Monnsters, Draggons, Vammpires, Ghouuls hiding in the darkness while the rain obscures your senses, while the lightning & terrible thunder shutter your vital vitality, the last bastion of your sanity shivers in fear as an unspeakable atrocity, an abomination of civil & ordered society tears through the thin paper of a story you wrote to describe the universe. Existential dread overwhelms you with panic stricken delirium. A guy with shaggy long hair and ripped jeans walks down the street. The disheveled vagabond from parts unknown doesn’t seems to care at all about our story. It’s the middle of broad daylight and this guy with a hat, patched up and ragged isn’t even at a job! He’s just randomly walking slowly, probably just going wherever he WANTS to go! Some place he just thought up inside his mind & then he had the audacity to make the decision!! A choice!! Why is he not following the.. the leader’s directions? The boss’s hand signals? How can this Monnster willfully decide to disobey!!?? For it is written in the story! In the story Draggons are in charge!! Draggons need gold. Draggons eat gold. Are you so cruel & evil that you would deprive a Draggon from their food!?? This is the natural order of the world. Sure sometimes a Draggon will eat a human too. Sometimes a Draggon will fire roast an old man or a child. But that is only because they are disobeying! These traitors keep gold to themselves in their pockets. They keep the gold because they want power. The power to make decisions. The power to make a choice about their own life! These Monnsters need to be eaten by Draggons. For do they not understand that we are the children of Draggons. Without our Draggon overlords we will surely crumble and parish!! We know the Draggons are good because Vammpires and Ghouuls from all corners of the world come to befriend the Draggons! Why would they travel so far if it were not for the absolute perfection of the story which draws them to the obvious authority that the Draggons possess?!