GB Disc 1: Untold Prophecy (Round 1 - Heatstroke)

Armed with a pocket full of gold, a belt-bag full of various mystery meats, and a belly full of food, Seraeus whistled merrily as he jaunted through the marketplace. Today was a hot and dry day, which of course perfectly suited his cold-blooded kind. He was getting a bit tired of all the people, all the attention, so he decided to explore the desert further. Beyond the boundary of the bazaar, there was... pretty much nothing at all. Just sand. He took the time to walk around the bazaar, and... still nothing. No routes or anything in or out. He found that kind of odd. Did... did everyone just live here?

Then again, he was literally teleported here against his will. He supposed this was some kind of magical prison. Like, a wizard jail. He began walking away from the bazaar. The hot desert wind scorched his eyes. He could see a lizard scurrying towards him. It looked up at him with those dumb nonsapient eyes. Then it blinked. Oh. Nictitating membranes. He was always a bit confused as to why his race lost them when they evolved. Shrugging, he reached down, and picked it up. He bit its head off. Willing himself to evolve further, he now had nictitating membranes. Perfect. With his eyes now fully covered from the sand, he walked off.

Only ten feet later, he bumped, snoutfirst, into what seemed like an invisible wall. He rubbed his snout gingerly, tears forming behind his membranes. He reached out, and his hand touched the wall. Curiously, the dust storm was still pelting his hand with sand. He felt around, walked about 5 feet in one direction, and found an invisible handle. He opened what felt like a door and walked through.

There. A road. He had walked out onto a trail of sorts, winding forth into a desert which looked much the same yet different from the one he had left. Although it was still hot and sandy, the blue sky was replaced with a night sky, resplendent with stars, planets, and the like. He looked behind him, and the door was gone and with it the bazaar. He felt a bit sad. Their food was good. He looked back in front of him, and... what was that? Something a bit further ahead of him. Some, uhh, shiny fleshy mound. He ran closer, aiming to figure out what manner of creature this was. It was... a dragon? It looked a bit different than the ones he had back home. Although the skeletal structure was much the same, it was covered in jewels and slime, not scales. It turned its head around, and looked at him. It opened its mouth wide, and he raised his hands, preparing for a fight.

"WELL, HELLO THERE GOOD-LOOKING." It winked.

Oh no.