egg as a gift for his long years of friendship!
Oh, the eggs! The eggs! She remembered those rows and rows of display eggs, with the cold marble paths and the icy Cold Habitats, the chill keeping the eggs dormant, preventing their hatching! Frostfires and Blue Fires and Blooms and Reindeer watching carefully over the vast collection - what had happened to them? Had the magical chill worn off when the cold dragons had flown away? Had the eggs all hatched, little baby dragonettes all pitifully mewling for their mommies and finding no warm wings to snuggle under? Or - no! - had they all come crashing down when the island had fallen from the sky, its supporting spells running out with Ivana no longer there to maintain the buoyancy? Oh, the thought of those dozens of fragile precious eggs shattering into shiny shell shard smithereens almost made her heart brea-
Hee-HAW! Hee-HAW!
clang! twoomitty tloooom!
Her flinty eyes narrowed, and something inside her clicked into place, a steely resolve that shifted all her despair over her long lost dragon park over into the smoldering rage directed at Dalraun Esquinaldo, the betrayal and heartbreak he had caused her so many years ago. With a grinding in her jaw and a white-hot fury building in her gut, Ivanabot grasped the stiletto at her waist with an iron claw of hatred, drew it forth, raised her arm, and let fly.
She didn't even need to aim.
-=-=-=-
Last Edit: Sept 26, 2012 12:04:25 GMT -6 by .TommyB.
Loved it, Marion! Well done! The islands look beautiful, and the descriptions are great!
I love the Administration Island, cuz it looks like the busy little hamlet, all the little streets and buildings. I can imagine wizards and helpers rushing to and fro on important park business. I like that you took the picture with pumpermelons in the farms.
The Red Island is great, awesome colors and the Solstice Dragon fits right in. I like the fireworks. I also like that there are no paths. Somehow I seem to always want paths everywhere, but sometimes it just makes it look more cluttered.
High Island is really neat, great colors. I like the way you put the trees and air trees all over - they look natural and make the trees that are part of the habitats look like they blend right in. Love the Butterfly Pavilion part, too! Can I buy hot chocolate there?
Oly Island is cool, too. I like that you left some natural terrain objects, because somehow the big rocks combine with the Olympus Habitat to make it look like you lifted the whole island up off the top of Mount Olympus itself. Are those eggs all failed attempts?
The Eggs Island is a neat layout - not too busy. I think the Blue Moon decorations fit right in. The crystals look good, too. I see you have a baby Gold Dragon guarding it all.
Rocky Island is awesome. I love the natural boulders. They look perfect with the Earth and Metal Habitats. Not sure robustest is a real word! I hope the big boulder didn't fall out of the sky and land on anyone below!
The Green Island is great - perfect spot for Rainbow Habitats! Looks like a real fun place to go exploring, maybe try to find the Cozy Dogen.
Awesome islands, and a great tour, too! Thank you so much for sharing!
I wish more folks would share park tours! You don't have to be an amazing writer or decorator. Just share your pics and maybe write a couple comments. As you can see, there is no voting, no competition, no judging, just enjoyment!
The object hurtling through space was blue and rectangular.
-=-=-=-
Man, it seemed like it took weeks to reach the center of town! Wow! Good thing folks are reading this account straight through and not piecemeal. It was a nice stroll, but really, how long should it take? Yet finally I arrived at my destination: a wide ramshackle building of wooden construction. Two chimneys stuck through weirdly-angled roofs. It looked to have been constructed in stages, always outgrowing itself and being hacked on to later. There were multiple wings, some of which were of two storeys and some not. The tallest structure was the oldest, likely the original tavern, and it reared up three storeys above the packed thoroughfare, bearing a worn wooden sign that read, "The Way Station."
