THE Story, and it IS number one.

Ogloromn was his name. It was terrible. It remeinded him of the beasts of the jungle. He wished his name could be otherwise, but it was not. What is it with names, he thought, that gives them the power to decide fate? Arvaril the smithy, had been taken on as apprentice to the king, by virtue of his name. Carper Adiyismal had gone instead straight to the Gaol, because of his name. And Ogloromn? what of him? Not that he had had the chance to escape a fate of danger or excitement. Nooo, that would be too clichéd. He was a dragon hunter. Or rather a Dragon Slayer. Or rather part of the mutt team that drew the carcass of the Dragon from the cave on a slay after it was killed. Which was very exciting. And moreover exhausting. And over to the extent of just dropping out of the sky, it was not fun. Fun. That's what Ogloromn wanted. To have fun. Not to be poetic like Vyrjill. Or strong like Vronx. Or curious like Pekintook. He wanted fun just like, like.......Like who?

Ogloromn was standing on the Hillock, a hovel and a yard from Erodukes Country (not a pleasant place to be standing) and as he stood and waited for the signal of the Arrowed Uke, he could not recall a single person with a name that meant he could have fun. Engnio was ambitious, he would grow up to be the dark and sinister evil darkhorse too cool too bad whatnot. Arbit was offhand. Wfwertfqwef was insane(they designated that! good holmr!) And even Billy had the job of inane clichés. Who was for having fun. He pondered.