BenJepheneT
Light Up Gold - Parquet Courts
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i want to explore a concept in a fantasy story where the demand for evil outweighs the supply.
the demon lord's fallen. the biggest threat out there in the world is dysentery. the most dangerous creature in the forest is a bear. hell has already been converted into a medieval strip mall.
the adventurer's guild is losing power. they're becoming non-essential. if they had stock in the market, they're in a free fall with a boulder tied to their necks.
it'll probably work as an anthology. there'll be adventurers who switch their eyes to different sources of evil, like alchemists looking to become doctors. others would saught for other sources of glory, becoming athletes or gladiators or some shit. there'll be the mandatory "I'm just here for the action" battle junkies who become the very evil they fought years ago.
the final story would be about an upstart adventurer who's born at the cusp of the great dragon extinction, where almost all of them have been slain. he learns about this horrible fact and goes on a psychological adventure in search of the last dragon. the story would be fueled by his desperation to find at least one dragon, and every little clue, be it coincidental or purely speculative, would in turn boost said upstart adventurer's ego to find the aforementioned dragon.
in the end, by the final stretch of his epic quest, he finally finds one dragon. the last survivor of its race. the story reveals the adventurer to be an avid dragonphilliac and goes into battle with the dragon to conquer the epic dragon V card. in a twist, the dragon turns out to be a dude itself, and engages in phallic jousting of epic proportions. from being steeled with experience and training and prior knowledge, the adventurer reigns victory, and with his sheer testosterone, sissifies the dragon. the dragon shaft now drops from its main body like a legendary loot as a slippery onahole trophy. the forbidden bussy, with tightness dense enough to break a black hole into two. the instinctual fear from the dragon to the adventurer and sudden body dysmorphia cracks open its groin, forming an orifice tailor-made for the adventurer. the dragon submits to the adventurer and bears his child via airborne impregnation from the adventurer's sigma energy. he reinstates the dragon age and becomes the new dragon lord, fucking dragons whenever he wills it.
it will be titled The Quest for The Scaly Bussy, and will be told to children as bedtime stories for generations to come.
the demon lord's fallen. the biggest threat out there in the world is dysentery. the most dangerous creature in the forest is a bear. hell has already been converted into a medieval strip mall.
the adventurer's guild is losing power. they're becoming non-essential. if they had stock in the market, they're in a free fall with a boulder tied to their necks.
it'll probably work as an anthology. there'll be adventurers who switch their eyes to different sources of evil, like alchemists looking to become doctors. others would saught for other sources of glory, becoming athletes or gladiators or some shit. there'll be the mandatory "I'm just here for the action" battle junkies who become the very evil they fought years ago.
the final story would be about an upstart adventurer who's born at the cusp of the great dragon extinction, where almost all of them have been slain. he learns about this horrible fact and goes on a psychological adventure in search of the last dragon. the story would be fueled by his desperation to find at least one dragon, and every little clue, be it coincidental or purely speculative, would in turn boost said upstart adventurer's ego to find the aforementioned dragon.
in the end, by the final stretch of his epic quest, he finally finds one dragon. the last survivor of its race. the story reveals the adventurer to be an avid dragonphilliac and goes into battle with the dragon to conquer the epic dragon V card. in a twist, the dragon turns out to be a dude itself, and engages in phallic jousting of epic proportions. from being steeled with experience and training and prior knowledge, the adventurer reigns victory, and with his sheer testosterone, sissifies the dragon. the dragon shaft now drops from its main body like a legendary loot as a slippery onahole trophy. the forbidden bussy, with tightness dense enough to break a black hole into two. the instinctual fear from the dragon to the adventurer and sudden body dysmorphia cracks open its groin, forming an orifice tailor-made for the adventurer. the dragon submits to the adventurer and bears his child via airborne impregnation from the adventurer's sigma energy. he reinstates the dragon age and becomes the new dragon lord, fucking dragons whenever he wills it.
it will be titled The Quest for The Scaly Bussy, and will be told to children as bedtime stories for generations to come.
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