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it was 2025 and vaintyville was more polluted than ever, crime had gone up by 24% and living standards had gone down significantly in the last 5 years. Joes bar the black dragon was located in a relativly quiet street around 10 mins walk away from the center of the city.

Joe patted his fat belly content with the huge double scoop of chips he had just consumed. he looked around The Black Dragon and smiled. It would be a few hours yet before his regular customers came trickling in through the heavy wooden doors. Although he was alone he spoke “how about a quick rest before everyone gets here aye name” there was no reply but joe flashed another smile the light reflecting of his gold tooth although acnolging a response. he then walked through a door behind the bar and lay down fully clothed on an uncumforablly small bed.

Greg trujed home it was 6 on a wednesday night . the rain fell in large drops trickling down his neck and on to his expensive suit. the city around him was immense the buildings streaching upwards through the dark grey rainclouds. unrecognisible people hurried around him hidded under umbrellas avoiding the rain as best they could. greg worked as a lauyer at a huge corperation called curtis consilidated. Curtis co was pure evil the only thing they cared about was making money and chrushing anyone in their way. it was gregs job to help with the chrushing and he hated that he had become one of the bad guys. He was following the same path home he had been walking for the past 10 years. but today he felt differnt from all the other other days. for the first time he had realised unless he changed he would be the bad guy forever and he would walk the same lonley path home for the rest of his life. He decided right then that he had to change. Greg hadnt drunk since highschool that would be a change he thought so in a split second he walked across the road and into a bar he had passed every day but never looked twice at.

joes eyes flicked open, he sat up in bed and checked the time 6.15 the majority of his customers wouldnt b there until at least 8 so he got a huge fright when somene yelled anyone here from inside the bar. joe didnt get random customers coming in very often. the majority of his customers were reguliars who came almost every night and knew joe by name. the reason for this was that joe was renound around the nbourhood for being a bit crazy people even wrongly though he might be dangerious so you can see why a lot of people steered clear of the black dragon. he walked out of his bedroom if you could call it that and into his bar. A short skinny man dripping wet and in a suit was just opening the door to leave. you dont need to leave just yet said joe come have a drink first. The man walked to the bar and sat down heavily with a sigh. he Introduced himself as greg and proceded to stay late that night telling joe all his problems.

Greg left the black dragon than night feeling happier than he had felt in a long time. Although he had promised himself that he would change the next day he found himself living another normal shit day. the only thing he changed was that he went to the black dragon again after work. after a week of doing this same routeen nearlt every day he plucked up the courage to ask joe why everyone though he was a little crazy. you dont seem crazy to me said greg. its not me thats crazy said joe they think im crazy because name is my best friend. just bacause you cant see him doesnt mean hes not here. now greg liked joe and didnt want to offend him but he never belived him about his best friend name. for the next 3 years Greg continued to work at curtis co and every day it chrushed his soul a little more but nerarly every night he visited the black dragon and him and joe became better and better friends. then one bright sunny day while greg was working joe unexpectily died. standing alone at his funeral the rain trickling down gregs neck as it had when he had first met joe. greg realised although he had been his good friend indeed one of his only friends he actially knew very little about joe. he wondered where his familly was or if he even had a familly. the only other people at the funeral were 3 other reguliours from the bar who had never really known joe and were only there because they had been going to the black dragon for as long as they could rember.

6.30 am the next day greg walked to work.even this early people hurried past their eyes down and earpods in. walking past the black dragon greg tried not to look. joes death had almost chrushed his hopes of ever living a fuffiled life. when he got home that day there was a letter waiting for him. it was a photocopy of a hand scralled note joes last will and testimont all it said underneith that in bad handwriting was i leave the black dragon to gregory. greg dropped the note and ran all the way to the bar. he opened up the big wooden doors and walked inside afer a second he heard a voice in his ear welcome back greg he gasped joe is that you the voice laughed it was a deep voice but more comforting than menacing oh no greg im just name. the next day greg quit his job at curtis co and opened up the black dragon for buisness once more. for the next 22 years of his life he lived and worked there and he finally felt like he was living a fufulled life untill the day he died at the age of 55