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Boone tilted his head as he and Cassidy—all that remained of his once fine band of outlaws and misfits after the war with the Atlanteans—entered into the grounds of what he’d heard some of the grey-muzzles call a ‘museum’. He eyed their surroundings, trying to watch for signs of danger. The museum was one with the large shining birds—planes he’d heard them called—the humans had left behind, and there were more than enough places for an ambush. His gaze fell on one of those pla...

The halls of the Dead City's museum were filled to the ceiling with buzzing chatter and gleeful exclamations, especially in the old aerospace wing. Only a wide path made for navigating the rooms were left free of displays and tat, various games filling the rooms and carnival workers calling loudly to punters. The Lunar Light Festival always drew a large crowd of revellers, joyful and enthusiastic. Crypt hated it. His head was beginning to throb with the beginnin...

Blue had been researching plants - as she often did - in the vicinity of the carnival for the last few days. The carnival had the unique opportunity of bringing dinosaurs close together without as much worry of them killing and or eating each other - not that Blue wasn’t aware in her place in all of that. No, it allowed for her research on plant life from across the islands to continue despite not being able to travel there herself. Even if most dinosaurs were...

Crash's honey colored tail flicked behind him with glee as he approached the large booth. The colors of the massive structure awakened a feeling he couldn't name. Reds,blues,and yellows tinted the cloth that was hastily flung over the metallic deathtrap that the humans created. It reminded him of his own childhood journeys into the tropics. There was no knowing what kind of dangers one could find out there. Humans particularly were something that be...