RR:  I can see that you're quite the fan of violence.  Don't worry, there will be plenty more.

Malte:  I'm terribly sorry to lose you as a fan.  I can see that you have a thing about violence, so I can understand.

I mainly try to please myself.  I've come to understand that if the author doesn't like the story, there is no point in really writing it, as they feel less inspired to work on it.

However, I think I have another story of LBT that I'm working on that I think might please you.  It doesn't hold much violence. (Mainly a Littlefoot & Cera fight.) The main plot though is exploring the relationship between each member of the gang, and as we know, some of them have pretty deep feelings for one another. (Like Ducky & Petrie.  They've had a deeper feeling than friendship since the beginning.) So, it is only a question on your stand in romance, but understand that it's rated G, so do not expect something too serious.

That is one element that will always find it's way into my fics.  I just seem to have a talent for it.  Knew that, with the way I made my first fic.

Well, that's all for the reviews.

See ya later.

I'll never forget 007 Goldeneye for the N64

God me and my friends used to ALWAYS play that. It was *the* game

Heh!  Me, my little brother and my two cousins used to play that game all the time.

We always came up with fun weapons to use. (Proximity Mines, Automatics, Grenade Launchers, etc.)

Of course, we had a few rules.

No Bond, Paintball Mode, 20 minutes.

We even had Slappers only.  My youngest cousin was a master slapper and, quite often, used Oddjob. (You know, the one that's smallest.) We even tried forbidding him from using Oddjob because he was too good with him.  He STILL beat us.

We even went for Pistols and Golden Gun.

Not to mention Flag mode.  That was always fun.

Ah, good times!  I miss them though.

RogerRabbit: Yes!

Malte: Well, the unrealistic elements are indeed of true imagination.  As you know, this is inspired by another fanfic, and torches were involved, and since they weren't around back then, I had to be creative.

Well, there's a reason for repeated words.  My vocabulary isn't as high as one would apprieciate, and I have the tendancy to not use a thesaurus. :^.^:

I highly understand the LBT language to be easy to understand.  However, there's probably going to be every single dinosaur that ever existed within this fic, and let's just say I like to challenge myself when it comes to writing.  Using the scientific names of dinosaurs, will be no exception.

Okay, got the reviews out of the way.

Anyone else have any comments about this.  Just remember, this is only part of Chapter 1.  It has yet to be finished.

Well, I'll see ya later.

EDIT: Oh, almost forgot!  Can you guess who of the gang has appeared so far?

Here is a little preview of my fic, Dark Future.

Just a little warning before you read, there's going to be blood, violence and death.

Understand, this is the way I like my fics most, and that's what I mainly aim for.

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An icy chill surrounded the area.  It was cold.  Cold enough for your breath to be seen, but not cold enough for snow.  Still, it was cold.  Cold, except for the hot southern wind that blew with the smell of smoke.  Several trees around the dark area had caught fire.  Fire, which was caused by lightning from the dark clouds that covered the whole valley above, which blocked the stars from anyone's view.  Clouds that produced lightning, but no rain.  Intermitted moonlight shone through the area.  Trees of a forest were knocked down and burning.  The fire was spreading, engulfing the forest.  The trees were not knocked down by fire, but by some sort of creature.  Creatures that left spread-out three toed footprints in the ground.

A long-necked dinosaur, an Apatosaurus, that was taller than most of the trees in the valley, lowered his head down, examining the destroyed area.  The footprints caught his eye.  He recognized them very well.  He had run into them many times in his life.  So much experience growing up having to deal with these beings taught him how to deal with them.  Behind him stood four figures, each nearly cloaked in the darkness of the night and a completely different species of a dinosaur.  The Apatosaurus only gave the group behind him a silent nod, confirming what they believed it to be.  The gang of five continued on south.  The footprints were quite fresh.  The threat was close.

The fire continued to spread.  The blaze burned through the valley like a natural wildfire.  Residents ran as fast as they could away from the intensely hot deadly flames and throat clogging smoke, screaming it terror.  However, they were mainly running from another threat at hand.

