[ WP ] You are a dragon guarding a cavern filled with treasure . You pride yourself on defending your hoard from the greatest warriors in the world . It makes you all the more annoyed then when the knights that have been coming to slay you seem to be getting more and more inept .


'I'm a dragon. A motherfucking dragon that is currently guarding this big ass cavern filled to the top with treasure! Who's treasure? I do n't know and frankly I do n't really care. What really grinds my teeth are the new so called adventurers and mercenaries that are hired to steal all of my - er.. this treasure', I said as I exhaled a stream of black smoke from my nostrils. 
 
'A DRAGON! Do you know how much of an honor it is to be guarding treasure? It's like so, so, so very much of an honor. Look at some of the other dragons. Look at Twilight. All she ever does is sit on top of that silly mountain guarding some bridge. Oooh, how prestigious.' 
 
'Back to what I was saying. These new knights or whatever you want to call them are quite... unworthy. Remember that one time King Arty and his crew of square table squires or whatever came. It was a glorious battle of the ages! Many men died that day! I burnt so many of them! Turned them into a crisp I tell you! It was amazing. Then it was down to a 1 on 1. Mano-e-mano er-.. well Mano-e-Drago. Arty came at me with that glowing sword of his, he jumped and he dodged all of my attacks. I tried burning him but he blocked my fiery breath with a magnificent shield! I still have that shield in the pile somewhere. Ahh, what a fight. Shame he stumbled on a rock and ended up falling onto one of his squire's swords.' I tilted my head back, a smile crept up on my face as I reminisced about the old days. 
 
'Now all I get these days are some how witted boy with a pot on his head and a wooden sword. Ugh. It makes me look bad. Do you know what the other dragons have been calling me? Norse The Noob Killer. That does n't sound scary. That does n't sound fancy. That does n't have a ring to it. I used to be known as Norse The Ender Of Lives.. but now it's Norse The Noob Killer.' 
 
'And how does that make you feel Norse?', an old bronze dragon asked as he pushed his glasses upwards. 
 
 I took a deep breath and turned to face the other dragon in the cavern. 
 
'Damn it Clarence.. you never listen. This is why I hate having these therapy sessions with you.'
