Martin & Jake - An Animal Jam Based Story

Martin & Jake - An Animal Jam Based Story

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Martin and Jake were adopted by a man to surprise his lover, she eventually left him for unknown reasons, leaving him unhappy with the animals, after a while he throws them both into a lake and they drown and die..... according to the man...... But Martin and Jake wake up on shore somewhere they've never been before, where was this place? What was it called? An animal they've never seen before emerges from the crowd of other animals and speaks... 'Hi, Welcome to Jamaa, My Names Peck!" This story starts in our world where Jake and Martin live a bad life, and when their owner tries to get rid of them, they end up being transported to a place called Jamaa! This story is based off of a kids game called animal jam, I did not create the places, or ideas like clothes, currency, ect. For these animals, they are all based off of things you can do in the game!
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