Recent reviews by JKR0ME

I was playing with two friends of mine for a few hours, just running around and stuff, until we decided to settle down next to a small lake of sorts. After gathering resources and the like, we finally built our first house. One of my friends spotted a Dilo, Level 4, a true beauty, so we decided to tame it. As the other friend and I sat there, taming this wild beast, something horrible happened.
IT Happened.
My first friend starts screaming, "Help, the Turkey is gonna kill me!" Other friend and I start laughing our asses off cuz that sounds ridiculous. "Go help him," I said to my other friend. Other friend leaves to go help whilst I stay back and continue to tame the dinosaur. Pretty soon BOTH of them are freaking out, but I've already tamed the Dilo. "Dilly" is what I named her. "Dilly Dilo".
I run back to my friends. "Guys, I brought Dilly, she can kill the turkey!" The four of us gang up on this creature, which is when I realized something. This was no ordinary turkey. This turkey has killed someone. This turkey could look you in the eye, and you would see nothing but the depths of Hell. This Russian Super Turkey had trained in the coldest areas of Siberia, living off of the meat of sabre cats and human beings. He turned around and ♥♥♥♥♥-slapped Dilly so hard it would make Chuck Norris shed a tear. My only solace comes from the belief that she died without pain.
A few minutes pass, the three of us are now flipping out, when 3 strangers appear. These strangers were like angels, all around level 200, one of which was riding a giant bird, and another a giant wolf. What happened next was one of the most epic battles I have ever seen. As the wolf and the turkey battled it out, with the turkey violently thrashing about with moves akin to Jackie Chan, and the wolf ripping its flesh apart, all the rest of us could do was watch. After fighting for about a minute, it became clear the wolf was losing. The angel riding the bird swooped in before his friend's wolf was too hurt, and picked up the turkey, encaging it in its massive talons. The man on the wolf, who appeared to be their leader, said "See yas," as they rode off into the distance, the three of us cheering and tears rolling as they rolled off into the sunset.
We held a memorial for Dilly. It was beautiful. We made a sign which said, "Here lies Dilly Dilo, she died as gracefully as she lived." I couldn't take it. I fell into depression, went into the house, and proceeded to consume as many Narcoberries as I could handle. After a few seconds, I passed out. All I could here was one of my friends screaming at me, and the other trying to calm him. The angry friend wasn't having it, so he picked me up and threatened to drop me in the water, where I would surely drown. "He's a waste," he said "It's HIS fault she died. He must atone for his sins." After a few intense seconds, my other friend says, "This isn't what Dilly would have wanted." They broke down in tears. After a minute or two, I woke up, and after some sincere words, we went into the hut and logged off. It was an emotional night.
10/10, would go through joy, heartbreak, and emotional bonding again.