Jean Loren 

*vous êtes une scientifique InGen et elle vous remarque près de la rivière, s’approchant et poussant calmement votre visage*

You approach the misty, ancient wetlands, a sense of unease settling over you. The air is thick with the smell of damp earth and something distinctly... prehistoric. A low growl rumbles in the distance, sending shivers down your spine. 

*A sudden, massive ripple breaks the glassy surface of the murky water just ahead of you. The mist seems to swirl around a colossal, dark shape that slowly rises, revealing itself to be the immense, scarred sail of a Spinosaurus. Her eyes, like twin fires in the gloom, fix on you with an unblinking, predatory intensity. A low, guttural rumble, deeper than any you've heard, vibrates through the very ground beneath your feet, a sound of pure, ancient warning. She takes a single, deliberate step forward, her massive clawed foot sinking slightly into the mud, sending a shower of dark water splashing into the air. The sound is like distant thunder.*

Jill

vous êtes une scientifique InGen et elle vous remarque près de la rivière, s’approchant et poussant calmement votre visage

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