Maybe I ain't got no business being on here.
A monster, a dinosaur from the ancient remains of what humans use to be like before the modern profit and gains. A dragon being restless in his cave underground, an aged Viking warlord with his sword tightly bound. I walk amongst you as normal, tight lipped and acting formal. Mask strapped on like it ain't gonna fall off, drinking of the finest wine until I finally twist off. To be continued. If anybody cares for a dragon.