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Aug 28, 2008 @ 11:42 AM

| Everything you are about to read is fictional and just for fun. :) Exhibited is based on a large private island that a very rich scientist bought, and keeps, today. The scientist in question isn't exactly the usual type - he doesn't wear a white coat, has never placed a pair of goggles on his face before and there's not a trace of Einstein's fluffy white hair anywhere! Nope, our scientist - who, coincidentally, is named "Brian Pollon", but we'll refer to him from now on as Mr. P - could even be considered trendy. Why, of course, he's a little mad and eccentric; but he looks normal with a mop of straight brown hair, a dash of stubble around his jaw, and nice modern clothes. | ![]() |
| The first egg hatched and out popped a tiny bundle of scales with large black eyes that blinked as the small creature peered up at its creator - its assumed mother. The bond was met and from then on, Mr. P and his team of scientists created more and more - using a system of modifying the DNA in fertilized ostritch eggs - baby dinosaurs that he kept in his own private enclosures, savouring the wicked delight of having brought back to the world something that others thought they would never see. In time, when he had tested and tried and trialled and errored, he felt it was finally time to allow a few choice dinosaur-enthusiasts onto his island and give them a piece of land, where they could hold their "dinosaur farms." He turned his world and theirs into a dinosaur paradise - with enclosures spreading as far as the eye could see and their scaled and feathered counterparts flocked within them, existing and living as dinosaurs should - at least when kept in captivity. However, the dream was shortlived. The dinosaurs grew too big too fast, and due to faults in their genes, developed terribly aggressive personalities and went crazy on rampages - leaving a trail of devastating destruction in their wake as they stampeeded through. They broke down their enclosures, turned on one another and tore each other apart, and then finally set their sights on the humans on the island.
Mr. P knew his dream had failed, and knew that he couldn't leave human life in danger. A mass cull was ordered for every single dinosaur displaying the rampant gene and as the troops went off to board their helicopters, rifles slipped over their shoulders, Mr. P sighed and sank back onto the balcony to wait. |
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