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The final boss

by @LanturnLight

The last strike connects and Geralt´ s free at last. A sword in his hand and an armoured chest He has slain the final boss. He has finished the final quest. With the help of your hand and your knowledge and skill He was able to fight himself free. And now that the prewritten story is done He can pursue his own will and is free. And now You sit in your chair, wishing not only now To be Geralt, the man with the power To beat all the shadows of past and in present, But You live under your father Who has written already the actions you take, Who has written the words you will utter. For he is the one with experience. And he is the one who knows better. Yet You were the one leading the witcher´ shand. You are the one with the power. Pick up your weapon and armour of mind And kick him from his tower. It is long overdue that you realise. Your father is the final boss.
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Mar 1, 2021
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#witcher#adulthood#father#videogame
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