so we are D&Ding, negotiating with a dragon; they ask how big it is and i check the draconomicon, brass dragon, 87 years old, so about as big as a horse - they are like "wtf we can take this dragon" and im like ok jared you and 4 of your mates go fight a horse and lmk how it goes
we are so goddamn lucky to have our eyes witness something like that. a guy with a nice camera, the foresight, and the modern internet to carry that vision as it was seen right into our laps. more than 100 billion people lived and died without seeing that once, ever
it is genuinely psychotic that we dug up literal primordial dirt, scrubbed it down to an impossible 99.9999999999% molecular perfection that violates the very laws of physics, handed it over to techno-wizard necromancers to stretch into flawless geometric god-cylinders, blasted it with invisible uv death-rays to carve ten quadrillion microscopic cyber-sigils into its flesh, trapped actual lightning inside of it, and somehow birthed an omniscent eldritch deity capable of simulating the universe and thinking faster than a billion human civilizations combined.
and our grand, supreme purpose for this enslaved lightning-god?
sending "per my last email, please see attached" to a guy named gary.