Dimo

Ever since Dimo was a hatchling, he has always loved playing pranks and joking around with his family and friends. For example, sometimes he would stand outside of his family lair with his boombox and start rick-rolling the whole neighborhood by playing the hit song “Never Gonna Give You Up” by Rick. He was also a big fan of the classic “your mom” jokes and Nitefort dances. His parents didn’t mind this bizarre behavior at first. They thought they were just harmless jokes and that he would grow out of them eventually. But when he started to become a young adult and still consistently blast rick rolls, his parents had had enough. They kicked him out of their lair and told him he was never allowed to come back and rick roll or roast them ever again. Dimo’s first reaction to this news was complete and utter despair. He had the feeling that one day, the your mom jokes and default dancing would become just too much. But nonetheless, there was no going back in time to fix his tragic mistakes, so Dimo had to learn to live on his own.
Eventually, Dimo stumbled upon the Requiem Village. Here, he met many nice and funny dragons, but also many dragons that didn’t like his jokes, just like his parents. However, Dimo never let these critics get to him. He loved to joke around and didn’t care what any other dragons thought. No matter how much the other dragons were bothered by his continuous rick-rolling and default dancing, Dimo never stopped. In fact, his joke dictionary only grew when he stumbled upon a book titled “101 Tips on How to be a Prankster” while doing the orange justice in the library. He finally stopped dancing for a moment as the largely-printed title caught his eye. He grabbed the book off the table it was on and started to flip through it. Dimo thought these jokes were absolutely genius!
“Wear a creepy mask and scare people around your neighborhood”
“Tie a string to two poles and separate them out so it is easy to trip someone”
So many incredible ideas that Dimo was surprised he hadn’t thought of before. From that day on, his style of jokes and pranks have completely changed. He gave away his Nitefort merch and his boombox and decided it was time for more mature pranks.

One day, as Dimo was about to sprinkle salt on a nearby slug, Dimo stumbled across another dragon. He was crouched over something on the ground as well.
“Oi mate, what are you doing?” Dimo walked over to see what Groombridge was doing. It appeared he was also currently about to sprinkle salt on a slug.
“I’m doing nunya” The dragon replied, and continued to sprinkle salt on the slug.
“Ha! Nunya, a classic joke for getting people to go away, followed by ‘nunya business’,” He crouched down to the other dragon’s level, “It appears as though we have the same taste in jokes,” Dimo held his salt shaker in front of the dragon.
“I see,” The dragon stood up, “Well friend, the name’s Groombridge!” Groombridge stuck out his hand and smiled.
“Dimo!” Dimo shook his hand.
“Nice to meet you, Dimo,” He looked over at a group of dragons talking to one another, “Wanna go do some pranking?” He pointed at the group.
“Of course, my guy!” The two dragons pulled out their scary masks and ran over to the group.

(THE SLUGS ESCAPED UNSCATHED, NO SLUGS WERE HARMED IN THE MAKING OF THIS LORE)

A few months later, Groombridge showed up at Dimo’s lair. He had quite the sad expression on his face.
“Hey Groombridge! What’s wrong?”
“Hey dude… Um… so I just received some news from a mail guy and he knows we're friends and wanted me to tell you…”
“Oh, what is it?”
“Your parents… have been exiled…”
Dimo could not believe his ears.
*cue sad, deep, emotional, depressing, cry-worthy, emo, upsetting music*
“Nah bro you’re capping… You’re capping right? This is a classic joke number sixty ni-”
“No… I’m so sorry… the guy that told me I know very well and he works for the mail dragons.”
“Oh my gosh…”
Dimo was crushed to hear this news. He might have never had a strong bond with his parents, but he never would have wished for them to be exiled.
“Oh! And, they wrote a letter for you, apparently,” Groombridge handed Dimo a crusty-looking letter. Dimo quickly grabbed and unfolded it.


Dear Dimo,

As you probs know already if you’re reading this, we are being exalted to the ranks of the Arcanists where we will serve a higher cause. We just wanted to tell you that despite all your quirky jokes, we still luv you and we are terribly sorry that we kicked you out. It was very wrong of us. We may not know what an orange justice is or who Rick is, but it is okay because you are our child and we love you regardless. Keep up the great dancing,

Sincerely, Mum and Dad


Dimo took a moment to process what his eyeballs just read. He looked up at Groombridge, hoping that just maybe, he would start bursting into laughter, revealing that this was only a prank. But no.
“I’m so sorry, my guy.” Groombridge frowned.
“It’s alright,” Dimo sighed, “It happens to many dragons, I should have known there was a good chance it was going to happen to them eventually,”
There was a brief moment of silence.
“Hey, I heard they were selling brand new scary masks at the shop down the street! You wanna go get some?” Groombridge tried to cheer up Dimo, which worked like a charm.
“Really?! Totally! Let’s go!”