Posted by Archosaur on June 20, 2009, 8:37 pm
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Every movie has scenes that need to be added in. In this case: a more extended vore scene! Land of the Lost Fan Fiction 1 Scene: The Duel of Dr. Marshall and Grumpy Holding the staff before the enraged tyrannosaur, Grumpy, Dr. Marshall was suddenly remembered the poster in his office, and mouthed the words: “If you can’t make it, it’s your own vault...” Suddenly, the inane phrase that was mocked earlier took on a new meaning. Inspired, Dr. Marshall ran towards the tyrannosaur, pole outstretched. The massive reptile began to eagerly stomp towards his diminutive opponent. Planting the pole in the ground, Dr. Marshall began to propel himself upward, arching, feet first on a course twelve feet over the ground: precisely at mouth level for the charging tyrannosaur. Unable to believe his good luck the tyrannosaurus simply opened his cavernous maw. Dr, Marshall had a brief glimpse of an organic cave opening up, teeth like stalactites framing the writhing tongue, and pulsing throat, eager to devour him. Before he even had time to scream, he slid feet first across the smooth slimy tongue sinking entirely into the cavernous throat at the back of the mouth. Looking back, he had a brief vista of the fang filled jaws closing, the last light of the outside world glistening on the undulating carpet of the tongue. The throat closed reflexively about the scientist, slick muscular walls rapidly sucking him deeper into the reptile. With a wet slurp, Dr, Marshall was ejected into the massive stomach of the Tyrannosaurus Rex. Dr. Marshall’s friends watched in horror as he disappeared entirely into the dinosaur’s maw. A liquid slurp accompanied a bulge sliding down the muscular neck. The tyrannosaur paused briefly, and uttered a belch. “Do you realize who you just ate?” shouted Holly “Probably the only man who really understood you. All right, so he was rough on the size of your brain. You don’t eat a man for that, you reason with him!” Holly bereted the reptile as he stomped off.

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Posted by Archosaur on June 20, 2009, 8:40 pm, in reply to "Land of the Lost: Fan Fiction"
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In the Belly of the Beast Inside the tyrannosaur, Dr. Marshall gasped for breath in the foul air, and scrambled across the oozing rippling musculature of the stomach. Groping in the acid darkness, his hands closed over what felt like a breath mask. Not pausing to consider what such an unlikely item was doing inside a Cretaceous reptile, Dr. Marshall placed the mask on his face and inhaled deeply. He then began coughing and vomiting up the digestive juices and chime that filled the mask. Shaking the mask out, he placed it over his mouth a second time. Still nothing. Reaching out in the oozing stomach contents, he pushed aside what felt suspiciously like a hand, and found a tank with a valve. Turning the valve, he was rewarded with cool, refreshing air. Leaning back in the churning digestive organ, Dr. Marshall paused to catch his breath. He could hear the steady thump of Grumpy’s heart, and feel his world rock back and forth as the dinosaur stomped through the jungle. I need a light, he thought. While he had lost his Zippo, he still had his All Purpose Emergency Light ™. Fishing it out of his pockets, he discovered happily that it was undamaged, and still in its packaging. This meant, of course, that it had never been charged. With a shout of disgust he threw away the useless devise, and then hurriedly replaced his mask, coughing. Searching though the undulating stomach flesh, he found a metal rod. A few seconds of experimentation produced a bright beam of light. “A flashlight! It still works!” The camera focuses in on a gratuitous product placement of the flashlight’s brand. The flashlight illuminates the massive digestive organ of the tyrant lizard: glistening flesh ripples and oozes, folding and collapsing. The floor of the cavern in covered in a oily, beige fluid, and the countless objects that Grumpy has eaten. Staring in horror, Dr. Marshall sees the partly digested scuba diver (who’s gear he has taken), several human body parts and bones, pieces of dinosaur, and dead Sleestacks. The dinosaur is also a practical Land of the Lost and Found, as everything from stone-age flint tools, to a half of a space suit, to even less recognizable, alien objects clutter the gigantic belly.

