This is Berk. It’s twelve days north of Hopeless and a few degrees south of Freezing to Death. It’s located solidly on the Meridian of Misery. My village. In a word? Sturdy. It’s been here for seven generations, but every single building is new. We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests. You see, most places have mice or mosquitoes… We have… Dragons!
This is Berk. It snows nine months of the year, and hails the other three. Any food that grows here is tough and tasteless; the people that grow here are even more so. The only upsides are the pets. While other places have ponies, or parrots, we have…dragons.
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