And the dragon is still impotent against my farts and burps. :p
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And the dragon is still impotent against my farts and burps. :p
Ah, but there is methane in the emissions, which is flammable, and thus catches fire fire in the breath of the dragon, causing a monster, buttock-burning explosion and Nikhar is blown to the bottom. Of the hill. Thus, the Hill is mine again.
(Oh, and we'll miss you!)
The Dragon retreats to the other dimension, deciding that the hill isn't worth his trouble, after all he rules the other dimension
Daffy Dave retains control of the hill
Daffy Dave passes away of dsiappointment and anti-climax, thus releasing the hill to anybody who can bothered to paddle around in dragon droppings. Exits stage left, pursued by a hearse.
The Dragon reclaims the hill, first using his flaming breath to sterilize it of Dragon droppings. His first move is to build a castle with a bathroom large enough to accommodate a dragon.
The Dragon's Hill. Trespassers will be subject to the Dragon's flaming breath, survivors will be prosecuted.
I know that I am ever so 'umble, never mind both tasty and crunchy , so I have therefore sent a letter, asking if your 'umble servant could have an 'umble corner in which to reside, 'umbly of course, although there might be a spot of usurping later, once I've got my 'umble feet under the table.
P.S. I don't mind cleaning dragons' bathrooms, for I am ever so 'umble!
Always room for Daffy Dave on the Dragon's Hill and in his castle. We will deal with usurping when we get to that point! Welcome!
Oh Thank 'ee, young master, thank 'ee. 'Ee be a koind an' saintly man, zur. Can I clean anything?
Uriah Alert! The duck is in big trouble if this humble spy has anything to do with it!
* Sounds of 'umble quacking!*
Pendragon's Hill
Meanwhile, one hundred yards under the Hill, a nuclear stockpile is lying dormant completely untouched by what feels like years. That is until now. Galzraa sets the activation code on the bombs and prepares his army of machines for war with the seemingly indestructible. He arms them with three inch thick fireproof armor and long ranged weaponry. As the bombs goes off a distant roar is heard and Galzraa's prudent preparations weren't in vain.
The War for The Hill Starts... again
Pendragon's "Hill"
(Sorry Daffy, for the Nuking. I guess your usurping gets harder now :))
*Wanders off disconsolately quacking miserably. Loyalty only goes so far.*
The dragon knocks back a six pack of kerosene, and muches on anthracite. Bring it on!
Dragon's Hill!
*What the kingoflombards doesn't realise is that the aforegoing was just an act, and that if I am to become crispy fried duck, it will be in the best traditions of Welsh fowl everywhere - done with dragon breath*
Think so? I'm gusseling petrol today. Gotta keep the fires stoked!