Nearby, several raptors held the various pieces of wood that had fire in the earlier forest they attacked in their claw like hands.  They threw the fire-sticks at the many dinosaurs, barely missing due to bad aim.  A Tyrannosaurus Rex nearby held a small tree that was on fire and continued to light the forest, making all that were hiding to run away in fear.

Producing three-toed footprints in the ground, giving chase to the residents, a duck-billed dinosaur, male to be exact, that was highly different from the Parasaurolophus kind he was related to.  He sniffed the air like a hunting dog searching for the scent of his prey.  He was after something.  The thing he was after looked like he did.

Behind a large rock a female adult Parasaurolophus stood with her back against the boulder, her whole body shaking in fear.  Due to the size of the rock she was hidden well and she could not be seen by plain sight.  However, that did not save her.  She was unfortunately in heat at this time of the season, and the smell of that gave her away.  Something suddenly grabbed her by the neck and held her tightly.  At least the hold on her neck wasn’t tight enough to stop her from breathing.  She let out a screaming cry of help.  Upon response, the full fledged sharp-tooth that looked like her species slashed her across the face, the claws digging deep into the skin and making blood gush out.

“Stop screaming like a tail-wagger and take this like a real swimmer!” He spat disgustedly.

The female was a bit offended by what he called her, but the fear in her seemed to destroy the offensiveness she had.  The male then moved into position near the one little place on the female was only allowed for a mate to go near.  Nearby, in fact right next to them, a raptor watched them in great fascination.

A shadow shifted.

Pain exploded into him as a connected fist that hit his face made him go flying away and knock right into the nearby raptor.  They went some distance before somersaulting backward onto their backs.  The two dinosaurs got up and now saw a female Saurolophus in front of the one that he was about to do his little experiment on.  She was indeed different from the brownish one she was protecting.  The irises of her eyes were as blue as a well missed clear day sky and her skin was as green as a leaf from a well-nourished tree in summer time.

The male Parasaurolophus stood up and stared angrily at her.  His orange like skin made him seem to almost blend in with the surrounding flames that were about.  The difference with him was quite obvious.  Sharp teeth and claws, and that wasn’t even the most unusual thing.  The one thing that made it obvious of how unusual he was out of all things, were his eyes.  The eyes had no pupil… no iris… there was nothing but the white.

He turned his head to the raptor nearby.  The raptor was huge.  A scary forty feet tall lightly built, fast moving, agile, bipedal and bird-like.  His skin was as blue as the vast ocean, and yet, he was an abnormality himself.  His eyes offered no pupil… no iris… there was nothing but the white.

“Get that fake!” He ordered the raptor.

The raptor obeyed and charged right towards the green female.  He got close to the new prey.  The female waited until the right moment.  The raptor was about to slash at her.  She suddenly grabbed the powerful right claw that was about to rip at her flesh.  The raptor tried to counter with his left claw, but it was quickly grabbed as well.  She may’ve been slightly smaller then the raptor, a mere two inches at most, but she was stronger, much stronger.  She was able to take complete control of the right arm and plunge it into the chest cavity of the unusual raptor.  The razor sharp claws ripped through the skin and pierced the heart.  She then let the now dead creature fall.  Blood oozing out and soaking the ground below.

Seeing his teammate lying there dead, the sharp-fanged Parasaurolophus was completely shocked.  Of course, it was rather difficult to tell that there was fear in his eyes with them being all white.  However, the fear was definitely there.

There was a formality to the one that had killed his teammate.  Unfortunately, he couldn’t place where he had seen her before.

Suddenly, he heard thunder around him.  He looked around and there was no lightning proceeding from the clouds at the moment to produce the thunder.  Which meant something big was coming his way.  At that point he suddenly met his end.  He couldn’t even tell what it was that ended his life.  The last thing he remembered was seeing something suddenly shrouding him in shadows before plunging into eternal darkness.

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That's as far as I've gotten.

