Santa Squishy sets down the Goblet of Firing ready to receive the names of the three champions to face the Tri-Mobster tournament task. The flame that sits at the top of the goblet suddenly changes to blue, and hundreds of pieces of paper shoot out containing the name of every mobster across the land. Everyone looks on incredulously, not believing their eyes at all when out of nowhere they hear roaring in the distance coming from all directions. The mobsters look to Squishy to see what they should do...

"It's all gone balls up, the dragons have escaped" he shouts "Fuck the tournament, your instructions are only these; Slay the dragons, win shit."

With that, he vanishes in a puff of smoke.

    Come seek us where our voices sound,

    We cannot sing above the ground,

    And while you're searching, ponder this:

    We've taken what you'll sorely miss,

    An hour long you'll have to look,

    And to recover what we took.

    But past an hour - the prospect's black

    Too late, it's gone, it won't come back.

The dragons are experiencing some.. erm... herding issues.  We will get them in line shortly.