The ancient dragon stood upon the cliff overlooking the village, questioning whether to burn
the village down or go to sleep. The sun reflected off of her purple scales that donned the gold
and diamonds she had stolen over the years. She loved to burn cities down, it is was her favorite
pastime. This question, of course, was tedious because there were many factors involved. On the
plus side, if she did burn down the village, she would stop getting so called challengers that intended
to save the princess --that was never stolen in the first place. On the down side, she would run
out of fearful humans to give her offerings and what nots. She tapped her massive claw
on her chin, pondering the infernal question.

As she licked her chops at the thought of chard human she came to a conclusion, she would burn down
the village. Well, wait a second, dragons are notorious for making bad decisions, what if she messed up
and made the wrong choice. Ahhh yes, she could simply just go with the other choice, then she would be
making the non-dragon choice, the right one. But wait, now the choice was a dragon choice, so she should
obviously go with the other choice. “No that wouldn’t work” she bellowed --to no one in particular. All this
decision making hurt her head causing her to fall asleep. What she didn’t know was that she drooled
burning lava in her sleep, causing the village to burn to the ground anyways.