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[Shrimp_eater]

Another one I have is arguing with people on the internet.

That one is pretty normal though

Now, become a theflightchannel pal

 

[Deleted member 84247]

Another one I have is arguing with people on the internet.

Not a weird hobby. Just a silly hobby.

 

[2wordsperminute]

@RepresentingEnvy
@Corty

I was expecting the Spanish inquisition.

 

[melchi]

 

[Conqueror_Quack]

I was expecting the Spanish inquisition.

Now that you are not expecting the Spanish inquisition

 

[Conqueror_Quack]

 

[Conqueror_Quack]

 

[Conqueror_Quack]

 

[Representing_Tromba]

 

[melchi]

 

[melchi]

 

[melchi]

 

[melchi]

 

[melchi]

 

[melchi]

 

[melchi]

 

[georgelee5786]

 

[Tempokai]

A bedtime story for the dragons:

Spoiler

Ah, the classic hero versus demon king narrative, but with a twist. Let's spin a yarn about a dragon, not your typical fire-breathing, princess-kidnapping type, but rather a connoisseur of the finer things in life – namely, a good night's sleep, gourmet mana, and the delightful clink of coins. This dragon, let's call him Slumberus, sought nothing more than to laze in peace, but alas, the world had other plans.

In a land where heroes are as common as over-ambitious squirrels, our dragon Slumberus found his peaceful existence continuously disrupted. Picture this: a majestic cave, hidden by magic and illusion, filled to the brim with the most comfortable treasures imaginable. Pillows stuffed with unicorn mane, blankets woven from the silk of enchanted spiders, and a bed made of the softest clouds stolen from the sky. And let's not forget his mana cuisine, prepared by the finest goblin chefs who had defected from the underwhelming kitchens of the demon king. Slumberus was a gourmand, after all, not a barbarian.

But, as fate would have it, heroes, attracted to dragons like moths to a flame, always discovered his sanctuary. You see, Slumberus had a problem. While he was a master of relaxation and fine dining, he was absolutely terrible at hide-and-seek. Every few weeks, just as he'd gotten the temperature of his mana jacuzzi just right, a band of heroes would burst in, swords drawn, magic crackling, and eyes filled with that annoying 'heroic determination.'

"Behold, the dragon of legend!" they'd exclaim, completely ignoring the 'Do Not Disturb' sign Slumberus had painstakingly crafted.

The dragon, in his most sardonic tone, would sigh, "Oh, wonderful, the fan club's here. Did you bring snacks, or are you just here to ruin my nap?"

But heroes, lacking a sense of humor and an appreciation for sarcasm, would launch into battle, forcing Slumberus to relocate. Again. And again. It was like an absurd game of musical chairs, only with more swords and significantly less music.

Slumberus tried everything to avoid detection. He moved to a cave under the sea, but the heroes came in submarines. He tried a cloud palace, but they arrived on griffins. He even attempted to blend in at a dragon retirement community, but apparently, heroes can't read the '55 and older' sign.

The irony was delicious. Here was a dragon, the supposed pinnacle of power and terror, and all he wanted was to live the simple life: Eat, sleep, and play with his coin collection (which, by the way, was meticulously organized by year and realm). But no, the universe seemed to have conspired against him, sending heroes after him like he was the grand prize in some sort of medieval lottery.

In the end, Slumberus devised a cunning plan. He started a rumor about a 'far more dangerous dragon' (his second cousin, Grumblestomp, who actually enjoyed a good brawl) living in a distant land. And just like that, the heroes scampered off in search of this new adventure, leaving our dragon to his peaceful pursuits.

Slumberus, with a smirk and a shake of his head, finally settled down. He found a quaint cave, applied a dozen new magical wards, and hung a sign that read, "Absolutely no dragons here, especially not Slumberus. Try the next cave over."

As he curled up with a good book (yes, dragons read too), Slumberus mused, "Heroes. Can't live with them, can't turn them into garden gnomes. Well, not without effort."

And so, our dragon finally found peace, at least until the next band of heroes got lost and stumbled upon his cave, thinking it was a tourist attraction. But that, my friends, is a story for another day.

 

[Woolen_Monkey]

 

[Representing_Tromba]