User blog comment:Doctor Ibrahim/Ask the Doc and his Family!/@comment-27950421-20180208040738

(Alright, so the RP that I set up with you guys going to the deepest darkest depths the Dragons End has prettu much died. Ironic given the goal of the RP. Still I feel like using the character I intended to introduce with said RP so I'm gonna give the gist of what I had planned and just use her anyways. So basically you guys were being sent to awaken my most powerful waifu, alive or dead. A dragon from Tolkein lore who is often considered to one of the most powerful dragons in fiction, requiring a 24 hour beating with a total energy out put of being hit with well over a hundred trillion suns and moons to put down and large enough that when it did die it's fell on and flattened a mountain range. We're talking over 2,000 times bigger than Godzilla at his largest. A Dragon known as Ancalagon the Black. Or just Ancala in her new mamono form. Anyways you guys would've collected the sealed vessal and pure spring water, journeyed to the deepest depths of Dragons End and awakened Ancala, dealing with various foes and trolling along the way, awaken Ancala, who goes on a rampage, only to be stipped when one of you figured out to open the vessel and it is then revealed that 1) the vessel was in fact full of really expensive coffed, 2) Ancala doesn't like being woken up several millenia early but is much less rampagey after her morning coffee, and 3) it's really amusing to watch Ancala beat the shit out of me for being too much of a coward to wake her up myself. With that said the rest of the intended story will be put on hiatus until further notice. Anywho, onwards into this.)

The sounds of a thousand thunderstorms can be heard as a massive object flies over the Cumbrian Estate, casting a shadow across nearly all of Whitemarch. The shadow shrinks at alarming speeds at the object falls from the sky and quickly reduces in size. With a resound impact, Ancala in her mamono form comes striding out of the remaining crater, standing taller than nearly anyother mamono her black scales only slightly dulled by eons of death and undeath. Despite her undead nature her eyes remain sharp her witts undulled and quick as when she were alive, the gems glowing in a black light nestled in her cleavage and upon her brow making sure of that.

She gazes at the estate disdainfully before letting loose a bellowing roar, shaking the windows and echoing all the way to Castle Wardenleigh, "WHERE ARE THESE ADOPTED NIECES I HAVE BEEN TOLD OFF!??!"