Jurassic Park: Warpath (I think that's the name) for PS1. I had a lot of fun with that game, but then it broke :(
[url=http://www.65millionand1bc.com/]Sixty five million and one BC[/url]
[QUOTE=Stizzles;20672437]Jurassic Park: Warpath (I think that's the name) for PS1. I had a lot of fun with that game, but then it broke :([/QUOTE]
I loved that game, I got it for my 10th birthday as I recall and I went into school an hour late due to it. :3:
[QUOTE=Xenomoose;20635177]if they made a new Carnivores with more realistic dino behavior, I'd be all over that like ugly on an ape.[/QUOTE]
Such a shame [i]we weren't there to record how they acted since we were busy being rat-like protomammals![/i]
Oh, also this: [url]http://www.moddb.com/mods/dino-d-day[/url]
It's a mod for HL2, it's really short, but it was fun for a little bit.
[QUOTE=eatdembeanz;20673127]Such a shame [i]we weren't there to record how they acted since we were busy being rat-like protomammals![/i][/QUOTE]
You can use living animals as a model you know. Spend enough time observing animal behavior and you come to see that most behaviors are universal.
Off road raptor safari.
[QUOTE=RR_Raptor65;20674439]You can use living animals as a model you know. Spend enough time observing animal behavior and you come to see that most behaviors are universal.[/QUOTE]
Maybe the giant lizard monsters of the past behave differently than the tiny lizard monsters of today?
Also, I suggest Zoo Tycoon: Dino [something something]
Put a fuckton of T-rexes in a plastic cage, wait for the fun. Better yet, drop someone into the T-rex cage.
[QUOTE=eatdembeanz;20674943]Maybe the giant lizard monsters of the past behave differently than the tiny lizard monsters of today?
Also, I suggest Zoo Tycoon: Dino [something something]
Put a fuckton of T-rexes in a plastic cage, wait for the fun. Better yet, drop someone into the T-rex cage.[/QUOTE]
I thought Jurassic Park: Operation Genesis was better. instead of fight clouds, you actually get to see the T-rex or whatever eat things. if it didn't hurt my authenticity rating, I would have just placed goats in my Rex pen and watched him gobble them whole all day.
Yes Jurassic Park : OP was far better.
Nanosaur, I remember CONSTANTLY playing it when I was little.
It may be shitty, so don't get mad if it is.
It's plot was this: A dinosaur goes back in time from the future in order to save the other dinosaurs eggs from extinction.
[QUOTE=Fahrenheit;20617683]Jurassic Park: Trespasser[/QUOTE]
What's so funny about that? Trespasser is a fucking amazing game!
Barney's Hide and Seek.
[QUOTE=NotPigeon;20752607]Barney's Hide and Seek.[/QUOTE]
That reminds me...
[CODE]* Earth, 65 million years ago, Mesozoic Period.
The air was moist and hot, titanic green plants rustling in the breeze.
Primordial cries and calls filled the valley, as tall, lumbering behemoths
nestled near the lake shore. At the water's edge, large clusters of crested
reptiles knelt down to sample the lush, cool grasses growing out of the water.
Further away, upon the sloping crags and knolls, stood the flesh-eaters.
But one particular carnivore was not occupied with eating. Not for the
moment, anyway. This particular creature, whom scientists eons later would
label Tyrannosaurus Rex, was eyeing a small patch of earth very intently.
Buried under the dirt rustled her hatchlings, cracking open their egg-casings
and clawing for the open sky. There were about six in the litter, and as the
last one struggled free of its shell, the mother dinosaur nodded intently,
satisfied at their emergence. She instinctively lowered her head and sniffed
each infant. The smell was fresh and healthy for all of them, but she
hesitated.
The first five baby tyrannosaurs were lanky, scaly creatures with bright
yellow eyes and mottled grey and green skin. The sixth was...different. The
mother leaned closer, examining the last infant dinosaur with a suspicious
gaze.
The tiny baby tyrannosaur stared back at her. She felt an instinctual
loathing, but wasn't sure why. This particular newborn had definitely been
hatched from her litter, but it had very little in common with the rest of its
siblings.
It was purple.
The mother tyrannosaur reeled back, confused and afraid. The purple baby
gurgled and smiled. She hesitantly approached it again. She then noticed that
besides being purple, it was smooth, chubby, and had dead, empty eyes. And
when it smiled, which was often, it had a sinister, threatening chuckle that
startled her and the other newborn tyrannosaurs. The mother was struck with a
sudden urge to crush the little beast under one of her heavy, taloned feet, but
her maternal instinct kept her from doing so. At least for the moment.
* * * * * * * * * *
Under a sweltering sky filled with the fading rays of the sun and swarming
pteryodactyls, the two giants roared and lunged at each other upon the marshy
field. The tyrannosaurus rex kept herself away from the thick, knobby tail of
the ankylosaurus, who squatted below her, wary of her massive jaws filled with
jagged sharp teeth. Around the edges of the field, a lone triceratops and a
pack of lambeosaurs watched.
The battle had lasted for several hours, and both opponents were
exhausted. The tyrannosaur realized that if she couldn't feed her children
soon, they may starve or wind up devouring each other. With a final effort,
she lunged towards the ankylosaur and snapped at its head.
The armored dinosaur turned away and slapped its hard, bony tail into the
firm thigh of the flesh-eater. She growled in rage and whipped around toward
the front of her opponent, her flesh sore and broken where it had been struck.
