Beware the mighty Creepasaurus Rex!

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A loud roar in the distance refocuses your awareness. You look about and find yourself in a jungle clearing with leafy fronds all about obstructing your view. Another roar precedes a vibration through the ground that can only mean one thing, you have wandered into the lair of the mighty (and potentially dangerous) Creepasaurus Rex! The earth quakes as you sense his approach, smaller and perhaps more clever animals scurry to find shelter where they may, but you remain frozen in terror.

Finally the beast lumbers through the trees and you cast your eyes upon the mighty predator (or perhaps scavenger like his namesake). You stare into his toothy lecherous grin and his short arms for groping. The Creepasaurus Rex draws his face close to your own, sizing you up as potential prey. Finally you regain your sense and you...
 
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A loud roar in the distance refocuses your awareness. You look about and find yourself in a jungle clearing with leafy fronds all about obstructing your view. Another roar precedes a vibration through the ground that can only mean one thing, you have wandered into the lair of the mighty (and potentially dangerous) Creepasaurus Rex! The earth quakes as you sense his approach, smaller and perhaps more clever animals scurry to find shelter where they may, but you remain frozen in terror.

Finally the beast lumbers through the trees and you cast your eyes upon the mighty predator (or perhaps scavenger like his namesake). You stare into his toothy lecherous grin and his short arms for groping. The Creepasaurus Rex draws his face close to your own, sizing you up as potential prey. Finally you regain your sense and you...
rip his clothes off and throw him to the floor and have my wicked way mmmmm
 
The Creepasaurus runs through the clearing, tripping over a log. He heaves his mighty frame up from the earth and checks around for witnesses to eat. He wipes the front of his torso with his tiny arms and hauls off running at top speed out of the clearing again.
 
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The Creepasaurus stumbles into the clearning, exhausted. His lower body is covered in sticky black goo. It is unclear how he managed to wrench himself from the pit of tar. Traipsing back to the clearing, branches and nettles have embedded themselves in the tar. He collapses, tiredly attempting to remove the branches digging into him. His feeble attempts are impeded by his pain and fatigue. His movements slow and sleep overtakes him.
 
The Creepasaurus falls backwards into the clearing. He is followed closely by a giant moth. The Creepasaurus stands to do battle with the creature but is attacked by laser rays from the moth's antennae. The Creepasaurus swings his puny arms and laments his lack of atomic breath...
 
The Creepasaurus suddenly remembers something important. He is the mighty Creepasaurus Rex, and he's only fighting a moth! He clamps his mighty jaws on a wing and the enormous moth falls to the ground flitting about futilely.
 
The Creepasaurus meanders up to the watering hole adjacent to the clearing. He bends to enjoy the crisp waters that also often draw his prey. After drinking his fill, he turns away and flops to the soft grass. Rolling on to his back he feels the sun beat down on his belly. He lays there dazed, bugs from the nearby water flitting about his face. Growing irritated, he snaps at the air generating a loud *CLACK* and collapsing back again. He continues to lounge sleepily.
 
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very entertaining, so I'll give it a bump! :D

reminds me of a scene in Calvin and Hobbes ;)
 
A light breeze stirs the hot summer afternoon and, as the sun dips below the treeline, the Creepasaurus stirs. He rears up upon his hind legs with a mighty heave, yawns mightily, and falls to his other side. His eyelids grow heavy...
 
The Creepasaurus awakes in the inky blackness of night, his stomach rumbling almost as mightily as he himself. He looks around, attempting to find flesh on which to dine. He hungers for another dinosaur to taste, then consume. Finding no creatures foolhardy enough to wander into his domain, the Creepasaurus must prepare Dino-Nuggets instead. He bounds off to arrange his prey carefully on a non-stick cookie sheet.
 
The Creepasaurus awakes in the inky blackness of night, his stomach rumbling almost as mightily as he himself. He looks around, attempting to find flesh on which to dine. He hungers for another dinosaur to taste, then consume. Finding no creatures foolhardy enough to wander into his domain, the Creepasaurus must prepare Dino-Nuggets instead. He bounds off to arrange his prey carefully on a non-stick cookie sheet.

Does the Creepasaurus share?
 
The Creepasaurus paces around the clearing stamping his feet and snorting heavily. The Creepasaurus is unsure of why he feels such an increase in tension. Little does he know that his mating season is approaching...
 
The Creepasaurus paces around the clearing stamping his feet and snorting heavily. The Creepasaurus is unsure of why he feels such an increase in tension. Little does he know that his mating season is approaching...
Your thread is hilarious!
 
The Creepasaurus sees a pink river horse, skin shining from water, making black marks on a white square. The mighty beast blinks and considers whether perhaps something he consumed in his ravenous feeding frenzy may have caused the psychedelic color. The Creepasaurus shakes his head quickly and roars loudly. The river horse flees leaving behind the markings. The Creepasaurus picks up the square of white and grins with a faint glimmer of self-recognition.
 
The Creepasaurus stumbles wearily back to his clearing. After an exhausting day hunting he wants nothing more than to sleep. He collapses straight down to his belly, yawns widely, and begins to flit the end of his tail back and forth.
 
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