A continuation of my first blog!
Scene change. In New York Islands (islands of a 25th level player (back then the cap was 25th level)), a Firefly Dragon is running.
FF dragon (5th level, 7 years old): See my tail, Massar? See it? SFX: WHACK! Massar (8th level Tree dragon, 14 years old: You are not yet 10. You are thus only a juvenile. And I know how easy it'll be to end you right here. (something buzzes, steadily getting louder) What is that? Skeletor, kill Sear (the fireflt dragon)! Sear: Oh no you don't! (whacks Massar with buzzing electrified tail) Massar: YEOW! Skeletor (9th level Bone Dragon, 13 years old): NO. (tail sweeps around and constricts Massar) Sear, go while you still have time! Massar: You son of a AARRRGH! My rib! As I was saying, stop it you son of a YEEEAAAAARRRRRRRGGGH! 4 branches down! 4! Skeletor: We can't have swearing in a blog about a game that 10-year-old humans play! Massar: Blog? Game? What?
Sear is long gone by now. Meanwhile, the dragons in the Willamette islands are going on with their lives...