*hugs* Many thanks my friend ^.=.^ Much appreciated.

Anytime my friend, anytime.
You deserve as many watchers as you page can hold.🙂

Thank you ^.=.^

This is getting out of hand! Now there are two of them!

Yes we're multiplying faster than rabbits, soon we will dominate and take over..Muwhahahaha!
But you'll be safe with me.... maybe.😏

*I roll for initiative*
*1*
*There's already 4 dragons, now 8. I depart for the local town, to try and raise an army capable of dealing with this menace.*
*But it is already too late. 16 dragons. 32. 64.... Soon the dragons are multiplying at such a rate that they pile up, a rising mountainous mass of scales that towers over the forest.*
*Those on the bottom are flattened, but those above continue duplicating. A river of ichor begins to seep from the bottom of the pile, as it spreads and begins to become a wall of dragon, rolling over everything in its path. A vast, planetary pancake of red appears on the continent, slowly piling up towards the center. In terror board the nearest boat.*
*But there is no escape. The scaly wall grinds over the town, crushing all before it and forcing the population into the sea. We desperately try and fight the rising tide, but it is no use, even if we cut down a myriad dragons, a myriad myriads replace them. The boat is crushed to splinters and with it my life comes to an end.*
*And still they come. The wave covers more and more of the planet, piling up a mile high in its center. Within a few days the entire world is consumed, all non-dragon life extinguished. But the pile grows on, and on. At its depths a solid layer of dragon mush renders the artifacts of civilization so much rubble. The mass of the planet itself significantly increases. Now the sheer weight compresses the lower dragons into something akin to coal, vast volcanoes of superheated gas burst forth into the air, boiling steam and natural gas released from the baked layers below. Only then does the dragon tide waver, as the air turns to scalding poison. A few weeks more and the planet is uninhabitable for scale-kind, all of the air consumed by the moldering serpentine forms. The very mountains are buried.*
*A vast composting begins, a digestion that takes centuries, millennia as the draconic layer sinks and settles. At its end an endless desert of bones sits under a cloudy, noxious sky. The rain is acid, slowly dissolving the countless skeletons, the bones bleaching and crumbling until they settle as a crust of calcium* a mile thick.
*And yet, yet life goes on. Microbes survived the cataclysm, some hardy forms able to survive as a thick layer of dragon mulch rises up through the denser bones, forming a worldwide soil atop the buried death. In time the planet will turn over, oceans and mountains will rise once more, fish and frogs and wing and fur. All treading upon the crumbled remains of countless billions of dragons. At night the air is thick with ghosts.*

Well....when you put it That way maybe we should invest in some condoms.🤔
It was sounding like paradise until you got hurt...that was a downer. I wouldn't want anything to happen to my special flightless Bird... perhaps you could perch on top and ride the mighty dragon tide like a surfer!

No, the consequences are a valuable lesson to us all on what happens when you treat magic lightly. How many D&D worlds have been buried under a torrent of magically replicating chests, gold, dragons or other miscellaneous items? People need to use (magical) protection!

That is a Great point and a valuable lesson indeed! I mean who needs a hoard of gold, rubies and priceless gem's or the occasional Virgin sacrifice? I mean....*Sweat's profusely*
Uhhh....yeah Wh...who needs that stuff? 😶😵‍💫

And now TREE!!!!

*Barks up the other one*