Nydra #63727

Every single time I log onto FartRising dot hell, I am reminded that people actually like these things. They buy them. Breed them. Sell them. Name them, dress them, parade them around in their lair. Write them lore, flesh them out, give them personnality and purpose. Love them. 

I can’t understand.

I simply cannot comprehend what is it that makes them take a long hard look into a Wildclaw’s dead gaze and think these dinosaurs wannabes would be appropriate to submit to rational people’s eyeballs.

You know what? I can deal with everything else. Spirals look like the embodiment of a disease. Snappers would bully me in the Walmart’s parking lot. Tundras’ favorite song is probably Wonderwall. Ridgebacks have tumblr discourse blogs. All of this I can excuse. It’s not their fault. People can manage to make cool looking, interesting Spirals, Snappers, Tundras, Ridgebacks. 

But fucking Wildclaws

There’s nothing to save. Everything from their stupid creepy human-like hands to their ass feathers could be tossed into the sun to make the world a better place. But NO. @PedanticFuckwitMcShithead69420 absolutely NEEDS to have a Wildclaw so they can boast about their dragons who cost them their left kidney and right lung in gems but are just so sophisticated.

Their soulless anatomy and bland existence keep haunting this website like the ghost of the most fucking boring person to ever live. When I see their face, all I see is a beg to be ended, to finally be freed from this painful mediocrity, but NO, @MyBrainIsACumstain just HAS to breed more of them at the glorious pace of One Fuck A Month instead of sending these to one of the eleven fuckers so we can NEVER FUCKING HEAR ABOUT THEM AGAIN

Everything is wrong about you, do you understand you fucking travesty of a dragon? Diogenes would pluck you to insult humanity.