Heading to granola

This one time I saw a dragon landing near a brewery, turns out he wanted to get pretty wasted before trying to destroy his first village. I told him that if he wanted help he could call upon the gods that took refuge inside my cranium as they love to destroy and pillage. During my time in the war I discovered that I was in fact, a medicated sociopath on the verge of another dissociation from reality.
Turns out I was actually living in a hologram and everything was a simulation…
The dragon, the war, the memories, all of it was fake and I never got to Michael Jackson in his luxory yacht


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