Still, I think we can work with this.
Instead of a Nice Guy Place where everyone has flowing hippie hair, what if we spun this as Dirtbag Krynn, a land where trailerpark denizens do battle against other inbred jerkwads over the fate of a meth-faced planet?
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As long as we’re being honest, we can admit that Tanis is lame as hell. His love-triangle plot is lame, his mixed-heritage outsider plot played out with a minimum of real drama, and he looks like he belongs in Fleetwood Mac. What if Tanis were more like this Red-Headed Stranger?:
How much cooler would Tanis be if he was a weed-smokin’ country outlaw? So much cooler. I’m pretty sure Shotgun Willie would have no qualms about bedding both Laurana and Kitiara; hell, he’d probably maneuver them into a three-way.
Kender are a problem. They're kleptomaniacs and somehow also annoyingly cutesy-poo. In keeping with the aesthetics of Dirtbag Dragonlance, they become a new race: Meth Heads. Think about it, they’d still steal shit and act all jittery-spazzy.
Want to see what they serve at the Inn of the Last Home?
Dragons are, of course, a big part of Dragonlance. But in Dirtbag Krynn "dragon" is just what they call one of these:
Yeah, they come in different colors and shoot all sorts of killing-you-loudly stuff out the front. Done deal.
Dragonlances? Another nickname. For hyper-powered shotguns:
The Towers of High Sorcery? More like the Towers of Skynyrd, AC/DC, and ZZ Top. The Test of High Sorcery involves chugging Tussin and confronting the demons of rock, maaaaaaaaaaaan.
Draconians? Nah, nah, son. Juggalos: