Your hand burns with a radiant light and the baseball bat “Gravity’s Shackles” materializes in your hand.

 

 

 

Fear flashes across Quo’s face, but you strike the orb faster than he can react.

 

 

The mere act of swinging the bat took every last bit of your physical strength. You fall to your knees and try to catch your breath, but something is wrong…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Nocturne Genesis...it’s broken! You conjured primordial magic...but how!? It took me eons of harvesting dreams to make it strong enough...and you ruined it. You ruined it...ALL.”

 

“IT WAS MINE. MINE. MIIIINE!!! YOU USELESS FOOL!!!!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

“LITTLE BY LITTLE I WILL TORTURE EVERYTHING YOU EVER CARED ABOUT. THEN I WILL DRAW AND QUARTER THEM ACROSS THE BLACK EXPANSE FOR ALL ETERNITY. YOU WILL WATCH IT ALL. I WILL MAKE SURE YOU ENDLESSLY DIE AND BE REBORN UNTIL I MAKE A NEW ORB, THEN YOU WILL WITNESS THE END OF YOUR WORTHLESS WORLD OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER!!!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A bolt of pitch black energy fires from Quo’s hand and strikes you!

As you struggle not to lose consciousness, a familiar voice speaks from your heart. “Argumentum ad hominem...the power to deflect anything the opposition says back at them...” The power of “Gravity’s Shackles” reaches a new level and you no longer need to attack a person’s character in order to win an argument!

 

 

 

 

You deflect Quo’s enmity back at him!

You have dealt a tremendous blow to him! The clock starts to spin backwards...

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Nothing can truly affect the id...except for one thing. You cannot have that power, it’s not meant for you!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Quo calls forth a large hand of darkness and starts to crush you!

Another voice calls out to you in the smothering darkness. "Argumentum ad ignorantiam...what is true must be proven false, and vice-versa…” Your baseball bat heats up with immense intensity. You no longer need to disprove a claim in order to win an argument!

 

 

 

 

The flames of your resolve burns Quo!

You have dealt a cataclysmic blow to him! The clock spins back even further. “Y-you have….sacred death magic. It’s the only magic powerful enough to seal the id away. A creature like you cannot be allowed to live!!!” Above Quo, a meteor of pure darkness is ready to fall on you. Quo means to destroy you and the platform at all costs.
Once again, a voice from the past echoes inside of you. “Argumentum ad baculum...when all else fails, let your fists do the talking...” Ripples of cosmic energy fill “Gravity’s Shackles”. You no longer need to punch someone to win an argument! (not that you should anyways…)

 

 

 

 

One swing of your bat shatters the meteor into millions of pieces that fall onto Quo!

You have dealt a super-massive blow to Quo! The clock is dwindling down. “He protects you…Vohu Manah, the Good Purpose. He has no right meddling in my affairs! Don’t you understand that he’s using you to seal me away? His power, the sacred death magic is meant to sacrifice the user’s life for a brief taste of divine power. You are nothing more than a martyr to him! If you keep using that weapon, you WILL die! Please, we can fix this. I will grant you eternal life if you lower your weapon...please, this isn't worth losing your life…”

 

Quo is offering you a chance to reconsider your choice.

 

 

 

What will you do?

You start coughing up blood. It takes every ounce of willpower not to pass out from the pain. The urge to sleep is intoxicating...

 

 

 

“Why...why do you keep fighting? Why are you throwing your life away for people that don’t care about you? They despise, reject and humiliate you, but you still value their lives? They will never know or care about what you have done for them! What could you possibly have to gain from altruism?

 

What...are YOU?”

 

 

 

Quo uses the last of his strength in a desperate attempt to attack you, but radiant breeze of energy emanates from your bat and repels him.

Quo is completely paralyzed!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your baseball bat shines brighter than the sun. It seems like your very life now resides within it.

 

 

There’s only one thing left to do.

 

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