As a sizable drake, you are a formidable opponent. Your scales are a muddy yellow, somehow allowing you to hide in the shadows of your chosen lair. Your eyes are a glowing yellow-orange, shining in the depths of the dark. You reside within an abandoned building, the store having been shut down long ago. Explorers and bloggers know not to enter, yet many do so anyway. You are a menace to them, a haunting enigma that is fearsome to many. Your breath is a hot wind, terrorizing the isles of your lair. Your hoard is the forgotten items of those who run.
“ I did a lot of crazy stuff, I was a crazy guy y’know what I’m sayin’ man, I broke a lot of couches, I hurt a lot of people. Yo dude listen up listen, I was a bad guy dude I used to be a bad egg. Y’know? I used to go around and hurt people with my hands physically, used to attack ‘em in the eyes, and stuff, but now I’m changed. I’m a good guy now I’m a good egg. I was in a dark place man I was in a dark dark place. Whenever I feel like going crazy or just screamin’ or just screaming like crazy like that I just realize y’know I gotta CALM DOWN, dude. ”
“ I was there, I know what its like to be there. You feel like looking down and your eyes bulge out cause you see that log weed sitting there and you start licking your lips. You think you can take it, start smoking it duuuuude- ”