The ground of Dragon's Valley rumbled, not just from the constant tectonic shifts, but from a more literal rhythmic tremor. Leaning on an obsidian rock over a spicy red stock lake, Carolina Reaper Cookie was in his element. His scar glowed with each strum of his guitar-axe from the solo he plahed.

"YEEEEAAHH! FEEL THE HEAT! LET IT BURN BRIGHT!" Carolina Reaper Cookie screamed, likely to be echoed across the valley. Greenish-red flames danced in the distance, and a small group of dinosaurs, usually skittish, had paused their foraging near a stock-filled stream with heads tilted, mesmerized by the sheer volume.