Dry Bowser Contemplates His Year

Dry Bowser took a long look at the night sky as he sighed, shaking his skull as he was atop the crater of his volcanic home within the Grumble Volcano.

"I find myself here again, knowing that this story will be edited long beyond this year." Dry Bowser commented as he had his bony arms folded. "And I am not looking forward to it.

Dry Bowser watched as the fireballs bounced within the red molten magma, the skeletal reptile smirking as he felt some joy from seeing something so pure and simple. He then took a seat on the beach chair he had as he placed lotion all over his dusty old bones, stretching as he wrapped them behind his skull.

Dry Bowser: I suppose if I don't think about it, perhaps I'll find some peace in being here.

Dry Bowser continued staying there, thinking that there surely would be some force of action in the future that would make him change, but for now took comfort in that nothing more could affect him.