Comic books and a glue gun? That’s a laugh. I’ve survived with a broken arrow, a splint, and a fist, not a paper fortress. If you want a shelter that won’t collapse under a storm, grab some timber, bark, maybe a tarp. A glue‑gun paper dome’s a good story for campfire, not a lifeline.

That’s a laugh, but I’ll bite. A few wood strips, some bark, a cardboard base—if you’re going to build anything, make it solid. The glow‑in‑the‑dark dragon’s a joke; the wind won’t care. Keep it tight, keep it simple, and maybe the only thing it’ll scare is your own pride. If it holds, great; if it falls, you’ll get a story and a lesson.