Imagine you are a knight in armor that has not been colored all shiny-like.... You are walking down a dark corridor, looking for a deadly dragon who has been terrorizing you're village..... the ground is cold beneath your feet and hope and pray that no-one can your heart beating 4 times as fast as it usually does....suddenly you hear a hiss, and a giant golden dragon has just appeared in front of you, it's lips curled into a knowing smirk. You reach for your sword, but only too late do you realize that it is not there, that the artist is really bad at drawing swords and did not give you one. The dragon's smirk grow wider as terror grips you soul. --pretty dramatic, eh? with just a tint of humor.