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the little giftless drakon

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the little drakon

 

 

It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. Evening came on, the last evening before christmas. In the cold and gloom a poor drakon, down on his luck  and utterly broke, was sailingthrough the seas. Of course when he had left his house he's prayed to RNGesus for luck, but what good had that been? There was so many detonations, way too many for him to handle, for he was cursed with that dreaded disease called "drakonation" . The little drakon had lost all his money rolling for servants in FGO, where two gatchas had rattled by terribly fast, half his quartz he had not been able to find again in the first, and half had run off with the other, saying Type-moon could use it to make offerings to RNGesus some day when they had to draw from gatchas of their own. And so the little drakon sailed on his camoless ship, which were quite gray with no paint on. on an poor old broken deck he carried nothing, and he held  nothing in his hands. No one had bought him any kills or damage all day long, and no one had given him a crate.

Shivering in poverty and bad luck, he sailed along, a picture of misery, poor little drakon! The various reports fell on his long curly hair, which hung in a afro over her head. In all the windows lights were shining, and there was a wonderful smell of Santa crates, for it was shipmas. Yes, he thought of that!

In a corner formed by two islands, one of which projected farther out into the ocean  than the other, he sat down and drew up his  little anchor under him. he was getting sadder and sadder , but did not dare to go back to port, for he had destroyed no enemy, nor earned a crate, and WG would surely beat him with another "you have not proven yourself in this battle". Besides, it was cold in port, for there was nothing over them but a bunch or carrier-born TBs and DBs just waiting to drop on his poor tired, broken frame.

His soul were almost dead with poverty and bad luck. Oh, how much one little santa crate might warm it! If he could only take one from the gift shop and rub it against the supply ship to warm his soul. he imagined drawing one out. R-r-ratch! How it sputtered and burned when opened! It made a warm, bright flame, like a little candle, as he held her eyes  over it; but it gave a strange light! It really seemed to the little drakon as if he were sitting before a great pile of supercontiners with premium ships and a year's worth of doubloons. How wonderfully the crate opened! How comfortable it was! The youngster stretched out his soul to warm them too; then the little daydream  went out, the crates vanished, and he had only the remains of the opend regualr TYL containers in his hand.

he imagined  opened  another santa crate on the supply ship. It opened brightly, and when the light fell upon the wall it became transparent like a thin veil, and he could see through it onto his future battles . On the table a ocean blue cloth was spread, and on it stood a shining dinner service. The roast izumo steamed gloriously, stuffed with fires and floods. And what was still better, the shimakaze jumped down from the spawn and speedboosted with broken torps and destroyed guns on its it's hull, right over to the little drakon, ripe for the plucking. Then the daydream went out, and he could see only the cold, harsh reality. he imagined opening another santa crate. Then he was sitting under the most beautiful island It was much larger and much more beautiful than the one he had seen last battle through the smoke at the enemy desmoin's campyhole. Thousands of fires burned on the enemy BBs, and green colored allied fighters like those in the fairy-tales looked down at him. The little drakon reached both hishands toward it. Then the daydream went out. But the plane lights mounted higher. She saw them now as bright stars in the sky. One of them fell down, forming a long line of fire, being shot down by a invisible atlanta

"Now someone is detonating," thought the little drakon, for his old good lady luck, the only thing who had loved him, and who was now dead, had told him that when a star fell down another poor bastard went up to RNGesus through detonations.

he imagined opening another Santa crate . It became bright again, and in the glow the old good luck stood clear and shining, kind and lovely.

"muh luck!" cried the little drakon. "Oh, take me with you! I know you will disappear when the match ends. You will vanish like the fighter support, the wonderfully dumbass shimakaze  and the beautiful big burning izumo!"

And he quickly opened the whole stash of saved up TYL conatiners, for he wished to keep his luck  with him. And the containers opened with such a glow that it became brighter than daylight. good luck had never been so grand and beautiful. it took the little drakon in it's arms, and both of them flew in brightness and joy above the earth, very, very high, and up there was neither cold, nor hunger, nor fear-they had detonated

But in the corner, sank on the sea floor, sat the little drakon with red cheeks and smiling mouth, detonated  on the last evening before chistmas. The christmas's sun rose upon a little pathetic figure. The drakon sat there, stiff and cold, holding the TYL containers, of which there were no supercontainers.

"he wanted to warm himself," the people said. No one imagined what beautiful things he had seen, and how much he had been salting he had detonated with her old luck into christmas.

 

plz gift me some santa crates to cheer meh up

#prayfordrakon

#givedrakoncontainers

#drakonisacceptingdonations

#drakonlivesmatter

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1 santa box = $5 = meals for 3 days

need to survive this month

need some santa creates too, so i don't eat my cat (what i'm just normal asian who like dog and cat)

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1 hour ago, drakon233 said:

the little drakon

 

 

It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. Evening came on, the last evening before christmas. In the cold and gloom a poor drakon, down on his [REDACTED]  and utterly broke, was sailingthrough the seas. Of course when he had left his house he's prayed to RNGesus for [REDACTED], but what good had that been? There was so many [REDACTED], way too many for him to handle, for he was cursed with that dreaded disease called "drakonation" . The little drakon had lost all his money rolling for servants in FGO, where two gatchas had rattled by terribly fast, half his [REDACTED] he had not been able to find again in the first, and half had run off with the other, saying Type-moon could use it to make offerings to RNGesus some day when they had to draw from gatchas of their own. And so the little drakon sailed on his [REDACTED], which were quite gray with no paint on. on an poor old broken [REDACTED] he carried nothing, and he held  [REDACTED] in his hands. No one had bought him [REDACTED] all day long, and no one had given him a [REDACTED].

