Jaxon

Today, I discovered I was not a man.

I had been pushed to the edge. My mind was at it's limit. I had had enough. It was time to end whatever passed for my life, and I stood on the lip of Sainsbury's carpark in King's Heath, ready to plunge to my sweet oblivion. And I slid over the edge like a final, graceful, dance.

But I never hit the ground.

Inside me, as I fell, in what might have passed for my final moments, I felt a fire deep inside me. A fire that saw the world, and wanted it all. I felt a change. And instead of soft, vunerable, flesh, what hit the asphalt was the hard, powerful wall of scale that I had become. I became strong, I became something else. Between my legs, pure power. In my first act of vengeance against this cold world, my massive reptilian pen0r impaled the rough, artificial ground as the new bulk of my celestial form impacted this world-for-the-taking.

Throwing my head back to reveal the crown of thorns that my mouth had become, belching powerful flame, I wrenched back my pelvis to uproot man's never-admired accompishments, and the road above my pen0r was wrenched in two as my lizardine boner reached for the heavens, a mighty crevasse betraying Stygian itself, stretching across the street like Hell's own infernal smile. Concrete and cars were flung into the air with equal judgement. Steel and bakelite were crumpled like paper. An old lady dropped her shopping bag.

I was no man. I had become a DR4G0N.