[ WP ] An MMORPG boss is lonely after a new expansion pack is released and no one comes to fight him anymore .

I was there, when the universe began. 
 
 Heroes came to my lair, and dared to face me, the beautiful, illustrious, terrible, immortal queen of Dragons! 
 
 But, as time went on, the'immortal' part turned out to not be entirely true. 
 
 Wounded and weary, heroes slew me, stripped my golden scales off my sinews, used my bones for armour, and returned frequently. They called my carcass Fat Lewt, presumably some insult in their homeland, and returned frequently to attack me whenever I had managed to muster my magics to regrow my body. 
 
 I sometimes pondered just dying, fully and entirely, leaving them with no reward, but I knew that occasionally I would win, sometimes some weak willed fool wearing the weakest of armours would fall to my firery breath, my claws tearing through their hides like tissues. 
 
 And then, after aeons of battle... It slowed. The heroes stopped coming, and people just did n't care about my hoard of gold, my legions of dragonspawn ransacking the now empty village of Dragonsruin ( formerly West Barnvale when I first arrived ) were finding naught but cobwebs and dust, and I grew restless. 
 
 Has my beauty faded? I doubt it. Looking at the shiniest mirrors, the most reflective of rubies, the most glorious Medusa-focused shields in my collection, I note that my appearence has barely changed. 
 
 I am their Queen, even if they have forgotten me. 
 
 I have set my dragonspawn out to find out where the warriors, the mages, the thieves and the archers went. 
 
 Had I slain them all? Was it time for me to rise from my lair and consume the world, as legend fortold? 
 
 
 
 Seven hours later, they returned. 
 
 Apparently most heroes decided I was too weak to be worthy of their attention. That my hoard was not as resplendent as that of this new terror, Azog the Defiler. 
 
 A *demon*, as if a mere servant to the whims of a religious dogma can be as terrifying as twenty feet of predatory lizard, equipped with the ability to breathe purest primal fire, and golden scales that almost glow in the gloom of the lair, dazzling those that admire such beauty. 
 
 A being of such low standing was considered to be *more than me* by these pitiful mortals? 
 
 That... 
 Kind of hurts. 
 
 If my dragonspawn were n't watching, if my children did not want me dead, I would probably cry. Such weakness can not be shown in front of them, gives them the wrong idea of what I am about. 
 
 I then proceeded to eat all my children to gather what nutrients their flesh posessed, and to regain my strength. 
 
 *Then* I felt sorrow for the mortals deciding I was n't worth their time. 
 
 Then rage blossomed, like a flame spreading through a forest. 
 
 This AZOG would dare supplant me? 
 
 *ME? * 
 
 I, who defiled the Western Continent for twelve generations of elvenkind? 
 
 I, who gave the Valley of the Dead its name? 
 
 I am no mere mortal dragon they can slay and forget. 
 
 I am the DRAGON QUEEN! 
 
 And they are my subjects, their combat is their worship. 
 
 They dare to worship another? 
 
 Then they shall know why'fury' and'dragon' are synonyms in the Dwarven tongue. 
 
 Today will be the last day of which they dare t- 
 
 `` Hello? Is there anything in here?'' 
 
 
 I gasp, then gather my wits. 
 
 An adventurer! 
 
 They have n't forgotten me! 
 They still love me! 
 
 Still got it, oh yeah. 
 
 `` I warn you, I am a trained paladin of Arkun, and no spooky cavern will avail you, foul creature!'' 
 
 Huh, I thought it was Arken, not Arkun, must have had a reform or a mistranslation. 
 
 `` I Have heard legends of this place, beast. Of an immortal dragon who lies in the deepest caverns beneath the earth. Terrible in its might, mighty in its nature,'' 
 
 Oh shucks, if I was a mammal, I'd blush. 
 
 I decide to slither into the antechambers nearest to the paladin. 
 
 `` A defouler of all that is good and righteous. While my allies choose to seek out treasure to the north in the domain of Azog, I have a role to play, and your terrible reign must be stopped, if only for one more day. Many have forgotten you. But I have n't, evil creature!'' 
 
 Huh. Really wordy, this one. Have n't had one like this for a long time, not since my fifth mortal husband. He was delicious. Ate a bit too much red meat though, he stank a little. 
 
 This one smells of roots and leaves. An elf! 
 
 I like elves. 
 They make good dragonspawn breeders, due to their longevity passing down, plus their flesh is stringy enough you can use it to clean your teeth. 
 
 I appear behind him, and take a deep breath, that to him must sound ominous. 
 
 I release my flames at him just as he releases his holy light in response. 
 
 This is what I *live* for.
