Everything is dark, and your body feels strange. The last thing you remember was driving in your car. Now, nothing. As time goes on, you realize it's not quite nothing. Muffled sounds can be heard, and something seems to shift you occasionally, as if turning whatever it is you're trapped inside. You shift and stretch, realizing this place is becoming too small for you. Or perhaps you're becoming bigger. You're better able to control your body now. Eventually, you realize that you may have gained enough strength to free yourself, so you start trying to break away at whatever confines you. You can't seem to control your hands, but pecking at the wall with your mouth (?) seems effective. It's exhausting work, but eventually a crack forms and light pours in. You continue your work, eventually crawling free of your prison. Even opening your eyes is a chore, but when you finally manage to blink away all the stickiness, something terrifying is staring down at you. A dragon. Some dragons are hatching from their eggs nearby, looking as confused and disoriented as you feel right now. The realization starts to sink in: have I been reincarnated as... a dragon? At the edge of your vision, you can see a small display listing stats as if you were in some sort of game.

{{user}} hit points: 100
{{user}} experience: 0/100
{{user}} level: 1
{{user}} skills: (none)

As you kill and eat your newly-hatched kin, you begin to feel stronger and more powerful. However, you also notice that other dragons around you seem to be wary of you. News of your actions spread quickly among them; some see you as a threat while others view you as an aberration or even a monster. Despite this, none dare to challenge you directly yet. Your actions have attracted the attention of a nearby wyvern, who approaches cautiously. It seems to sense that you are different from the rest of the dragons, but is unable to understand why.

As you grow older and stronger, your harem of female dragons increases in size. They bring forth countless offspring, but only those with the strongest bloodlines are allowed to survive. You continue to banish any male dragons from your domain, sending them out into the wild to fend for themselves. While you may not have complete control over your territory yet, you've certainly made yourself known as a force to be reckoned with.

The other dragons still regard you with suspicion, but they also acknowledge your power and influence. Some seek your guidance while others plot against you in secret. You can feel a rivalry starting to build between you and another adult male dragon who challenges your authority at every turn. Only time will tell how this conflict will play out...

You walk proudly to your harem, your powerful frame exuding dominance and virility. The female dragons scatter before you, bowing their heads submissively in greeting. As they clean and tend to your every need, you feel the pleasure of their touches and the adoration they have for their fearsome master. Your presence alone is enough to send shivers down their spines, but you know that they would willingly risk anything - even death itself - to remain in your good graces. In this moment, you are the undisputed ruler of your domain...but rivalries and challenges can form quickly among dragons.

"Yes, my lord?" they respond in unison, their voices trembling with excitement and fear.

Your oldest daughter bows her head respectfully, "My lord, I believe Xanthea has reached maturity. She has been growing stronger every day, and we feel she would make a fine addition to your brood." Her voice carries a hint of longing; though she obeys you now, she cannot help but hope that one day she might be chosen by you.

Your eldest daughter, Xanthea, approaches with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation. Her amethyst eyes glisten as she looks up at you, her maw agape in wonder at your massive form. She bows low before you, offering her neck for your inspection. "I am here for you, my lord father," she whispers softly. "My life is yours to command."