The Portale Box
There weren't always dragons in the valley. At first it was exciting and I thought perhaps my little misstep wasn't such a big deal. Reporters went wild. Zoologists dropped everything to try and get a closer look. Hell, capitalism didn't waste a breath before businesses latched on and churned out all manner of dragon-swag. T-shirts, special edition zippo lighters with little dragon mouths that would spout a flame, massive blow-up dragons outside of car dealerships, the works. It was really something. Until the destruction started. Its silly, really, that people didn't anticipate that part. That I didn't. Giant, mythical, fire-breathing lizards and they saw dollar signs instead of sharp teeth and a living, breathing blow-torch. So honestly, most of this isn't my fault. Well, I mean, some of it is. Fuck. I did sort of...bring them here.
