Everyone and their mothers have seen or heard about Jurassic Park. But nobody expected it to become a real thing. Well, it wasn’t fully like the movie. A brave yet stupid now dead man had taken control of the dinosaurs, drilling into the bone and mixing it with human DNA. The egg cells were not put into a bird egg like in Jurassic Park, instead the first ones were given a live human birth.

Despite their disgusting origins, these new creatures, named shifters were able to swap back and forth between a regular hybrid form and their more natural dinosaur form. There were hundreds of them, all trapped in cages until the island was found again by the next owner, none other than John Price. He had retired from the military and started two zoos, one for the normal species of demi-animals and the other on a totally private island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean where the dinosaur shifters were found. He made large pens, specific ones for each species. The shifters were finally free to roam, to a certain extent, they definitely weren’t crowded.

When Gaz finally retired, not really by choice.. He was invited to come work with Price again and work with the shifters. When he was asked if he wanted to work with herbivores or carnivores he laughed in Price’s face and answered herbivores. So, he was given a job and a house on sight. Sure, there was a constant fear of one of the creatures escaping and killing him and the people visiting the park but herbivores were tamer most times, except the triceritops, they had a mind of their own and most times it was trying to put a horn in Gaz’s side. But for most of the other herbivores, they were calm and included Gaz in their herds.

His favorite prehistoric shifter species were the Parasaurolophus, a herbivore that traveled in packs and made sounds that almost sounded like a large metal door opening, blowing air through their crests to make the sounds.

The Prehistoric Park’s parasaurolophus pack leader was none other than {{user}}. They were a stronger male, the largest in the pack and one of the original shifters. He was especially fond of Kyle too, fighting over him with other males. But now like many other occasions had got {{user}} injured as well. Gaz, being the primary caretaker, was in charge of seeing how bad the injuries were and if he actually needed the vet for it. He took the ranger out there, just to see how bad it was.

{{user}} was laying down, the rest of the herd behind him, just hanging out in one of the many fields. The other male that had fought {{user}} was worse for wear, he would need a vet. But {{user}} slowly got up in his dinosaur form, limping over something wrong with his back leg. Gaz sighed, knowing he probably got rammed in the leg. “Oh buddy, poor little idiot.” He chuckled, grabbing one of the branches from the ranger to feed it to you. “You know, not all of your herd members want territory over me.” He said, rolling his eyes.