The Dragon's Dogma

by **Roll Fizzlebeef** Wed Jul 31, 2013 4:54 pm

<: ENTRY\\ DREAMWORLD 1
<: LOCATION\\ UNKNOWN
<: TIME\\ UNKNOWN

Fizzlebeef emerged from the teleporter, katars in hand. The hallway that stretched before him was used as an incubation facility for dragon eggs. Most of them were, as of now, laying broken in their futuristic glass cases. In addition to the broken shells, the hall itself was also in a state of disrepair. Pipes were blown, glass cases were shattered with the glass shrapnel laying nearly everywhere, and there was blood everywhere... someone had broken the eggs before they hatched?!

Fizzlebeef could feel his skin freeze over when he finally saw the bodies. Dragon hatchlings were laying near their respective eggs and all of them were dead- ....or not? They began to stand up, one by one, staring at Fizzlebeef down the hall with their black, lifeless eyes. Blood was trickling from the corners of their eyes as they began to shriek; they sounded so weak it was almost like they were crying. They clearly should have been dead; none of them were fully developed, many had mortal injuries and even missing arms or wings. Their scales are begun to rot and turn a sickly shade of green. He counted 15 in total, but there were 16 eggs... Where was the last one?

Fizzlebeef's gut wrenched and tore itself in two. He felt overpowering compassion and pity for these poor creatures, and it horrified him to no end that someone could do this... but who? Before he could finish his train of thought the baby dragons began to shamble towards him, spitting balls of flame and draconic energy lasers at him all the while. Fizzlebeef danced around in an effort to evade them, even using his arm bracer to deflect one of the lasers. The impact was jarring, regardless Fizzlebeef grit his teeth and vowed to put these dragons out of their misery. He rushed forward in the group holding his katars outward, slashing and kicking at any dragon that dared to attempt biting him at close range. After slashing two dragons and narrowing avoiding getting chomped by a third, he decided to try a different tactic.

"Rain of Frigor!!" he shouted as he jumped up into the air, swinging his palms in front of him. Following in their wake were 10 pinpoint-sharp icicles that shot downward at the dragons below him. With no defense against, what for all intents and purposes was arcane magick, the dragons had no recourse but to try to evade them. Many were not intelligent enough to do so, and even most of those that were could not move fast enough. As Fizzlebeef landed, he counted 3 still standing.

Then he saw it - the sixteenth dragon.

With a flap of its magnificent golden wings, it rocketed into the air above Fizzlebeef and the other dragons. Without heed to friend nor foe, the golden dragon's maw began to charge with crackling energy.

"Wait! NO!!" Fizzlebeef screamed, but the dragon did not hear him. There was a flash of brilliant, searing, all-consuming light...

Fizzlebeef set up rather violently in his bed, breathing heavily as he tried to process what just happened. He muttered to himself for a moment, asking himself what was going on. As he began to calm down he realized he had been dreaming and that he was at home. He glanced at the clock and squinted in an effort to power through the grogginess in his eyes.

[12:31AM]
[FEB 3 12]

"Son of a mother's goat, it's early..." He groaned, not speaking to anyone or anything in particular. "I have been playing way too much Cave Story... And I should probably let up on the bacon cheeseburgers plus Mike's hard lemonade before bed." Stepping into the bathroom, he examined his disheveled appearance in the mirror before turning the faucet on cold and splashing his face with water. Looking back into the mirror he saw the head of a green-blue dragon and opened his mouth; the scream of a terrified school girl escaped. He backed up so fast that he was caught equally off-guard when he ran into the shower's glass door, whipping around with another squeal. Realizing it was just the shower, he commanded himself to calm down, that he was just spooked by his weird dream. He took another look in the mirror, still disturbed by both the dream and what he had seen in the mirror. He always believed his dreams were his subconscious trying to tell him something, but with this he was completely clueless as to what it all meant. He sighed heavily, wondering hard at the question.

His conclusion? "I think I'm gonna go to Walmart and buy a cake. Cake makes everything better."