She flung her powerful leg over the shell of the ankylosaur and clasped it over
the edge, just above its hindquarters. She yanked it towards her, flipping the
foe onto its back and knocking it breathless. It desperately flailed its thick
stumpy legs in the air, trying to right itself upon the ground, but it was a
futile effort. The next moment, the tyrannosaurus bore down upon the exposed
underbelly of the ankylosaur and ripped out its entrails. In a spray of blood
and bone, the tyrant lizard claimed her prey and roared in triumph. The sound
echoed throughout the valley and hills, resounding her victory.
It was not much longer when she returned to her nest, dragging a large
chunk of the ankylosaur's flesh towards her hatchlings. The baby tyrannosaurs
chittered busily and scampered upon the bloodied morsel, and the sounds of
their eating pleased the mother. Then she looked upon the purple one. It was
not eating. Rather, it was staring blankly at her and smiling. She growled
back as a retort, but it did not appear to faze the fat, stocky creature. She
turned away and helped herself to the rest of the meat.
* * * * * * * *
At a neighboring nest, a styracosaur was facing a similar dilemma. Though
she too had given birth to a fine litter of hatchlings, there was something odd
and unsettling about one of them. It was a female creature, with starry blue
eyes and a high, squeaky call. Unlike its siblings, it had smooth green skin
and bright pink dots. It also walked about on its two hind legs, not on all
fours like the rest of the family. It preened and giggled constantly, and all
of the other babies in the litter ignored it, as if afraid. And while the
styracosaur-mother had sharp, spiky horns, it noticed this one did not. In
fact, she wasn't even sure it was of her kin.
She went about her way, the newborns following after her, munching on
ferns and flowers. Other styracosaurs in the herd raised their gaze at the
family, then stared at the green, bubbly one at the end. They too, were
feeling a great deal of discomfort and insecurity.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Dawn rose and the mother-tyrannosaur rose from her slumber. Her gaze
rested upon the litter. She noticed that many of the hatchlings were now able
to run quite steadily through the dense brush and many snapped at the flies and
gnats that filled the dense air. She shifted her gaze uneasily upon the fat
purple dinosaur, who sat on a rock, rocking back and forth, smiling serenely at
the yellowish sky. She had noticed it had not even eaten once, but was still
plump and growing rather rapidly. She began thinking more and more of plodding
over and wrapping her jaws tightly around its firm belly, she found it easier
to fight the maternal instinct given the loathsome nature of this purple
miscreant. Had she not been staring so intently at the purple baby, she would
have noticed a green, bubbly creature faintly resembling a styracosaur
approaching the knoll.
The purple infant began giggling and smiling even more when the green
dinosaur appeared alongside it. The mother tyrannosaur reared back in alarm.
The mother styracosaur, who had been searching for the baby green freak, came
upon the scene and reacted likewise. As the two behemoths watched in rapt
fascination, the purple and green dinosaur faced each other and began an odd
call. It was a series of sounds, repeated over and over in a continuous
rhythm, and as they continued, the two newborn creatures clasped their hands
together and began swaying back and forth. A song and dance.
Moments later, the sky turned a turbulent red, and volcanoes began
erupting with unbridled ferocity. Lava and smoke spewed into the sky. The
ground shook, causing great cracks to emerge and forests were shattered into
splinters. Cries of confused and frightened dinosaurs filled the air, and a
tremendous heat began to build in harsh intensity.
The mother tyrannosaurus fought to approach the purple and green lizards. She
was filled with an immediate desire to kill them and rip their flesh
off of their skeletons. But as she struggled, she became aware of a more
immediate menace and looked towards the sky...
Steadily approaching the earth blazed a gigantic, fiery orb. The light
was blinding and the heat incredible as it broke the atmosphere, igniting it
and causing a tremendous upheaval in the soft surface and rolling oceans. The
next instant it exploded against the earth's fragile crust.
The tyrannosaurus was thrown off of her feet and she roared in fear and
confusion. The entire valley was filled with the cries and howls of terrified
and wounded dinosaurs, many who stampeded blindly into the center of the
explosion, which had sent a billowing, rumbling column of smoke and fire into
the violent sky. Great clouds of dust and debris began darkening the horizon,
and as the tyrannosaurus struggled back to her feet, she noticed with great
dismay her newborn children, dead on the ground. They had either been trampled
to death by panicking herds or suffocated by the intense heat and debris. She
bellowed in rage and despair, then fixed her gaze upon the purple and green
dinosaurs below her. She lurched after them, but suddenly found herself
gasping for air. Her lungs began to burn and swell from inhaling the hot dust
and smoke, and within seconds the mighty giant fell to the ground and died.
By the end of the day an eerie silence had fallen upon the land. The sky
was a mosaic of blacks and blues, clouds rolling in fantastic patterns over the
landscape. Dust and ash gently floated in filmy clouds upon the surface,
lightly coating the dead and dying bodies of dinosaurs. The temperature had
fallen rapidly and some of the marshes had begun to freeze over. A faint
breeze whistled mournfully through the racked forests, and off in the distance
an unusual sound was heard. At the edge of the valley two stocky figures
waddled off into the distance, hand in hand, singing the very song that
preceded the comet's impact....
I love you, you love me, we're a happy family....
With a great big hug and kiss from me to you, won't
you say you love me too?
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