shitposting aroace

you wake up with nothing, in a pit of ash. your friends are above you. you've been dead for days. you have been having visions. you need to kill this guy. and you get your book back. you work with a different guy to get your power back(he's also kind of a dick). he asks you why you do magic. you panic and say "to set shit on fire". because that's what you've been doing, and also you're not baring your soul to this guy. he's a dick. he tells you you're the most powerful wizard he's ever heard of. you think about killing yourself. you've been on this planet for about 2 weeks. you would, and have, died for these people you now call your friends. the night before the final push of the counter ritual, before everyone goes to sleep, you are sitting round the fire, and they start sharing secrets they've been holding onto. you ask if they want to hear yours. they ask if you want to tell. you ask if they want to hear. (somewhere else, farther away than you can possibly comprehend, the same number of people sit around a kitchen table and one says, "we should probably move on, if we want time to do the battle this session". everyone else agrees. one of them still wonders if they wanted to hear). you do not sleep that night. it is the first time you have rested in years. you think you hear your dead girlfriend talking to you. she's being a little mean. the final, cumulative battle does not matter. it happens. no one dies, except the guy. you didn't kill him. it's fine. you were busy supporting the counter-ritual. whatever. you don’t care. no one else died and that's whats important. not revenge or anything. you can finally do what you were trying to do this whole time, which you kind of forgot about, which was get the king's key to unlock a door in the mountain that leads somewhere far away. everyone's in decent spirits, but it's a long walk. when you get there, there's some sort of cult doing some sort of ritual. it's on one of your friend's adopted daughter. he rushes in to save her. you are right on his heels. as soon as he crosses the threshold it completes the ritual. they have put a god into her physical form and she is going to destroy the planet. it is going to cause untold death and destruction. it is apocalyptic. you feel you have time to do one thing. 6 seconds, if you had to put a timer on it. one action, you could say, if you were feeling whimsical. you open the book. you read out one of the spells. you know immediately that you have made it worse. a wizard steps out of thin air, and thanks you for releasing him. he is setting off your "this guy is a creep" alarms. he makes cryptic small talk with you and tries to teleport away without actually saying anything. you counterspell it, more on impulse than actually caring what he has to say. he wants to take your book. he asks if he can leave this time, like a dick. you'll deign to let him. you don't want to find out what will happen if he stays. you're also out of spell slots. you have probably doomed the world and everyone thinks you did it on impulse. it’s the thing you have thought the most about since you can remember. for some reason that's where the story ends. (somewhere else, so far away, six kids leave for university, and one says, "we're probably never gonna finish this, so i'm gonna tell you guys roughly what i had planned, lol...")