I tell myself we need meat to stay strong. I stood in a tree with my bow till the chill was too much and the dark was coming on. Once the sounds of shotguns filled the forest this time of year but not since that last flurry of blasts was riddled with machine gun fire and distant explosions. No one hunts any longer. The game has grown plentiful and bold.
I stood and took my shots when they came, but took only a pheasant by dusk. It was then I saw the buck snort the wind and stand erect, ready for anything.
I drew and shot and hit but did not kill the buck who crashed away into the brush leaving only a trail of blood. It must wait until morning.
Now I can't sleep. I let my son stay up late playing his game. It's nearly finished. Without his companions, he's struck out alone in all his grotesquery to replay all the bosses until he is strong enough to fight the last great battle against the demoness who raises all the dead warriors to fight against him.
Old enemies and old friends alike are resurrected and thrown against him in great tides so he must kill friend and enemy alike to stand alone before her. She is all of stone and none of his detachable appendages can hurt her. She must be faced with raw courage alone.
To have defeated everyone only proves that battle means nothing. One must transcend to a higher state of being to encapsulate the enemy. His final aspect is that of a boy roughly the same age as himself who can only win by standing still before the wrathful state of the demoness.
My son does this finally, as all his aspects are melted down to pure energy and a bliss comes over his character and the game ends. Ascendancy?