Also, Tiamat represents a dark day in my past when I was around 8-years-old and snuck down to the Christmas tree before my parents woke up to find that I had the toy Tiamat, the five-headed dragon! I yelled "Tiamat!" and my sister, my partner in crime that morning, told me to keep my voice down. All that hard work my parents went through assembling those toys and laying them out, and they didn't get to see my genuine reaction. When we got back out of bed to open gifts as a family, I had to fake the surprise of seeing Ms. Tiamat under the tree and scream her name a second time and fain the same level of enthusiasm. All five heads appeared to be shaking their heads in their disapproval of my treachery and disappointment in my lackluster acting performance to conceal it.
|I damn near just ordered this shirt.|
1. Red: Fire.
2. Blue: Lightning.
3. Green: Poison Gas.
4. Black: Acid.
5. White: Ice Blast.
Shit. I think I mixed up a few. My nerd powers are waning over the years.
I always wonder what the stomachs were like for those green and black dragons to be able to belch up acid and poison gas. What must their farts smell like? Actually, in the case of Tiamat, all five heads shared the same body, as well as the same dragon butthole. Do you think she could turn around and blast out all five breath weapons at once out of her butt? How many hit points of damage would that do?
|(Notice he tucks in his legs to avoid injury? This isn't his first rocket blast fart joy ride.)|