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Anon trudged in thick snow with many branches clutched in his arms. He wore a three piece suit and tie that did little to protect him from the cold air and fared poorly against the environment. He didn't know how he got to where he was, he just remembered going to sleep in his bed one day waking up here where it was the winter season somehow. He reasoned that either he was transported to the southern hemisphere or somehow drugged him into a coma for six months. Luckily for him, there was an active volcano that could provide lots of heat nearby. The ground and air became warm as Anon walked up the volcano. It was dangerous but he had no other options to ward off the cold. That wasn't a problem though; the real problem was the locals, humanoid dragons.

"Take that!" said a Red Dragon.

The Red Dragon kicked over Anon’s pitiful survival shelter. He had overheard the others call her Garble. The dragons came in many sizes, some huge and some small, but this one and her friends were just a bit shorter than Anon.

"Hey, Bitch, get away from that," yelled Anon.

Anon dropped his branches and picked up a fist sized rock. He threw it at the dragon, missing but close enough to make her flinch. He ran to stop her. She fled long before he got close but it was already too late for his pitiful shelter which was now just a burnt pile on the floor.

"Stay out of dragon lands, Idiot," said Garble.

Garble and her gang of dragons had been harassing Anon day and night. He was furious. Because of the damage, he wouldn't be able to rebuild his shelter that day. The air was warm though and Anon could sleep comfortably enough on the new branches he brought if it didn't rain.

Anon moved his camp further down the volcano, next to a lava flow in the snowy forest. The intense heat from the lava flow kept the area warm but not as warm as he would like in the night. He could get water from a river but had barely eaten for days, so he was extremely excited for the fat raccoon he had cooking on a spit.

"Well look what we have here. Someone built us a campfire." A teasing voice yelled out from behind Anon.

Even before Anon turned around, he felt rage bubbling up. He spun around and saw a thin purple dragon, Fume, setting fire to his shelter with her flame breath. The wood was wet and didn’t catch immediately but it was only a matter of seconds under the intense flames. Anon growled and jumped up to stop Fume. He ran up and to shove her back but she retreated with a shit eating grin. He patted out some of the small flames on his shelter.

"My my, what a delightful home cooked meal, don't mind if I do." said another voice, lower in pitch.