Cover of the zine that has a black background and six bug legs on the border. The text reads Lament of the Fake Dragon, my feeling on the trauma that caused our system. By Acht. Trigger warning for Self Harm imagry and eyestrain. The entire zine is in a somewhat pixellated and color limited style using photobashed images. The background of this page is a blue sky with some clouds, and overlayed on it are newspaper articles about angels and an image of Fatalis, the black dragon, from Monster Hunter. In red text, it says I'm so sorry I hurt you, I'm still so sorry. Has an eerie aesthetic with an all black background. Images of ticks on a flowers, a mosquito sucking skin, and a leech are overlayed. The red text reads 'Like beautiful parasites we ate each other. I don't want your forgiveness. You never said sorry to me.' This page has a black background with a skeleton's hand. Overlayed on top is PNGs of angel wings and a render of Zoh Shia from Monster Hunter, a white dragon. The red text reads 'Trauma can be a two way street. I'm a white dragon with black scales underneath, but...' The background is a darkened image of a koi pond. Front and center is the same image of Fatalis, now with a small red x on its right abdomen. Red question marks are at the top of the page. The red text reads 'I don't let that define me. Is that all you see?' There is a white fade to black as the background, with the black at the bottom. 5 images of black scaled lizards are overlayed on top. On the bottom are many red x's. The red text reads 'Our scales have been black since we were 7. They'll never grow back right ever again. That's not on you, it never was, but something new has grew.' A sliver of a farm can be seen in the background, but it's mainly overtaken by darkness in the middle of the page. A human body with its muscles shown is front and center. It is holding a thread cutter in its left hand and there is a PNG of a black x on its right abdomen. There is a 'boom' graphic on the left of its head and a color rainbow coming out of the right. The red text reads 'just a small cut, Thread cutters danced around. It wasn't your fault, I made the choice. By that point no one cared. The slice shattered us into pieces.' A cropped screenshot of Zoh Shia where you can only see its head and shoulder is the background, and there are scattered red x's all over the page. The text reads 'Make me paranoid, make me scared. Send people to get us, send people to hate us. Stew in your hatred, stew in your hatred. I can't hate people like that, I can't put people's lives in danger, I can't tell strangers to bully them, I won't tell them that I can't help them because they're too much. Thank god you left. Thank god.' A statue of an angel with a white background. Overlayed in the top left is a small Fatalis, on the top right is a graphic that says 'friends', on the bottom is lots of hearts, and on the middle right is an image of people holding hands against a sunset and a pikmin. The black text reads 'I'm not a martyr. We've hurt people and apologized, we've been really stupid, that's highschool. But I'm here now, with my brother, and my friend, and my maybe more than friend, and... We're better, time moves, we change ... Once you seperate from someone, you only have a snapshot. A distant memory, a concept, of their person. Stuck in time. I hope they're better, I hope they're full of love. I don't really hate those people, but, more than that, I really love my system. We'll never stop making art! We'll never die! in the end I really hope, we will be left alone, forever. You can't undo the shitty past, and no one will ever forget ... But that's okay. Now go away.'