Here, this is mine.
I woke up to the sound of glass breaking. I fell out of bed, checked around my 2-story house and I was relived that my house was untouched. I then remembered how it was like to live in a tent as a squire. Now, as a lord of the common people, I felt somewhat safer. I then realized I needed to feed my animals and get some dragon meat for breakfast.
On the bustling dirt streets of the community, I saw the soil-smudged faces of the peasants and the regal outfits of the royals. After visiting the market and buying a pound of bloody meat, I took the road less traveled to my barn. Walking by a ransacked house, I saw flamers scrounging around the garbage-covered floors of the one story house. I instinctively slipped my hand into my pocket and put my fingers on my dagger. They starred at me, but they were weaponless so they continued looting. Farther and farther out of the community, the houses turned into red-mortar apartments, and then the apartments turned into tents. Children and chickens run around the overgrown road. I smile at them as they know my name and we get along. I often let them pet my creatures, and I carry some food around to hand out to them.
When I get to my red barn, I find a plume of smoke coming out of a window. Oh no, I think. I burst in and find my dragon, Blaze, fighting with my other dragon Pyro. My farmland, Marco, is tied up and gagged by a wall. Sneaky gnomes. I open a closet and grab a dead ferret and toss it into the dragon pen. They soon break up the fight an I untie Marco. "I walked in and Gandoff brought his friends! The wanted some carrots but I was all out. So, they gagged me." "Where are they now?" I asked, inspecting the straw covered floor. "Buying some carrots." That figured. I left Marco in the hazy barn to clean up. I was hungry. I was walking in the square and I saw a poster in my privily vision.
Would you like to be a moderator?
Then meet us in the amphitheater at 7/20!
I thought. I liked thinking of having a power to stop flamers and spammers. I walked in my house, cooked up my dragon meat, and prepared a short speech, perfect grammar and all. I then sent a message to Marco that he would have to work on Monday, and that he should purchase a dagger. Oh well, all I have to do is to wait...
