The following is posted from the site I found many years ago and lost track of eventually. I have not changed spelling or anything else. But, I did not save all the image files. You can see the full site, as long as the Wayback Machine keeps it saved. I could not find the original source/ person from the site.

If you've come here, you must be interested in saving some dragons. Follow the links to the left to join the many humans (and dragons) of the Campaign in keeping these living treasures from extinction.

About the Campaign

When was the last time you saw a dragon in the wild? Never? It's not surprising. Their species has long been misunderstood, hunted to extinction by wandering knights who could barely match wits with their own mounts.

The association of dragons with evil began over a thousand years ago, when Satan was identified as a dragon in the Bible, and that Beowulf guy tried to stab one and got chewed up. As time passed, villagers, who had little else to do while washing the clothes or tilling the fields, made up tales about the poor beasts, transforming them into hideous, fire-breathing monstrosities that hoarded treasure and tore apart virgin sacrifices. Meanwhile, the dragons sat in their caves, playing poker with pebbles for chips. They avoided the human race because they were uncomfortable with the fear that their appearance inspired in those tiny beings from the wooden caves. They didn't want to cause any trouble.

They'd learned centuries ago that human meat was stringy and fatty, and they weren't particularly interested in the meat that the humans kept in pens, so they changed their omnivorous ways. They ate trees, saving the seeds to replace what they'd taken, and caught fish for special occasions. Like their cousins the Eastern dragons, they were fair and kind and wise--and especially wise when it came to making good coffee. (The dragons didn't abuse this coffee; it was only in the later half of second millenium A.D. that coffee became evil, and that was the fault of the humans, who were unhappy with the number of hours in the day.)

Anyway, to sum it all up, humans got all the big, dumb guys in the villages together, wrapped them in tin foil, and sent them off to skewer the dragons (and disturb their poker game). The dragons that weren't killed were forced into hiding. Today, the dragon who inches his head out of the closet is still bound to get it lopped off. Society still fears and hates dragons, despite the fact that they've done no more wrong than humans. The government, should it get its greedy hands on them, would confine them in small wire cages and subject them to cruel tests. Most people would just shoot them. People are cutting down the trees they eat, polluting the waters where they fish on dragon holidays...

Doesn't anyone love dragons? Who will stand up for them? Will they ever have the rights that humans take for granted?

Dragons are now an endangered species. The Save the Dragons Campaign demands that these dragons be protected and embraced.

By joining the Campaign, you swear:

*to help dragons in need and prevent others from harming them (this doesn't extend to Barney the Purple Dinosaur, because he's a dinosaur, not a dragon). *to replant trees so that the dragons don't starve to death, as they refuse to eat humans (wouldn't you?). *to not abuse coffee (unless you really have to--do you have a doctor's excuse?).

Or, if that's just too much for you:

*to wish for wings and a tail.

If this sounds like your thing, click below and join the Campaign. With enough voices in the Campaign, we can make a difference! Dragons everywhere will be free! (They might steal your job, though.)

This campaign started by Xine's Tree and hosted by GeoCities - Visit Xine's Tree for creativity, dragons, and coffee!

It is a good idea to be friendly when there are dragons around.

My name is Laura. I was born in the year of the dragon, more than 50 years ago, in a large city in Ontario, Canada. I've been online since 1996, mostly meeting people in IRC. Later I began making ASCII art. I've published with and for various online publications and networks.

I don't know why anyone would want to read about my early years, my education, my career and all that stuff. My Daddy wasn't very nice to me. I attended Centennial College at the Warden Woods campus, the building has since been demolished. That's a far more interesting fact than anything else here, in my opinion. It's eerie to remember walking through those hallways knowing they no longer exist. Since not quite graduating college (I was working as well and ran out of money to support both college and my apartment) I have worked in factories, stores (cashier and customer service) and technical support. I have also built and maintained all my own websites while never quite learning enough HTML (in my opinion, few people making websites for other people really know enough, or much).

Now I should tell you my biggest failures and achievements. I failed to have children, I would have liked one to five of them. I had my fortune read once and I was supposed to have five children. Where did they end up? Just never born? Kind of gruesome to tell you where I really think they ended up. There are so many things people don't want to hear these days. Their tender little ears, their over sensitivity to everything. While ignoring things that matter. Have you ever read the story of The Emperor's New Clothes? Biggest achievements? How can I know, I'm not dead yet.

Do I sound mean? I'm not. I've always been very nice, kind, sweet, and have looked after other people a lot in my life. I don't like it. Being nice means you end up doing things you don't want to do, quite often. But, it does not mean you are stupid or a door mat. It also does not mean you get rewarded for it. A thanks is nice but I'm kind of past that too. When I am nice it is by my choice, not because I'm not smart enough to make some other choice.

The guide to writing your About page, which I have been following along with as I write this, says I should add social testimonials and proof now. I'm sorry but that's just not going to happen. I am not one of those bushy tailed young people selling stuff or making videos and podcasts online. No, my life is more like a modern fairytale. I always felt one of the worst things was to end up looking after other people and not really have a life of your own. How did this happen to me? But, it has. I did get married. I'm divorced, not a spinster. I'm the oldest of my siblings and I look after my Mother. She doesn't need a lot of help and she isn't senile or anything like that. Mostly she wants company and I'm an introvert with delusions of being the only person left on the planet. I've even picked out where I would live and planned how I would grow my own food and everything. Alone.

I tried to be a writer, horror, science fiction, mysteries and non-fiction too. I like photographing old houses, old buildings and things. I don't especially like organizing them, writing about them or sharing them. Taking the photographs is the part I like. The rest feels like an obligation. I make ASCII art. I wish I could get over this version of myself and make more of it. I used to draw stick figure cartoons which a few people (not related to me even) thought were good.

These days I've kind of given up on everything. If you one day say, or think, "it doesn't matter", know it is an unending sinkhole. If one thing doesn't matter where does it end? Does anything matter? Does a thing matter?

I don't want to write any more about myself. I used to be much more optimistic. I wonder if that will ever come back. Maybe this is just what happens to dragons as we get older.