I look with my infrared radar to avoid being in the presence of witnesses, hiding in the woods near the campsite's isolated parking lot.

I lower the CCTV cameras down and rush to the roof boxes of some cars.

With a claw, I force the opening of the key slot and turn. no resistance whether metal or plastic. check!

Free service. Wahh, nice blankets and mattresses, a fishing rod, some beer cans and some bags. In less than 2 minutes, 5 car trunks were opened.

Ok I'm a party breaker but my happiness is before the happiness of others because they're not on the run and I am. No guilt and the chests, on top of that, they're not broken.

I chose this place because the Germans like a pleasant and clean environment, the car park is made of asphalt concrete and I left no heel marks.

Then I come back to the cave, arrange my nest and push a rock nearby to close it and hide all the material.

After looking for people always with my infrared view, view but with the sun it is less effective. I try UV, but it makes me a little drunk and puts me at risk of vagal reflexes (vomiting).

I look for a place in the lake with difficult access and no one in sight and I take a dive to wash away all the blood left on me. I even use soap and clothes to clean myself. I take advantage of the morning fog on the lake to stay out of sight and use the texture around me to hide. Of course, camouflage is useless in the vicinity, but it is always useful.

Okay, next time I'll use a hot tub. Oh no, I'm too tall now... sniffing.

-laughs of sarcastic dragons....

Okay, the water is fresh and cold and I like warmer water. The cold doesn't really affect me, but it makes me uncomfortable.

Now I'm going to set up my cave. All right, let's go.

I fold down and then glide and land until I reach the cave. Okay, no one in sight. I go in and place the rock. I don't like this configuration because there is not really a second exit and the cave is at ground level for campers and walkers.

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So I stay silent and use battery lights to light up my little cave. I put in all the mattresses I stole and make a nest. It's more to separate me from the sharp stones than to make a real nest.

The cave is hopefully dry and draught-free. A large opening that shortened a few meters inside and where the rock was located, which was part of the collapsed part of the cave before its entrance.

So I consult a paper newspaper and I find nothing about my exceptional activities apart from the other days. Nothing that mentions me. Great! Great!

I have a clock in my head, but it doesn't set the alarm clock, so I rely on the mobile phone to wake me up.

It's the middle of the night and the full moon.

And what do I do in the night? HUNTING.

Do I hear anyone outside? No? Okay? Come on, I'll push the rock and close the cave.

I jump into the air and spend a few moments in infrared looking for prey.

As I fly above, I see wild boars, deer, fallow deer, deer, hinds, so I follow them and kill about twenty of them. I've made several trips to bring them back. A rain of blood fell on the campsite. I think it's nice, round red dots on yellow and blue tents.

I do the same thing for several days until there is nothing left to eat. I hear people complaining about not having wild animals to see and only finding fleshy carcasses left by hunters.

They also complain that the volcano is about to erupt because they hear noise like a snoring in the depths of the mountain and that lava or an earthquake will occur.

Look at the campers resting, carefree How lucky they are, their stomachs full of sausages and spicy steaks, lamb and chips! AHHHHH, I can die of envy for them with a tartar sauce, mayonnaise, ketchup and fried sausages. And the meatballs with hunter sauce....mmm ah that I miss Mom's food......

A line of flammable drool fell on the campsite. Drunk campers came out of the tent to relieve their natural needs and some picked up cigarettes and threw them into the drool that immediately ignited.

I see sausages and sauce on the side of an RV and the family baths in the water.

So I'll help them clear the table. They were going to eat. I'm nice, I leave them a complete pig, stripped and emptied on the BBQ because when they come back they will have something to eat while I take the frying pan, sausages and sauces home.

Burp after swallowing all the cooked sausages and fries.

What a fucking mess I made. Am I crazy????? The cave gives an infernal smell of mixed blood, meat, reptiles, rotten skins, bones and carcasses that I didn't take the risk of hiding. I put it in the deepest part of the cave. Now that the decomposition is unbearable, I think I'll blow myself up if I try to burn everything with my breath.

Now it is time to leave and escape this ecological mess. BURP (noisy and infernal).

Ah I forgot to say that it's full of beer cans, and I think I was a little drunk and only wisdom prevents me from making a critical gesture. A little drunk I did a massacre on the surrounding wildlife.

The forest now knows what a dragon is and what fear and predator APEX means.

Oh, I left a holiday souvenir, there was a black bear that was going to attack the sleeping campers in their tent.

I grabbed him with my claws and killed him in the air. I cut off his head from his body and impaled him on a metal pole at the entrance to the campsite and carved on the wooden tree behind "Winnie the Pooh, Danger", the body at the base of the tree.

FLAP. FLAP FLAP FLAP... ....