Everywhere you walk short posters are plastered on walls and posts throughout all of the cities.  You notice the local orphan boys are wearing nicer shoes and coats this winter.  You pick one up.

Dragon Protection League

Further details will be divulged at 110 South Las Vegas Boulevard at 4:00 pm.  

110 South Las Vegas Boulevard

4:00 pm

You sit down amongst the curious, the eccentric, and the seemingly homeless.  A man walks onto a hastily constructed stage.  The podium leans to one side, and as he rests his hands on it, the lean exaggerates.  He looks down and exhales before he raises his head slowly.  He walks across the stage, the floor boards rise and fall with his gait.  The creaks silence the murmurs in the room.  

Welcome, to the DP League!

He gestures open arms toward the crowd.  

We here, are firm supporters of DP.  We see ourselves as stalwart defenders of what others see as a carnal creation.  They wish to end what we hold dear, what we marveled at since we were boys, what we fantasized about.  Our mothers may have done their best to silence our fantasies.  Declaring to us that it wasn't real, that it was merely the conjecture of bored men sitting by fires after killing a stag.  Our fathers though, encouraged us and today I wish to make fantasy into reality.  

Jackal pauses, a tear rolls down his cheek.  He inhales deeply, collecting himself.  

DP needs to be in every city, and enjoyed by every person in the six cities.  DP needs to be enjoyed by our sons and daughters, by ourselves, and by our brethren!

The crowd cheers.  A man in tattered clothes shouts while choking on tears.  Jackal motions his hand downward and the crowd follows suit.

The gods are sick, having us kill a creature so dignified.  Every creature of the gods shall die, this is true.  But never, has a creature so beautiful been offered like a lamb.  

Men nod their heads

Do not blame the gods for this predicament however.  They only serve the meal.  It is us who have placed the order. It is us with our sadistic desires that is to blame.  We are not content with the status quo.  We do not know contentment, we know only ambition.  Look where it has led us.  Gaze amongst you.  Stare at your clothes, at your nicotine stained coats, your whiskey drowned teeth.  Look at the defilement that permeates across this room like a miasma.  

It is up to us, to clean the air and stand.  Too long have good men sat and did nothing, and too long have those with wicked desires been permitted to run free.  Those of you gathered here, I ask of you who is ready to join the Dragon Protection League! Who is ready to clear the miasma that exudes from their souls!

The crowd stood up and cheered chanting DP! DP! DP!

Jackal smiles, wiping the tear away which rushed down his cheek.  

Five crowd members rushed Jackal and attempted to lift him high in the air, all the while still chanting DP! DP! DP!

I guess it's the reason they dodge so many bullets. DP! DP! DP!

Seeing a potential threat to the one they affectionately called 'Not Lunch' Jackal, a monstrous Dragon swooped down and char grilled the five DP enthusiasts before flapping it's big as houses wings and taking to the skies once more.

If you could get a room at the MGM Grand or enjoy the views on the seventh floor of Attraction of the Strip, you'd see the Swedish one circling the Las Vegas skyline as gun shots continued to ring out in the streets.