I decided to put on a light and playful text again, so be prepared. This story does not pretend to any credibility, there is not a drop of truth or logical meaning. All as you like!

Enjoy reading.

Record 1 (I start a new diary, the last one drowned in the swamp along with the boots)

Already the fourth day I hunt for this damned dragon. The fourth day under the constant expectation of death or murder. Dratoran is a dragon who has not yet seen the light. Royal Golden Lizard. I do not know where he came from, but this is a one-of-a-kind beast that can fertilize other types of dragons. It was because of him that last year I had almost two hundred hiring, because of him, I was almost burned five times, and it was because of him that my two friends died. I will find you a bitch and kill you ...

Record 2

The sixth day, I found this hvaryugu. Scrapped in an abandoned gallery, rattles at night. If Dratoran does not come out of this hole till the morning, I will visit him in the morning. There are two options - either he will eat me and everything will be fine for me, really, posthumously; either I will kill him and get as much money as all his teeth weigh. All the rest time. In the morning everything will be decided ...

Record 3

The eighth day Honestly, I did not expect to find that their things. Yesterday, closer to the night ... Ah, no, the day before yesterday, closer to the night, I found Dratoran's nest. The despicable golden-eared overgrown lizard laid its filthy eggs in earthen wells, hides, it means. I waited for him to fall asleep and struck him a fatal blow. All yesterday I hid and ran away from the enraged, but dying dragon. I was really lucky that I managed to escape. He really hooked me with his mouth once, when I myself was stupid, but there I need to - the wound on my leg is not deep, so I will survive. And I will remember the lesson for life. I took the eggs, there were three of them. Two selling, and one eat in the city. God, how did I stop doing this ... I should take my teeth to the city, but it’s time I retired ...

Record 4

Day fifteen, I am almost alive and well. Yesterday's booze knocked all the remnants of my strength out of me, and a huge scrambled egg provided me with the wildest proshir. In general, in vain I started all this ... We still have to sleep off.

Record 5

Sixteenth day. Today I was given all the money owed. Now I understand everything - I will die from cirrhosis of the liver ...

Record 6

Twenty days have passed since I began tracking down Drotoran and thirteen since my victory. My leg has almost recovered, the wound has healed and almost does not itch. However, it seems to me that this freak infected me with something, some whitish slurry drips from my end. I will show up tomorrow, I will have enough money even for a new member if I have to say goodbye to the old one. Hehe, no, of course, he is only mine. It is better to buy the second and will be stock.

Record 7

Dumb doctor. His eblansky broth does not help a fig, for three days I already drink this stuff, but it has stopped altogether from oozing and dribbling, getting up, and my eggs are bald and compressed. We must go to the capital and hire a normal magician. The truth is, there is no close road ...

Record 8

A month has passed since I killed Dratran. Looks like he finally managed to poison me with some kind of dragon poison. My dick turned blue, shrank and now looks like sour strawberries. Eggs pressed into the body and began to peel wildly. Pizdets natural, and why the heck did I really got to him? Plus, my hair began to turn gray. I'm not old yet! But it seems that this dragon curse is killing me ... We must donate money for a good cause - I will open a brothel near the capital. I will name it - Blue Eggs ...

Record 9

In general, it is good that I left the path and retired in this backwater. Here the air is clean, there are few people, nature, cattle in the neighboring yards. Appeasement, whatever one may say. Dying here will be a blessing. And I think I did not have a long time. The reproductive organ left me, the hair on my head almost half turned white. And this is just thirty three days. Probably thirty days left. I will live them in peace and quiet.Or maybe I'll write a book ...

Record 10

Forty second day from the day of the ill-fated murder of Dtoran. I seem to be starting to rot from the inside. The crotch began to itch, as happens with purulent sores, and the bum swells, and so does not fit in the pants. Fortunately, no one sees me die here ...

Record 11

Fifty-third days. I'm scared to think that with me, but the early itch is driving me crazy for the third day. Moreover, if you torture yourself quite strongly, the itchiness recedes for several hours and it is better than any sex, like an explosion in the head and body. Honestly, from yesterday, I already begin to like it. Dying from dragon disease is not so boring. My ass is all the same puffed up, bluish spots are already visible, both in the perineum and on the bottom, even on my stomach a bit. But I don’t give a damn, my hour is close, I already feel strong headaches in the evenings.

Record 12

Everything, the disease got to the heart, I feel it ... My chest was a little numb last night and began to swell. On the head, the skin burst. The tailbone popped out. I probably already look like a dead man in these blue spots with gray hair and red eyes. The skin in some places flies off like a snake, exposing dead blue spots. And between my legs I already had some kind of a hole, from which all the time toli pus flows, some other toli. And the itch does not go away for long. Though it is a joy in my position ...

Record 13

Three months passed on the day I killed Dtoran, and he grabbed me by the leg. Looks like his poison is far more sophisticated than I imagined. Yesterday, I once again touched myself and was surprised to recognize that between my legs - pussy. Natural female bald cunt. I touched them a lot - that's for sure, not to confuse. And if you take it for truth, it turns out, my ass does not swell, but just gets fatter! And the chest does not swell, but just grows! Well your mother! I see this creature wanted to take revenge on me! Bitchy geek! Find your dead body and rape your sword! Fagot!

Record 14

In vain, I then pulled out my sword ... I do not know what came over me, but its handle lay so comfortably in my hand ... And then in my pussy ... Yes. How low I fell - fucked myself like once a roadside whore - with the hilt of a sword. And what I was laughing at then, it turned out to be a very nice event ... I have to repeat it again ...

Record 15

The hundredth day since the death of Dtorana. Dead spots were not dead spots, but my new skin color. It was not enough for Dratoran to turn me into a woman, he also decided to make my skin blue ... Dead bastard! I will definitely find your remains and abuse them! And separately I will find your member and I will beat him like a pear! Bitch! Well, that's what I thought about the member again? What's wrong with me?

Record 16

Fuck up I have horns hatching. Not only is what happens to me, so now I'm also horny. Fantan - blue, fat man with clawed legs, eager for phallic pussy, hefty tits and now also horns! Fuck, and if I really came to the capital then? Chur me! Chur!

Record 17

Fourth month Everything! I got it. Dratoran wanted me to hurt myself to death! The desire to fuck yourself does not go away, but only increases. The blue has already grown almost all over my body, and my teeth are now sharp like a pike. The freaking tail began to thicken and now it makes it hard for me to sleep! I have so little rest ... I always dream about a member, but bigger ...

Record 18

Everything. No, really - this is the end. Last night I got out of my house and climbed into the neighbor's yard. Their fucking mongrel recognized me and didn’t bark. I climbed into the barn and ... Fuck, scary to remember ... I fucked their horse! This is a complete fucking. The animal shuffled me at first, then I stroked it for a long time and started moving so wisely that I began to lick its personal belongings, I needed a fat one ...