I'm A Banana
Potassium-Rich
Really, all you need to know about this is the Rule of Horrible Portmanteau. "Born from a Dragon." Let that mental image sink in for a bit. Perhaps while watching David Attenborough talk about the miracle of sea turtle egg laying. CLOACA EVERYWHERE!
Dragonbored.
Dragonboned.
Dragonbewbs.
Githzerai are psychic rebels with a philosophical justification to run all over the planes and kick your face in. They live in a plane of chaos and just think it into submission. The own you entirely with bare fleshy fists, they don't need the claws or spikes or teeth or tentacle-hair or random piercings or mock-savagery that Dragonbutts have. They don't need to act all cool. They are badass like Jesus. Tripping in the desert to kick the butt of Satan. In comparison, the dragingballs are basically televangelists, handing out $1.75 miracles.
"Uuuuur, I'm a dragonbuddy, I am tuff and I will beat ur butts rawr lol!"
Githzerai doesn't need a come back for that. Githzerai just looks at the spikey bad-breath man, and maybe it strikes them how much less ridiculous a Slaad is by comparison, and they feel a little sorry for it. It's gotta be rough being around essentially because a marketing team decided people should be able to play dragons instead of kill them and take their stuff. You don't fit in. You nick your (horrible) name from some unrelated earlier edition critter (couldn't choose a better one, eh?), you yoink your fluff from every "retainer to a fallen empire" cliche that's come before, and you present yourself like you're something new.
You're nothing but a thirteen year old boy's muscle power fantasy.
Now the 'zerai, suave, stoic, with the grace and the moves and the knowledge to brush past you gently and leave you writhing on the floor in agony....that is power you don't have to scream about from a TV screen. That is power you don't need to show off. That's the only real power there is.
Super Mario Dragonbros can't even keep an empire together. The Githzerai were a step ahead of them in that, too. See, they took down an empire. Of Mind Flayers. Let that sink in. Try not to void your cloaca when you think about the kind of cojones it takes to look at something that eats your brains in the face and punch it to death.
Dragonborkborkbork. Pheh. I'd rather play a kobold.

Dragonbored.
Dragonboned.
Dragonbewbs.
Githzerai are psychic rebels with a philosophical justification to run all over the planes and kick your face in. They live in a plane of chaos and just think it into submission. The own you entirely with bare fleshy fists, they don't need the claws or spikes or teeth or tentacle-hair or random piercings or mock-savagery that Dragonbutts have. They don't need to act all cool. They are badass like Jesus. Tripping in the desert to kick the butt of Satan. In comparison, the dragingballs are basically televangelists, handing out $1.75 miracles.
"Uuuuur, I'm a dragonbuddy, I am tuff and I will beat ur butts rawr lol!"
Githzerai doesn't need a come back for that. Githzerai just looks at the spikey bad-breath man, and maybe it strikes them how much less ridiculous a Slaad is by comparison, and they feel a little sorry for it. It's gotta be rough being around essentially because a marketing team decided people should be able to play dragons instead of kill them and take their stuff. You don't fit in. You nick your (horrible) name from some unrelated earlier edition critter (couldn't choose a better one, eh?), you yoink your fluff from every "retainer to a fallen empire" cliche that's come before, and you present yourself like you're something new.
You're nothing but a thirteen year old boy's muscle power fantasy.
Now the 'zerai, suave, stoic, with the grace and the moves and the knowledge to brush past you gently and leave you writhing on the floor in agony....that is power you don't have to scream about from a TV screen. That is power you don't need to show off. That's the only real power there is.
Super Mario Dragonbros can't even keep an empire together. The Githzerai were a step ahead of them in that, too. See, they took down an empire. Of Mind Flayers. Let that sink in. Try not to void your cloaca when you think about the kind of cojones it takes to look at something that eats your brains in the face and punch it to death.
Dragonborkborkbork. Pheh. I'd rather play a kobold.

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