Do not think of me as lazy, as I've been busy with other fics. (About 6 others.) Also, I'm not that focused on doing this fic as I am on one other fic.

So, what do you think so far?

And to those who have issues with length, just remember, the chapter isn't finished yet, so it still has some length to go.

Please give me your most honest reviews.

See ya later.

All right, Malte!  You win that one! -_-

Thanks to Malte helpping me have a different view of the song, Eggs, and giving it enough respect to make me want to watch LBT 2 again, I found a few things I had possibly forgotten about.

In LBT 2, as hard as it may be to believe, there were hints for this "couple."

Cera:  Call me and Littlefoot a couple again, and you'll regret it!

Okay, Cera!  Sorry! -_-

Anyways, as I was saying, there were hints.

The first one I would consider a hint that comes of great interest to me, is after Littlefoot tried to make Chomper eat some green food and failed.  He then decides to get some advice from his grandparents.  Now, while he's walking away from Chomper, he says this:

"If Cera ever finds out, she'll kill me!"

Now, it is interesting to me that Littlefoot seemed to be most worried about Cera finding out about him taking care of this baby sharptooth.  I believe that he knew that this kind of knowledge being given to Cera would jeopradize their current relationship.  I have knowen those in love to have quite a worry about certian things getting out that end up having a possiblity of ruining a relationship.  So, with him worried about how this would effect their relationship, one can agree that this was a hint.

And of course, there's the quarrel over whether or not Chomper should stay with them.  I find it ironic that even though Cera was against Chomper staying, she was willing to look for him and follow along with Littlefoot.  Maybe a part of her wanted to make Littlefoot happy, despite her disapproval.  I've known one's in love to go along with someone, even when they don't approve of certian things, in an attempt to keep the one they are most attracted to happy.  This would definately give a hint on Cera's part.

There is one more, but I don't have the time to post it now.

I'll put it in later.  For now, discuss what you think of these hints.

And see more of what your views are for this "couple."

Cera: That's it! *charges towards me.*

:blink: Uh-oh!  Gotta go, bye! *runs off*

Well, I happen to have a GBA.

I'll make sure to buy this game once it comes out.

Just a bit curious, how long will I have to wait for it?

I've never had canker sores in the back of my thoart, and I would probably hate it as much as you, perhaps more, if I ever got one.  Sorry to hear about that, Ace.

Anyways, the thing I do to get rid of my canker sores is eating one serving of yogurt a day.  It really does the trick for me.  Gone in about 3 days.

Another trick I used once was putting baking soda on the sore.  Of course, with it being in the back of your thoart, good luck getting it there.

Seriously now, just let me find a little book, and I'm sure I can help you.

I've got a little (that's actually exagerating on the fact that it's hardback and 500 pages.) book that holds home remedies for all kinds of common health problems.

Many of which, actually hold quite amazing results.

I once found a little fanfic of LBT that may indeed give presumable reason as to why no decaying bodies of dinosaurs that died of old age are found in the valley.

In the story, the author changed it and so that Littlefoot's Grandma and Grandpa died not too long after the gang made it to the valley, which was due to the trip putting a VERY terrible strain on their bodies, likely receiving heart attacks and strokes.

Anyways, they knew their time was coming, so they walked out to a certian part of the Mysterious Beyond that was known to have MANY sharpteeth come out at night.  That way, when they finally die, they're rotting flesh won't cause problems, and the sharpteeth won't enter the valley, due to them being too busy feasting on the dead body.

To me, it seems quite plausable.  If you ask me, it makes sense on some parts.

Okay, now let's just say for a second that there was a day like Valentine's Day that was celebrated in The Great Valley.  How do you think the gang would celebrate it?

In my opinion it would probably be celebrated the way most kids celebrate it.  Giving out thoughtful gifts to their family and friends that show how much they care about one another. (Would probably show us just how much of a crush Cera actually has on Littlefoot.)

Oh, and on a side note, as an early Valentine's Day gift, me and my family got a puppy. (Which we have named Pappi. :)

Anyways, I await your answers. :^.^: