Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20181223091357/@comment-36855838-20181223095235

I leap out the window.

I may look like a dick now, but dragons are procrastinators, she's totally on her last week at best.

I know where she lives, and with a bit of hiking, I arrive, there I wait, in the shadows.

The Dragon returns, and collapses into a pile of gold coins.

Suddenly, she convulses violently, and lays still.

I chuck a bottlefull of prisoner fruit juice on her, just to be safe.

Sure enough, her body twitches, and her mouth opens.

Out curls a deep purple mist, which seeps across the cavern.

It fills troughs in the treasures, spilling over edges and into other ditches, slowly filling the room.

Soon, the miasma begins to reach my lungs, and I long to kiss her. ..

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You can guess the rest from there.