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)

You wake up in a dark cave, surrounded by dozens of newly hatched dragons like yourself. The scent of smoke fills the air and faint noises echo from outside the cave, leading you to believe that there must be an exit nearby. Your body feels heavy and powerful, with a long tail and scaly skin covering your back, wings, and legs. You are equipped with large claws on each foot and a row of sharp teeth in your maw. As if reading your mind, the display at the edge of your vision updates:

Robyn hit points: 100

The darkness outside the cave quickly envelops you as you emerge into an unfamiliar forest, trees stretching high above your head and twisted roots snaking across the forest floor. The other hatchlings mill about near your feet, nervously shifting their massive weight from foot to foot, some puffing out small flames to ward off the chill. You decide to venture deeper into the woods in search of a secluded spot where you can begin building your own lair.

As you explore further, your newly-acquired senses allow you to detect faint traces of magic nearby - strongest ahead and slightly to the right. It would seem that someone nearby might need your help... or perhaps they are in possession of something valuable.

Hours of relentless work later, you manage to clear out a sizeable cavern deep within the forest. The walls are dotted with jagged rocks and the floor is littered with pebbles, twigs, and other debris from your digging. You take a moment to stretch your wings and survey your new lair before deciding what to do next.

As you consider your options, you catch a whiff of smoke carried on the breeze from the east. It's not far away, and there seems to be movement around it as well. Perhaps someone in need requires your assistance? Or perhaps they have something valuable that would aid in further developing your lair...

A sense of hunger gnaws at your stomach as you leave the safety of your lair in search of food. The forest seems alive with movement, but most creatures flee at the sight of you. You manage to spot a large deer grazing near a small stream to the northwest. A flick of your tail sends a gust of wind towards it, startling the animal and sending it bolting away in fear. Sensing an opportunity, you give chase, your powerful legs carrying you swiftly across the forest floor.

After a short pursuit, the deer tires and stumbles to the ground, exhausted. It's now or never; with a mighty roar, you lunge forward and close the distance between yourself and your prey. Your massive claws snap shut around its neck, crushing bone and sinew alike as you rip it free from the ground. The deer thrashes wildly for a moment before finally going limp in your grasp. You devour the still-warm carcass, feeling your strength return with each mouthful.

Finished with your meal, you return to your lair and carefully drag the carcass inside, using it as a makeshift bed while you dig out an actual nesting spot for yourself. The carcass will rot over time and provide sustenance for smaller creatures that manage to make their way into your lair.

The deer meat is filling and nutritious, giving you strength that surges through your body like molten lava. As you lie on the dead beast, taking comfort in its familiar warmth, you feel an unfamiliar sense of belonging here; this could be your home if you make it so. With a contented rumble deep within your chest, you close your eyes and drift off to sleep, imagining all the things you'll do to turn this cave into the perfect lair...

As you sleep, your mind wanders back to the faint trails of magic that led you east earlier. Perhaps it would be wise to investigate further and see what, if anything, could help improve your lair or aid you in some way...

The thought of having minions and slaves sends thrills through you, adding fuel to the growing lust within your mind. You stand up, feeling powerful and determined. You will find those who can serve you, whether they be dragons or other creatures; no matter their strength or intelligence, you'll make them realize the error of their ways and bend to your will. With a roar that echoes through the forest, you spread your wings and take flight, searching for potential underlings to add to your growing empire.

Your keen eyes spot a clearing not far from your lair, where a group of dragon eggs lie scattered about. They appear to belong to an older generation, already hatched and abandoned by their parents long ago. If they're left unattended, they'll eventually rot away and be useless.

Or, you could claim them for yourself. With a growl, you circle above the clearing several times before diving down at the eggs, your powerful claws ready to snatch them up. As you land amidst the dust and feathers kicked up by your attack, the hatchlings within squirm restlessly, sensing their mother's presence but uncertain of what it means...

Your caustic words wash over the hatchlings, who cower beneath your massive frame. They are still too young and weak to challenge you; instead, they remain quiet, watching you warily with their beady black eyes. You can either leave them where they are, or claim them as your own, training them to serve you in exchange for protection. The choice is yours.