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Posted by Archosaur on June 20, 2009, 8:42 pm, in reply to "Re: Land of the Lost: Fan Fiction"
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Gastric Visitors Hearing movement, Dr. Marshall swings the flashlight around to discover three small bald alien forms, gently reclining against the undulating stomach flesh. These extraterrestrial explorers had been examining a space time phenomenon which had then sucked their spaceship through a vortex to crash in this strange dimension. The tyrannosaurus had little difficulty ripping open the plastic-metal shell of their flying saucer in order to lap up the flailing treats within. Now, in spite of all of their technology, vast intellect, and psychic powers, they were trapped here, doomed to be just more nutrients for the massive reptile. “Hel-lo” Bagan Dr. Marshall, speaking slowly and loudly, as if speaking to an imbecile or small child rather than extraterrestrial intelligences, “I-am-Doc-tor-Will-am-Mar-shall. I-come-in-peace. I-mean-you-no-harm.” Sensing that this was THE moment, contact with extraterrestrial intelligence, Dr. Marshall stepped forward slowly, hand outreached. The orchestral melody of “Thus Spoke Zarathustra” (also used in 2001 Space Odyssey) begins to build to a crescendo. “This is one small step for-“. The music screeches to a halt as the doctor slips and falls face first into a pile of digestive slime. One alien turns to the other and says, telepathically, “There is no intelligent life on this planet.” Sitting up, sputtering, Dr.Marshall notices that the aliens appear to be blistered and burned. “Let me take a look at that. Now-just-because-I-am-a-doc-tor-does-not-mean-I-am-a-licensced-pshyscian.” When he touches the alien’s skin, the blisters pop and he finds himself holding a wet, grey, piece of flesh. “Yuck! Yuck-yuck-yuckity-yuck!” Dr. Marshall jumps about the belly shaking his hand desperately. One of the aliens turns to the other. “We’re doomed it says”. “Our memories and psychie will be lost out here with the demise of our bodies” worries another. “Fear not” says the third, “We shall transfer our memories and psyche to this great creature, as it is clearly the most advanced entity we have seen here thus far. Thus, when we are digested, neither our bodies, nor our psyches will truly be lost.” “We concur” said the other two. The aliens meditate peacefully, transferring the sum of their thousands of years of knowledge to the massive reptile. Then, Dr, Marshall gasps in horror as he watches their small bodies bubble, melt, and then drain away, liquefied into nutrition for the leviathan. “Nooooo!” he screams, as the aliens merge with the dinosaur, happy to be finally reunited with another entity.

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Posted by Archosaurrchosaur on June 20, 2009, 8:45 pm, in reply to "Re: Land of the Lost: Fan Fiction"
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Internal Conflict “You bastard!” screams Dr. Marshall. He grabs a flint-tipped spear leaning against the belly. With a guttural yell he drives it into the soft stomach wall with all his might, only to have the flint tip break off. Screaming incoherently, he jabs the undulating stomach walls again and again. Suddenly, huias would turns upside down, as he rolls about the belly sloshing along helplessly along with all of the other contents of the vast digestive organ. “I did it! I’ve got the bastard!” he yelled. Grumpy the tyrannosaur rolled on the ground, helplessly booming forth deep saurian laughter due to the tickling in his belly. Tiny arms flailing, he rolls onto his back, kicking his legs from the gentle poking inside his stomach. Dr. Marshall stands dripping, listening to the sad bellows of agony. “What am I doing?” he says “All my life I’ve wanted to study these creatures, and now…” his voice catches in a sob. “Oh, the humanity!” He sobs pounding against the stomach lining. Suddenly his would turns again, the belly begins to rock back and forth slowly, as the tyrannosaur begins walking again. “Yes!” he shouts. As Grumpy stomped though the jungle, Holly’s words echo in his huge brain: “Probably the only man who really understood you. All right, so he was rough on the size of your brain. You don’t eat a man for that, you reason with him!” He gives a sad moan, and the song track “Memories” from Cats starts up. He begins rumbling a basso accompianant to the song as he stomps along. He stares down into a nearby pool that seems to have the images of the three adventurers he has tormented over the last few days. Then, with a crunch, the music stops as the tyrannosaur steps on the moss covered radio nearby.

