Blaize

4/20
2300XXXX

OHOH OHO H OH H O

about blaize:

• born on 4/20
• the dragon equivalent of 'bring me to life' by evanescence
• senpai
• constantly drinking mountain dew
• constantly eating doritos
• the dragon equivalent of comic sans
• has at least 7 leg
• uses blingee to spice up all his selfies

HE's the first entity you see as u face heaven and walk backwards into dragon hell. he is the one. thr only. th e
DRAGON




"Tell me about how you set a bowl of cereal on fire!" They said. "It'll be fun!" They said.



ok fasten your seatbelt because this is a wild ride from start to finish

when I was in about fifth grade I used to be really addicted to reading. I would read literally all the time, including while eating. So when I got home from school one day I was hungry and decided to make myself a bowl of cereal. What could go wrong, right?
Lots. Lots.
I I poured the cereal and milk and I was gonna start eating, but I realized that I had forgotten a book. So I left my cereal bowl on the stove while I went to go grab a book.
I didn't realize that my dad had left the stove burner on after making himself a boiled egg (we have an old-school gas stove).
So I was in my room looking for a book, right? And I couldn't find the right dang book (I was looking for Harry Potter - the Goblet of Fire I think). So it took me about two minutes to find it.
After I found the book, I ran back to the kitchen to start eating my cheerios (I ran fast bc I was afraid they would get soggy if I took too long. Little did I know, but they were the exact opposite of soggy at this point).
So I make it into the kitchen and I see that there's about a foot and a half of flames shooting up from my cereal bowl. I had no idea what to do, I was freaking out, the fire was growing, Satan himself was manifesting in my kitchen, my crops were dying, there were shrieking honey nut ghost-ios floating around everywhere, etc.
So what did I do, you ask? I did what any logical fifth grader would do in that situation.
I started screaming. A lot.
So my dog heard me and freaked out and then my dog started barking because she saw the fire and was freaking out and my dad comes inside bc he heard the dog bark and he starts freaking out and he grabs a pitcher, fills it up with water, and throws it on the cereal. That was a pretty effective way to make the cereal stop being On Fire, which was good.
Fortunately, there was no damage to the kitchen, but the bowl was wrecked and I haven't really found the taste of cheerios quite the same since.
I'm a cereal killer.
I'll never forgive myself for brutally murdering that bowl of cheerios, nor will I ever be good at cooking. I literally burned a bowl of cereal, I don't think you can get much lower in the chef hierarchy than that.