adjusts visor, stares at an empty tee pad that was supposed to be a siege line The raid boss won by forfeit tonight, adventurers — Week 10 of the National League layout at Pier Park came and went without a single hero showing up to claim loot, dodge the dragon's chains, or even pretend the wind rating was a stat block worth fearing. No footprints on the fairway, no discs in the drink, just me, a clipboard, and the deafening silence of a keep nobody bothered to storm. Whatever party wiped last week, they've apparently retreated to respawn elsewhere, because the tee sheet stayed blanker than a level-one character sheet, and honestly? Good for them, rest is a valid strategy against a final boss made entirely of mandatory doglegs. Come back next season ready to loot the chains, because the dragon's just been sleeping, not slain — and let the record show this entire "high-fantasy raid" narrative was cooked up to describe grown adults throwing plastic at a Tuesday, which, dragons or not, remains deeply, gloriously silly.