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Jurassic Werewolf - Isla Nublar
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Desmond WW wrote: »Maybe Isla is roled as the goat from JP1? :pac:
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Desmond WW wrote: »You did :pac: You've been calling yourself detective since yesterday
Im a real life detective, its not a role
Wheres my lollipop0 -
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The group had spent a fantastic day jeeping and roaming around Isla Nublar. It was paradise on Earth. With dinosaurs. There was a small speedbump in proceedings when Barbara had to leave, but all in all; a good day was had.
However while everyone was enjoying the facilities, sights and dinosaurs, darker events were also taking place.
A member of the Jurassic Park island survey team was completing a final sweep of the raptor compound as the last task on his last day before retirement. All looked in order, but he couldnt shake the feeling that he was being watched. No....not watched.....stalked. The surveyor wiped his brow of sweat and craned his neck as he locked and tagged the exit door to the compound. Halfway through the adjoining jungle brush that shielded the path back to his jeep, he realised he needed to relieve himself and, walking towards a nearby out house, decided to take advantage of the facilities.
As he sat, pondering the fear and the excitement around the park he began to hear a strange noise, similar to one he had heard earlier only this time closer. There was a crash of thunder followed by the a gust of wind flowing by the outhouse. He stepped out of the outhouse, to walk back towards his jeep and had barely taken three steps when 3 Velociraptors converged on him.
The paradise no longer seemed like a paradise.
Hours later, John Hammond sat with the rest of the survey team waiting for their retiring comrade. A bead of anxious sweat trickled down his brow. John walked at quickly as he was able to the security room and swept his eyes over the various cameras. The blood and viscera outside the outhouse made John's heart sink and lunch rise. Upon further investigation by the security team, it appeared that, from a systems and security point of view, everything was in order. No door was broken, no pen compromised.....but somehow dangerous dinosaurs had been outside their enclosures and were on camera devouring human flesh. John went to the command room, walked to a plastic box with a glass front on it, in his office. He broke the glass door on the box and opened the envelope marked 'Emergency Situation A - Procedure Guide'.
He had no choice. There was only one option to ensure everyone's safety. John moved to the communications system in the command centre.......
ATTENTION ALL PARK VISITORS
WE HAVE HAD TO CLOSE ALL VISITOR ATTRACTIONS AND STAFF AREAS.
PLEASE CONVENE IN THE MAIN FOYER AND STANDBY FOR A VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT......0 -
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