Look at the dragons in this game. Their necks are hunched over into a near-perfect question mark-shaped crook. They're too big for this game's dungeon-crawl mechanic! Who put these dragons into these narrow-ass Being John Malkovich-ass hallways? Imagine being the king of all beasts, able to soar through the skies and breathe the fires of hell itself, and you have to spend all your days lurking in the corner of a closet to guard a treasure chest that's holding a cheeseburger.