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Having just awakened a powerful dragon, our heroes now patiently await the fiery embrace of death...
Tim: Why would you wake the damn dragon up! WHY?!
Sylvanas: Well, we came all this way and he was asleep! That's rude, Tim! You're rude, Mr. Dragon!
Tim: He's a dragon! THEY'RE HORRIBLE KILLING MACHINES THAT LITERALLY BREATHE FIRE!
Dragon: Ahem.
Tim: AGHHH! He talked!
Sylvanas: Does clearing your throat really count as talking?
Tim: Close enough!
Dragon: The entire point was to get both of you to quit talking - but you're apparently imbeciles.
Sylvanas: Actually, we're Elves!
Sylvanas waves her hands around in several odd gestures.
Sylvanas: MAGIC Elves! Whooooohhh!
Tim: Stop mocking the dragon!
Dragon: Drake.
Tim: What?
Drake: Sigh. I'm a drake, not a dragon. Honestly, you may be some of the most idiotic beings I've ever met to still have a pulse.
Sylvanas: You're damn right we are! (whispering) Tim, what's a pulse?
Drake: Begone, Elves. I have important matters to attend to and no time for idle chat with fools.
Sylvanas: Hey! What a coincidence! Tim said we had important matters to attend to, too! But then we had to stop so he could give me a piggyback up the mountain.
The drake silently glares at Sylvanas, smoke trailing from his mouth.
Sylvanas: Staring is rude, Mr. Dragon.
Tim: Drake, Sylvanas.
Sylvanas: Oh, right - sorry, Mr. Dragon Drake.
Drake: LEAVE! I hunt the beast, and none shall stop me from destroying it!
Tim: The beast? What beast?
Drake: That is none of your concern.
Sylvanas: Yeah huh! We're rangers! It's our duty to protect the forest and all it's pants!
Drake: Then why aren't you wearing any?
Tim: Don't ask!
Sylvanas: PIRATES!
Drake: The Pants Pirates' reach is long indeed.
Tim: Oh, come on! Dragons don't even have pants!
Drake: No...but we do have feelings. That was cruel, Mortal.
Tim: ...Look, just tell us what this beast is.
Drake: Very well - he is the night wind that bites against weary skin. He is fear and death and incomprehensible evil. He is -
Sylvanas: Hey! What's your name?
Drake: ...Dalistrasz.
Sylvanas: Wow, that's stupid. Okay, go on!
Dalistrasz: Yes, well, now I've forgotten my place. He is a very large cat named Pepper.
Tim covers his face with his palm.
Sylvanas: Told you, Tim! TOLD YOU!
Tim: What sort of dragon -
Sylvanas: Drake.
Tim: WHATEVER! What sort of drake bothers hunting cats?
Dalistrasz: He is no mere cat, fool! Immune to all but the fires of life, he hunts and kills the young of all the creatures of Azeroth!
Sylvanas: Even bunnies?
Dalistrasz: Especially bunnies.
Tim: Why do I even get out of the bed in the morning?