I put on my wizard hat and robe...

I stepped into the moldy, steamy cave of the Dragon lord Blog-Rawr, noticing the dank smell of rotting Grumdarks as I moved over the corpse of a warrior far too foolish for his own good. A puny broadsword lay at his feet. I smiled. Today would be the Dragon lord's last.

I entered the chamber of a Thousand and One Truth's, and stood before the mighty gate of Kir-Azal-Mal-O-Leer-Atak. Legends had told of this gate, and I had heard them all before. But it was what lay beyond that interested me on this day.

I reached into my bag of mega holding and produced a single key.

I gasped for dramatic effect, as the pile of bones around me certainly wasn't going to. The key fit into the lock as was foretold by the book of Dangerous Demonic Dragon Dreams, and I turned it slowly.

There stood before me an empty room, save a small table in the center. Placed upon it were a dagger, a stopwatch, and a roll of parchment. It was then that I knew what must be done. I placed my half-mace, half-great sword, half-Bow of Ancient Lore, upon the ground and picked up the parchment and began to write the story of my journeys.

Blog-Rawr would soon perish...