Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-26084195-20151013012320/@comment-27097330-20160804173223

Argali1 wrote: This isn't my dream, but in fact my father's. You see, when we first moved to Austin, my dad was sort of angry at all of the real-estate jackasses he had to deal with to make at least a decent living. So, when we finally escaped to Austin, he had an appropriate dream.

It consisted of a flamboyantly douch'y pink dragon sitting in a chair, wearing a fancy suit with his arms crossed and a smug look on his face. Then, my dad drew a claymore (he's not even a sword-nerd like me, or any type of nerd for that matter) and proceeded to decapitate the dragon with a feeling of triumph.