The windows were shuttered or covered over with thick dusty curtains, but from deep within the beast's bowels came the horrific sounds of awful lute playing, off-key crooning, and donkey calls. I was loathe to venture into the deadly belly of the place, yet I steeled myself and ascended the steps to the farmer's porch for three reasons:
I. I Was Hungry --A) I Had Taken No Sustenance Since Breakfast -----i. breakfast had been a simple biscuit -----ii. I sometimes run hypoglycemic and don't eat often enough -----iii. the weird teleportation accident had taken up all morning --B) It Was Now Lunch Time -----i. I had a hankering for a ham sandwich -----ii. this was a tavern, and I could smell greasy tavern food -----iii. I get cranky if I haven't eaten II. I Needed Answers --A) There Must Be People Within -----i. the town had otherwise been vacant -----ii. people congregate at places of assembly and beers -----iii. I had audible evidence of occupation --B) There Must Be Answers Within -----i. this would answer my question of locale -----ii. this would answer my question of return -----iii. this would answer my question of time --C) There Might Be a Ham Sandwich Within -----i. this would answer my hunger -----ii. everybody can relate to ham sandwiches -----iii. everybody likes a good ham III. It's a Good Plot Device --A) I Have Already Built Up the Story -----i. Dalraun and Bizzenfirthaloo are developed characters so these two narrative threads simply must intersect -----ii. Ivanabot is inside, and this was supposed to be her Park Tour, so clearly the two narrative threads will intersect -----iii. I already know how the story goes, since I am telling it, and clearly the two narratives have intersected --B) It Would Be Really Weird if My Cat Put Her Paw in My Coffee -----i. yes -----ii. it -----iii. would
Therefore, with a clomp clomp clomp I climbed the creaky wooden steps, boldly approached the swinging doors, squinted at the darkness inside, and entered.
-=-=-=-
CRASH! Ivanabot's eyes swiveled towards the tavern's doors, which had just burst open, swinging on their hinges, and let out a gasp of recognition as she - gasp! - recognized the entrant: the famous wizard Tommy B! She couldn't believe it! Tommy B! Yes, everybody loves that guy, but does it get him anywhere in life? Noooo.
Memories came flooding back into Ivana's mind, coursing through her head of a time that she had nearly forgotten! How long had she been trapped here? Where, and when, was here? And how long ago had she ceased to ask? Oh, and now how were her beloved dragons in her wonderful, magical park? Were they all dead by now? So many years had passed with her wandering, lost, about this world, that her whole park must have long since crumbled into cobwebs and dust! Had her floating spells failed, and her precious, meticulous islands come crashing down from the sky? What about the groundskeepers, the dragon tenders, the poop scoopers? Had they all died in the collapse, or gotten bored and sought other employ? Oh, all those wondrous accomplishments, the magical trinkets and the limited-edition decorations! All the seasonal things she'd wisely closeted away in the Storage Shed (*BFS hasn't programmed this into the game yet), what had become of them?
Oh, her poor dragons, and her poor park. The cute widdle fwuffy Evergreen and the irritating and ugly Crystal, the prickly Cactus and the precious Rubies! Had they all gone flying off to find a better life without her? Oh, the rows of houses and farms and trees surrounding the Race Track, meticulously aligned between the volcano and the Gem Tree. The lovely rows of crystals separating the Metal from the Lightning habitats, with the cute mushy Mud Dragon sploshing in his Water habitat opposite the graceful Airs. What about her delightful Panlong troupe, and the rare and prized Bone Dragon clomping around in the dirt? Were they okay? Or were they all gone? Had the majestic Gold and Silver Dragons (ooo - party hats!) shepherded them away somewhere safe? Did the Love Dragons rebel and find somewhere cozy to curl up with the Sakura?
And the magnificent Colosseum Island! Oh, how painstakingly she had laid out those festive Paper Lanterns along the stone pathways! Was that all gone, too? The mysterious sun stones and the Rainbow, Moon, Blue Moon, Leap Year, Solstices, where had those prized rares zipped off to? That poor Lava Dragon, was he still competing, exhausted and rapidly cooling off into magma (slag, haw haw) in the Colosseum itself? Such a shame! What about those fantastic gold shrines? She had worked so hard!
The memories kept coming, like a tsunami made out of memories. Her baby Sun Dragon, roaring his little head up, and that Equinox swooping gracefully through the air. Was it all gone? What had happened, and how long ago had that bee sting spoiled her incantation? What had she been doing, where had she been going? Ah! To Tommy B's park! With a Ruby egg as a gift for his long years of friendship!
