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hellomynameisfu) wrote2012-05-13 10:43 pm
hellomynameisfu) wrote2012-05-13 10:43 pm
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Hannibal was more than a little excited about his rag-tag group of dinosaur hunters. Granted, none of them were in rags and they hadn't seemed all that open to his suggestion of tag, but it was more fun to think of them as rag-tag. He had dubbed them Dino-might, as in "a DINOsaur MIGHT eat them". He would have had shirts made, but screen printing was apparently hard to come by on the island.
They were heading toward the southeastern section of the dinosaur territory, a section where Hannibal had noticed a T-Rex frequented for the past week or so. It was a good place to hunt, a dino-territory peninsula surrounded on two sides by whatever was keeping out the dinosaurs and another by the ocean. Prey could be cornered there and forced to fight. Good news if you were a giant-ass predator, bad news if you were the prey. In their case, the two were one in the same.
From there, the plan was to kill the thing, cut off its head, and drag the head to a raft Hannibal had anchored close by. It wasn't the most well made raft, but he was pretty sure it would do for his purposes.
"Alright, Dino-mights, we're almost there," he told them, glancing back over his shoulder to make sure everyone was keeping up. "Remember, the plan is to let me throw my meat bomb into his mouth, and everyone else make sure I don't get Velociraptored or fucked some other way while I'm trying not to be an afternoon snack. Unless it's, you know, proper fucked by some sort of sexy dinosaur women which may or may not be out here. Also, I have a strange craving for Poptarts. Did anyone bring Poptars? Preferably the brown sugar ones."
They were heading toward the southeastern section of the dinosaur territory, a section where Hannibal had noticed a T-Rex frequented for the past week or so. It was a good place to hunt, a dino-territory peninsula surrounded on two sides by whatever was keeping out the dinosaurs and another by the ocean. Prey could be cornered there and forced to fight. Good news if you were a giant-ass predator, bad news if you were the prey. In their case, the two were one in the same.
From there, the plan was to kill the thing, cut off its head, and drag the head to a raft Hannibal had anchored close by. It wasn't the most well made raft, but he was pretty sure it would do for his purposes.
"Alright, Dino-mights, we're almost there," he told them, glancing back over his shoulder to make sure everyone was keeping up. "Remember, the plan is to let me throw my meat bomb into his mouth, and everyone else make sure I don't get Velociraptored or fucked some other way while I'm trying not to be an afternoon snack. Unless it's, you know, proper fucked by some sort of sexy dinosaur women which may or may not be out here. Also, I have a strange craving for Poptarts. Did anyone bring Poptars? Preferably the brown sugar ones."
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He wasn't sure why the kid had agreed to come along in the first place, although "dinosaur hunt" seemed like enough of a reason to Hannibal. He had to wonder if the guy had experience with this sort of thing or something and that's why he tagged along.
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