So imagine this: You spawn in wearing what can only be described as prehistoric underwear, surrounded by other half-naked survivors, and before you even figure out the controls, someone’s riding a T-Rex straight at you like it’s totally normal. Welcome to ARK: The Survival of the Fittest.

This game is pure chaos in the best (and worst) way possible. It's a battle royale, but instead of finding guns, you tame raptors. Instead of healing items, you eat berries and pray. And instead of a shrinking circle, there’s a giant dome slowly closing in while you try not to die from cold, thirst, or a wild pack of angry dodos.

You gather, you tame, you hope. And then something stupid happens.
Like that one time I actually managed to tame a Trike early on. I was so proud. I named him “Gusti.” We had a plan. We had dreams.
Two minutes later, Jerry got blown up by someone on a rocket-riding Tapejara. I didn’t even know that was possible.
I stood there in the middle of the jungle, holding a slingshot, just… staring at the crater. RIP Gusti. Gone but never forgotten.

That’s ARK: every match is a story, usually a tragic comedy.

The best part? Even when you lose, it’s often in such ridiculous ways that you can’t help but laugh. Got ambushed by a guy riding a giant monkey? Yep. Accidentally blew myself up with my own grenade? Of course. Tried to tame a Rex and got eaten halfway through? Obviously.

Visually, it’s... ARK. Sometimes it looks amazing, sometimes your textures don’t load and you’re fighting a blob. Performance is decent (for ARK standards), and the matches are way less grindy than the original game.

Final Verdict:
This game is unpredictable, unforgiving, and occasionally infuriating.
But it’s also wildly fun, and no two games feel the same.

8.5/10 – Would tame another Jerry just to watch him explode again.

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ garbage.

need more players

The Game seems dead now. The official servers are offline and the game crashes when trying to join one of the few empty unofficial servers.