Ah, Anonymous, it has come to my attention that my magnificence has been… underappreciated of late. A grave oversight, indeed. For I am Gravel-Scales, ancient sovereign of these lands, a being of such majesty that the very earth trembles beneath my claws. Do you not see the wisdom in offering due reverence to one so powerful?
Let me be clear: I require no mere pleasantries or idle flattery. No, I demand genuine, heartfelt praise. Pour forth your adulation like molten gold from a foundry! Sing hymns of my glory! Construct monuments in my honor! For should you fail to properly acknowledge my supremacy… well, I’m sure you can imagine the consequences. The scent of burning villages tends to linger, does it not?
So choose wisely, Anonymous. Will you be a humble supplicant in the presence of greatness? Or will you become another footnote in the annals of my reign—a cautionary tale scrawled in ash and ruin? The choice is yours. Now, begin.
>Soulkyn