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Posted by Archosaur on June 20, 2009, 8:49 pm, in reply to "Re: Land of the Lost: Fan Fiction"
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Evacuate the Bowels! “Ok” says Dr. Marshall, leaning against the digestive-juice covered wall “Reptiles have slow metabolisms. They can live for over a year between meals. That means that I have days to find a way out.” He notices a tingling on his hand, and examines it in horror to see it covered in burn blisters. “Ahhhhhhh!” he screams and runs about more. He looks up at the entrance to the throat, closed tight. “It is a well known fact that dinosaurs cannot evacuate their stomach though vomiting, so that way is out.” Looking about, he locates the entrance to the intestines, already swelling open to absorb the liquefied remains in the belly. Tightening the mask, Dr. Marshall says “No guts, no glory” and dives headfirst into the very intestines of the tyrannosaur. He does not notice the entire stomach heave violently, then compress, expelling all of its contents (except for Dr. Marshall’s waiving legs sticking out of the intestinal sphincter). Grumpy looks at the streaming pile of vomit, pooling on the forest floor. He searches desperately for Dr. Marshall. Not finding him, he groins sadly, and stalks off. Groping and wriggling desperately, Dr. Marshall squirmed towards freedom. Suddenly, he comes to a halt in the tight, slick tube. His passage is blocked by a bright yellow rubber life raft, folded over, with a plaid jacket sticking out. He searches, pushes, prods, and eventually pounds the raft in frustration. Nothing. “So: this is it.” He mumbles. The tube behind him is already packed with sludge, trapping him in the folds of the intestines. “Well, I’d at least like to think I learned something today. Put -er there, Big Fellah.” As he reaches past the raft to pat the tube’s lining, his hand pops loose the cap for the life raft. Air rushes out into the intestines, liquid bubbling into forth, and jarring loose items lodged in the bowels. With a deep rumble, his world shakes, and he begins to slide down the tube. “Yeah!” he shouts as he shoots down the slick tube, twisting through a maze of hairpin turns. Grumpy pauses, he senses . . . a disturbance in the bowels. The creatures of the jungle take flight as a massive blast of flatuance erupts from the dinosaur, knocking some birds out of the air. The thunder lizard squats, and begins to strain. Moaning and panting, the great lizard strains to pass years of accumulated artifacts belonging to the many people he has eaten, now lodged in his intestines. With a thunderous roar, and equally thunderous blast of gas, the thunder lizard discharges a colossal stream of excrement. The tyrannosaur sits and pants, tongue lolling, with a look of satisfaction on his scaly muzzle. He then examines the streaming pile of excrement, over ten feet high. A hand bursts forth, and soon, the streaming figure of Dr, Marshall struggles forth for the oozing mass. “Hey buddy” he gasps, “Let’s put all this behind us.”

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Posted by Archosaur on June 20, 2009, 8:52 pm, in reply to "Re: Land of the Lost: Fan Fiction"
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Scene: after the credits roll Hundreds of Sleestacks prostrate themselves on the ground before a gigantic tyrant lizard. Grumpy stomps over to the pylon. Gingerly, he places his tiny fore paws on it’s surface. With is vastly enhanced knowledge, he has deduced the correct code to open the pylon. Grumpy begins to bellow the melody to “Do You Believe In Love After Love”. The pylon opens. Inside Enoch is beginning to manipulate the crystals, while laughing in a sinister fashion. A tyrannosaur head come in behind him, seizes him in its jaws, and swallows the inter-dimensional schemer whole and flailing. Scene: after all credits are done The desert winds blow dust and tumble weeds across the abandoned tunnel entrance. It’s loan care taker mutters: “wish somethun’ would happen here.” There is a flash of light. The care taker turns, only to find himself face to snorting muzzle to a gigantic tyrannosaurus rex.

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Posted by lurker on June 21, 2009, 7:54 am, in reply to "Re: Land of the Lost: Fan Fiction"
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Great Job! if only the movie could have been that detailed. The only thing I would recommend is having the aliens mention one of their companions beings consumed some days earlier, which would explain Grumpy already being so intelligent.

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