Dragons: They come in all different shapes, sizes, and spike counts (that’s like thread count—the more you see on a dragon, the bourgeoisier he becomes). Their personalities range from friendly to hangry, from nonverbal brutes to so clever they have to be voiced by Benedict Cumberbatch.
They’re cute.
They’re terrifying.
They’re cartoons.
They’re costing HBO $10 million dollars an episode to look this real.
They’re… whatever the Furries at Hasbro have going on here. (Yes, I know it’s Sony, but you can’t convince me that isn’t one of the My Little Ponies).
Dragons are the apex species of the fantasy world. They’re allowed be anything. Do anything.
They’ll eat you for breakfast.
They’ll aid you on a quest to restore your family’s honor.
They’ll burn your city to the ground.
They’ll teach your children the value of friendship.
They’ll exact vengeance against a powerful man whom society will later decide probably had it coming.
So you better not mess with them or—
Or…
There we go. Tyrannosaurus rex with wings! RRRRAAAAARHHH!!
Dragons. 10/10
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