my buddy glendon over at the flying trilobite is hosting the latest edition of the boneyard. be sure to check it and its palaeo-art theme out. also be sure to check out my entry about some of new zealand's dinosaurs.
Hi! I'm Traumador The Tyrannosaur
"I may only have a brain the size of a peanut... wait what was I saying again?"
Welcome to My Life
Rather than bore you with a long life story, I thought I'd share some of the memorablia I've collected from my many adventures.
Like all (good?) stories mine has a beginning. Only unlike most others that claim it, my story really does start a LONG time ago!
When Dinosaurs Ruled the Earth!!!
It was back at the hey day of my kind that I originate from. 65 million years ago during the Cretaceous period, to be precise.
I was born...
Now I can't tell you details about it, for obvious reasons, but my egg was lain in prehistoric Alberta.
Something REALLY bad happened!!!
Then a few weeks or months after my egg was laid, the Dinosaurs went extinct...
I didn't notice
Yet somehow I survived, after a fasion. My egg was buried, but despite all logic this did NOT kill me. Rather put me into a slumber through the ages (and pre-ages!). Millions and millions of years. You know come to think of it, I was really bored!!!
I was discovered
Despite all the odds against it, when I was finally uncovered my egg hatched, and I found myself a Dinosaur in the modern world...
The Explorer
My discoverer was a tour guide named Craig who fashioned himself a palaeontologist. However up until the day he found me, his ambition hadn't gone so well. I wonder if he wishes his luck hadn't changed after finding me?
Being a Dinosaur in the modern era, I didn't growup like any other Dinosaur before me...
I was raised by humans
Craig took me into his home, and as of such i grewup to think more like a mammal most of the time, and not a tyrannosaur...
My First Roommate
Dan also lived in our house, and unlike Craig, he often didn't like the problems and mischief i'd get into
My Mom
i would encounter my mother, after a fashion, only she'd been long dead. only her skeleton remains today, but i guess it's better than nothing.
My Play Mates
When I finally met and made friends with some other Dinosaurs, I of course picked the oddest Dinosaurs a T-Rex could hang out with!
Sadly I couldn't just sit around the house eating and playing video games forever... I eventually entered the work force. The number of jobs avaliable to a Dinosaur are pretty limited though...
I ended up at the local museum
Fortunately my hometown is home to one of the best Palaeontology museums in the world! So I got a job there...
I learned all thing Palaeontology
Naturally while at the Tyrrell I picked up some scientific know how and skills!
The girl of my dreams...
I fell in love with the museum's star attraction, Lillian the Albertosaur... Not that she returned the feelings back in those days!
Till I was fired...
The museum had too many Dinosaurs wanting to work there. So due to me being me, I was one of the ones let go...
The Tyrrell was a huge part of who I was early in my life. Without it I needed a new direction...
There were too many other Dinosaurs...
Unfortunately Drumheller was just overrun with other Dinosaurs. So I wasn't going to be able to stay there, and make a name for myself.
So I tried to find my own space...
I travelled across BC thinking I was travelling back in time. Only later would I find out BC in Canada stands for British Columbia!
I needed help...
Larry the Tyrannosaur
I moved!
To New Zealand
I'm a big deal to the Government!
I work at a museum...
My (almost) secret origin!
Nearly a hundred years ago, the mysterious fossil hunter Francis Slate nearly uncovered my egg. For some reason he left me there in badlands. forced wait for someone else to uncover me...
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I Also Know a Little Bit About Science
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I love to watch Dinosaur Movies
I've Started to Review Them From A Dinosaur Point of View
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