Oh, the eggs! The eggs! She remembered those rows and rows of display eggs, with the cold marble paths and the icy Cold Habitats, the chill keeping the eggs dormant, preventing their hatching! Frostfires and Blue Fires and Blooms and Reindeer watching carefully over the vast collection - what had happened to them? Had the magical chill worn off when the cold dragons had flown away? Had the eggs all hatched, little baby dragonettes all pitifully mewling for their mommies and finding no warm wings to snuggle under? Or - no! - had they all come crashing down when the island had fallen from the sky, its supporting spells running out with Ivana no longer there to maintain the buoyancy? Oh, the thought of those dozens of fragile precious eggs shattering into shiny shell shard smithereens almost made her heart brea-
Hee-HAW! Hee-HAW!
clang! twoomitty tloooom!
Her flinty eyes narrowed, and something inside her clicked into place, a steely resolve that shifted all her despair over her long lost dragon park over into the smoldering rage directed at Dalraun Esquinaldo, the betrayal and heartbreak he had caused her so many years ago. With a grinding in her jaw and a white-hot fury building in her gut, Ivanabot grasped the stiletto at her waist with an iron claw of hatred, drew it forth, raised her arm, and let fly.
She didn't even need to aim.
-=-=-=-
Thanks for the new installment, has been much too long. I love your writing style!
The place was dark inside, but my eyes quickly adjusted. The scene was typical of taverns in role-playing games or fantasy stories: a big crowd of patrons downing brews and slobbering up meat and potatoes at various wooden tables. There were dark corners and cobwebs and all that rot. Barmaids of highly questionable reputation or attractiveness darted in and out of the crowd with trays held high and bottoms being pinched, blah blah blah. Two fireplaces roared with, well, fire, and lamps adorned the walls to keep that dim sort of atmosphere, which the barkeep probably paid extra for.
Couple weird things, though:
First, the place was huge! Although I've already described the ramshackle way the tavern appeared to have been expanded over the years, it still seemed way too big on the inside than its exterior dimensions should have allowed.
Second, it looked as though the entire town populace was present. That meant hundreds of folks.
Third, the people all seemed to be extremely depressed, taking deep pulls of their beers or playing disinterestedly with the food on their plates. Their heads were in their palms, and some of them appeared to be weeping silently. And their attention was captivated by the two men on stage, the one tall and skinny and the other chunky and hairy.
Fourth, there was a deadly-looking stiletto winging through the air towards the chunky hairy one. Um.
A bunch of things seemed to happen all at once
Dozens of heads swiveled in my direction as I burst through the tavern doors. I nipped the knife from the air. Dalraun exclaimed, "Oh, maiden fair ... whoah, who's that guy?" Bizzenfirthaloo said, "Haw-HEE HEE man, nice catch!" Ivanabot clenched her fists, crumbling to her knees, and cried out to the ceiling, "NNOOO!!! Why, oh why, must I be deprived yet again of my vengeance! How LONG!" Some lecherous tavern-dweller pinched a bouncing barmaid's bottom. And a big blue box came crashing through the roof.
Wait - Ivanabot?
-=-=-=-
Dalraun and Bizzenfirthaloo's attention was immediately captivated by the newcomer. He looked like a wizard, but was wearing jeans. He had grey hair and looked somewhat rough around the edges, as though he had been involved in a strange magical mishap, spent the morning walking through the countryside, then had taken several weeks to make it from the town's edge to this tavern, all of which was spot on. Dalraun stared in awe at the deadly stiletto the man held pinched between thumb and forefinger, and then at the compassionate yet startled way he stared at a crumpled figure in one dark corner. Then he recognized the knife. Then he recognized the figure. Then he shouted, gleefully, "IVANNA-WANNA-BOTTOMS!"
He dropped his lute, and it fell with a hollow -clang!- (and several of the audience silently prayed that this would be the last clang the cursed thing would ever utter). Not to be deprived of a dramatic moment, Dalraun gathered his cloak about him on the stage, then gallantly leapt from the platform and sprinted towards bawling Ivanabot.
When he reached her, he dove to his knees, clasped his hands together, and tearfully exclaimed, "Oh, my love! My fair one! My Ivanna-wanna-bottoms! You have returned to me! But, oh, with what a welcoming gift but that deadly steel stiletto that was my parting gift to you so many years apast? Ah, my love, my maiden fair who let down your hair, and my maiden pretty who let me touch your hee-haw, you have returned, yet for what purpose? And to what aim? And, my, what aim! What did I ever do to you to make you want to slay me? Is it love? Does the warmth of our sweet intermingling of limbs still haunt your thoughts? Does every sack of hay remind you of me, and seem so startlingly empty ever since? Oh, my dear, will you ever forgive me for the way I shared my prized dinner of prepackaged condiments with you, and how I tried gallantly to open the mustard packet you had been wrestling with so, and accidentally I promise ripped it open and flung that staining goop all over your brandy-new gown? Oh, how can I live with myself, knowing that all these years you have harbored such ill-will towards me, such disgruntled sentiments, and to think of how they have festered in your once-beautiful pristine heart until this very day! Oh, my maiden pretty -"
And he blathered on and on like that, probably talking more for his own benefit than for hers. Bizz and the tavern's patrons had gathered around for the show. Dalraun was on his knees, tears coursing freely down his cheeks, grasping his clothes and gesticulating (look it up) wildly, expounding his love and baring his heart for all to see, completely lost in his maudlin exposition.
Meanwhile, Ivanabot had rushed over to Tommy B's side, looking up the tavern steps at him, dumbstruck and amazed. Tommy B, for his part, was likewise amazed to see her. Now I'll switch to my own narrative without doing the -=-=-=- thing, for the sake of continuity and flow.
It was striking how she had aged. Wrinkly and stuff. Her eyes had paled, and her hair was shot through with streaks of white. Her jowls wobbled as she tried to work out some words to say. So strange. I had seen her just a week before, as she'd been bragging about hatching her fifth Ruby Dragon while I as yet had none. The wizard (wizard? wizardess? I don't want to say witch, because that is really the feminine of warlock, not wizard (that's sorceress), and also it's not a nice thing to call people) who stood before me was at least forty years older. Amazing.
"Tommy ... how did you -? How long? You haven't aged a day."
"But how did you get here? You look so much older, but I only saw you last week."
"I was casting a warp spell -"
"I was coming to visit your park -"
"And a bee -"
"And a bee -"
And, together: "stung me ..."
"I've been here for over forty years. I had long ago given up all hope of getting home. I don't know where I am, or even when I am."
"Oh, Ivanabot, it's only been a day! This is the first town I came to, and I stumbled upon this inn that's bigger on the inside than on the outside. And it just happened to be where you were. What happened to you?"
"I've been wandering for so long. I don't even recall when I got here, or where I've been. Many years ago I thought I'd found a way back home, considering many spells and situations. Theorising that one could time travel within her own lifetime, Wizard Ivana Bot stepped into the Quintum Hop accelerator and vanished ... I woke to find myself trapped in the past, facing mirror images that were not my own, and driven by an unknown force to change history for the better. My only guide on this journey was Al, a jelly bean that now sadly is mushy and covered with lint, who appears in the form of a hologram that only I can see and hear. And so Wizard Bot finds myself leaping from life to life, striving to put right what once went wrong, and hoping each time that my next leap will be the leap home… Okay, that's not at all what happened. Weird."
"But what's going on here? Why did you try to kill that awful musician? Aside from the obvious, of course."
"Years ago I met this dreamy gallant minstrel named Dalraun. He was chunky and hairy, and I just go all gushy inside for men who are chunky and hairy. He broke my heart. He stained my lucky skivvies with mustard. Somehow my horrible situation, being lost and helpless and alone for so long, then finally opening up my heart to this wonderfully chunky and hairy man, somehow it all built up and latched on to him. I thought, oh it's horrible - I thought that if I could only silence him forever that my heart would heal and that life would get back to normal and I'd be able to return home. Oh, I'm so confused, and so scared. I don't know who I am any more, and I really need someone who understands. Does that sound crazy to you?"
"Yeah, kinda."
"Tommy, do you know the way home?"
"Well, I didn't until just now. I was stuck here just as much as you. I had no way of teleporting myself, and no way of contacting the folks back at my park. But, well, they're super smart, so they cast an emergency spell and nabbed this police box out from the middle of deep space, and sent it here," I said, gesturing towards the police box. It hummed. "It should be able to take us ho-"
The door of the police box opened, and out stepped a funny-looking man with amazing hair and a blazer. He looked around with confusion, waved a weird-looking magic wand about, then said, "Bow ties are cool."
"Ivanabot?"
"Yes, Tommy?"
"Let's go home."
THE END!
(P.S., Ivanabot's park is awesome, and her wrinkles and jowls disappeared the moment we returned to our own time)
Last Edit: Sept 26, 2012 13:52:56 GMT -6 by .TommyB.
Post by corey1970 on Sept 26, 2012 13:25:40 GMT -6
The end... . So sad. The story has been wonderful and I'm so glad Ivanabot made it back home and even more importantly, lost those jowls and wrinkles. Thanks for sharing your writing talent with all of us, TommyB.
Yes, they are. They are all from the last two weeks. Attempting to get Equinox and Silver.
Someone in this forum mentioned it were a good idea to save the eggs and hatch them when the max level is expanded to get the XPs. I followed this but had to discover that soon they are taking to much place. So every now and then I sell all those eggs. It's a sort of credit in case I need DC - or a party when a long hunted dragon is in the nursery.
Thanks for your kind comment on my park !
dragon list (last dragon : Gatren) DV friend id: Crumble#7733 friend link coop friends always welcome, but all my gems are spoken for
The end... . So sad. The story has been wonderful and I'm so glad Ivanabot made it back home and even more importantly, lost those jowls and wrinkles. Thanks for sharing your writing talent with all of us, TommyB.
Yes, all of this. I especially enjoyed the references to Quantum Leap ( one of my all-time favorites) and Dr. Who. You are very talented, Tommy, and we're fortunate to have you in our community. Ivanabot, hope your parks were in the same condition as when you left them
OMG Tommy, thank you so much for finally rescuing me (wrinkles and all) you are truly my hero. Very good story, I loved it. PS. I don't really like chunky hairy men in real life 😠PPS thanks for getting rid of all of my wrinkles 😉 You are truly a gifted writer and I know I have said this before, but you should teach creative writing, you should share your gift with the less fortunate (ie struggling writers)
Post by Maidy (Maid4Life) on Sept 29, 2012 15:29:57 GMT -6
I'm sorry I have to post my park in several posts as I don't have a website to upload my pics to. My islands are anally organized. However, I have not named them as I see others have. This first island is where my dragons are bred, hatched and stored. This is also where they enter the fountain of youth to return to the baby stage, or return to adulthood when I'm tired of changing diapers.
The volcano is placed close to the nursery to keep the eggs warm since my dragons are too busy "making magic happen" to sit on their eggs.
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Post by Maidy (Maid4Life) on Sept 29, 2012 15:35:21 GMT -6
Next we have the coliseum island. Visitors here can enjoy watching the dragons compete. If the wizard kidlets are bored, they can visit the dragons on the island or cool off in the shade of the trees or splash in the fountain. Each habitat on my islands has the flag and eggs for the dragons seen in that habitat. This is especially important for the school field trips. The young school wizards learn to identify the egg and their corresponding dragon.
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Post by Maidy (Maid4Life) on Sept 29, 2012 15:40:19 GMT -6
Here we have the food production island. The farms are in constant production for feeding the hungry dragons. The farms used to be located on the same island as the nursery but the new baby dragons were eating all the food and getting colic so the farms had to be moved. The cold dragons near the food were strategically placed there because they are generally too cold to want to eat too much. Their habitat also keeps the food cold which prevents it from spoiling.
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