A world shaking rumble bellows forth from the Great Scaled One newly scaled up!
Draconic lips smack loudly beyond your lowly view of their underbelly, a low groan loud enough to wake the dead erupts from this sleepy body's unseen mouth as crimson legs unfurl and stretch out over their jealously guarded cushion of currency. Just a little yawn from the dragon is the Voice of God to your miniaturized self! A solid current of coins topple loudly over each other, a golden cascade of disk-shaped assets among other sparkly trinkets and shiny gems form an otherworldly cacophony beneath the rolling folds of their guardian's scaly assets! Slowly, with deathly agonizing care does that overarching, planetary tail-end caress its ill-gotten gains, squishing miles of appealing colors in precious seconds and squashing transparent spoils of effortless war in the natural heat of an all natural flamethrower.
A few coins clatter down between the splayed toes on the far-end of the dragon, shifting up and over as the dragon's wrinkled soles settle in to comfortable positions. An unlucky couple roll right between the rotund cheeks beneath that swishing tail, jiggling as they softly smack together with the unmistakable wet slap of a sweaty behind. A few more disappear into the unseen, unimaginable expanse that lies between the mystic lizard's legs. A distant yelp can be faintly heard when the dragon's tail launches a few treasures at one of its many servants. All the rest fall prey to the fallen belly of the dragon, bringing with it enough weight to crush a thousand nations with force to spare!
Any one of those coins could have been the one beneath your feet. Any one of those coins could still foreshadow your own fate as the coin beneath your feet picks up speed, forcing you to the ground as it slides towards the planetary mass of draconic might! Fortunately for you, this one coin doesn't roll onto its side or flip upside down, it just surfs across so many of its brethren, just one drop of water upon a vast wave of liquid assets. Of course it doesn't slide away from the dragon, you aren't that lucky. No, this coin in particular slides like so many others toward the still rolling dragon. An increasingly smoky scent grows ever more intense as you hunker down and gape at the increasingly unrecognizable mass of scales, fists tightly clenched around tiny handholds in this gold as you...
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