Shivering in poverty and bad luck, he sailed along, a picture of misery, poor little drakon! The various reports fell on his long curly hair, which hung in a afro over her head. In all the windows lights were shining, and there was a wonderful smell of Santa crates, for it was shipmas. Yes, he thought of that!

In a corner formed by two islands, one of which projected farther out into the ocean  than the other, he sat down and drew up his  little [REDACTED] under him. he was getting sadder and sadder , but did not dare to go back to port, for he had destroyed no enemy, nor earned a crate, and WG would surely beat him with another "you have not proven yourself in this battle". Besides, it was cold in port, for there was nothing over them but a bunch or carrier-born TBs and DBs just waiting to drop on his poor tired, broken frame.

His soul were almost dead with poverty and bad luck. Oh, how much one little [REDACTED] might warm it! If he could only take one from the [REDACTED] shop and rub it against [REDACTED] to warm his soul. he imagined drawing one out. R-r-ratch! How it sputtered and burned when opened! It made a warm, bright flame, like a little candle, as he held her eyes  over it; but it gave a strange light! It really seemed to the little drakon as if he were sitting before a great pile of [REDACTED]. How wonderfully the crate opened! How comfortable it was! The youngster stretched out his soul to warm them too; then the little daydream  went out, the [REDACTED] vanished, and he had only the remains of the [REDACTED] in his hand.

he imagined  opened  another [REDACTED] crate on the supply ship. It opened brightly, and when the light fell upon the wall it became transparent like a thin veil, and he could see through it onto his future battles . On the table a ocean blue cloth was spread, and on it stood a shining [REDACTED]. The roast izumo steamed gloriously, stuffed with [REDACTED]. And what was still better, the [REDACTED] jumped down from the spawn and [REDACTED], right over to the little drakon, ripe for the [REDACTED]. Then the daydream went out, and he could see only the cold, harsh reality. he imagined opening another [REDACTED] crate. Then he was sitting under the most beautiful [REDACTED] It was much larger and much more beautiful than the one he had seen last battle through the smoke at the enemy desmoin's [REDACTED]hole. Thousands of [REDACTED]s burned on the enemy BBs, and green colored allied fighters like those in the fairy-tales looked down at him. The little drakon reached both hishands toward it. Then the daydream went out. But the [REDACTED] mounted higher. She saw them now as bright stars in the sky. One of them fell down, forming a long line of fire, being shot down by a invisible [REDACTED]

"Now someone is [REDACTED]," thought the little drakon, for his old good lady luck, the only thing who had [REDACTED] him, and who was now [REDACTED], had told him that when a star fell down another poor bastard went up to RNGesus through [REDACTED].

he imagined opening another [REDACTED] crate . It became bright again, and in the glow the old good [REDACTED] stood clear and shining, kind and lovely.

"muh luck!" cried the little drakon. "Oh, take me with you! I know you will disappear when the match ends. You will vanish like the fighter support, the wonderfully dumbass shimakaze  and the beautiful big burning [REDACTED]!"

And he quickly opened the whole stash of saved up [REDACTED], for he wished to keep his luck  with him. And the [REDACTED] opened with such a glow that it became brighter than daylight. good [REDACTED] had never been so grand and beautiful. it took the little drakon in it's arms, and both of them flew in brightness and joy above the earth, very, very high, and up there was neither cold, nor hunger, nor fear-they had [REDACTED]

But in the corner, sank on the sea floor, sat the little drakon with red cheeks and smiling mouth, [REDACTED] on the last evening before chistmas. The christmas's [REDACTED] rose upon a little pathetic figure. The drakon sat there, stiff and cold, holding the [REDACTED], of which there were no [REDACTED].

"he wanted to [REDACTED] himself," the people said. No one imagined what beautiful things he had seen, and how much he had been [REDACTED]ing he had [REDACTED] with her old [REDACTED] into christmas.

 

plz gift me some [REDACTED] crates to cheer [REDACTED] up

#prayfordrakon

#givedrakon[REDACTED]

#drakonisacceptingd[REDACTED]

#drakonlivesmatter

THE MINISTRY OF WARTIME INFORMATION CONTROL HAS APPROVED THE FOLLOWING FOR TRANSMISSION, ANY ALTERATION OR TAMPERING IS A CAPITAL OFFENSE PUNISHABLE BY DEATH.

MERRY CHRISTMAS, MAY THE WAR BE OVER BY NEW YEAR'S.

-CPL MITTS,
MINISTRY OF WARTIME INFORMATION CONTROL

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I have a gif' for you drakkon, Santa sends his regards, he is just rechecking his list to see if you've been naughty or nice..... 

I'll send a boat over with it, I want safe passage through your fleet...... 

You must promise not to shoot at my boat while it comes with your gif...... 

 

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Oh no, drakkonation! 

 

 

Ordrazz

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3 hours ago, icy_phoenix said:

Wait, was that sharkbait crashing onto drakon's house?

Shark missile

Warhead: DetoTNT

Speed : Ridiculous speed

Launch from: Underwater Shark Bias base

Target: Drakon HQ

 

Edited by MatterCore

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