The Annual Komodo Clash—A Battle Already Lost
- Rick
- Feb 21
- 1 min read
Updated: Mar 6
Fire-breathing lizards vs. slightly smaller lizards. Place your bets.
The Dragoons of Den’s Crevice arrive every year, towering, fire-breathing, and ready to verbally incinerate their Komodo cousins. And every year, they lose. It should be an easy win—Dragoons have centuries of combat experience, razor-sharp wit, and the kind of insults that could break bones. But the moment the first devastating blow lands, the Komodo just stands there. Maybe flicks its tongue. Maybe doesn’t. And somehow, that’s enough. The Dragoon hesitates. The audience shifts. The bets unravel. Five minutes later, the Komodo is still silent, the Dragoon is spiraling, and no one understands what just happened. Some claim Komodos have mastered the art of nothing so well it distorts probability. Others insist it’s rigged, though no one can explain how or why. The only thing certain? Komodos never react, never explain, and never lose.
The Friendly Robot Travel Agency has no answers, only tickets. You can cheer for the Dragoons. You can cheer for the Komodos. You can spend the whole night trying to understand what just happened. But if you’re smart, you won’t bet against the Komodos. No one knows why they always win. Only that they do.
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Rick’s Review:
"Put every Wishbone I had on the Dragoons. Easy money, I thought. Watched a dragon deliver a verbal nuke. The Komodo blinked, maybe. Five minutes later, the dragon was spiraling, the Komodo was undefeated, and I was flat broke. There’s something wrong with them. Something deeply, deeply wrong."