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// Apathy 
// Story: Self-Fulfilling Prophecy 
// by daOtterGuy 
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[Conversation recorded by one of Apollo’s cherubs during a private meeting with the Fates]



Catastrophe, a cure for apathetic boredom.


To administer, you will need to indulge in your darker aspects.


A plan most cunning needed to enact.



And what aspect is this? A bad mane day? You crones do have a tendency to over-exaggerate.



A plague most deadly.


The kind that brings out the worst in others.


Enough to spread unending turmoil throughout the world.



An interesting idea, however, a plague, from experience, is only good for a few years of entertainment before it becomes stale. Only so many whining people I can take before it becomes tiresome.



The plague you will spread will be special.


A threat to corrupt would-be champions into your personal clowns.


Heroes to Monsters, a new fate most foul.



Well, that is certainly more interesting than a bad mane day. Alright. What will I need?



Arrows of wasting, a disease to sap strength.


Locations we shall give, the places to spread.


A chosen you will need to choose, a lynchpin to keep this twisted weave together.



Nothing I can't manage. Is that all?



Corruption requires agents.


Willing, and unknowing in equal measure.


Allies sympathetic to your boredom.



And who might these Allies be? Surely you would not expect me to find them myself? Far too many options.



Fire to embolden Courage, Sleep to delude Healing.


Death to show Hope another way, Tragedy to make Beauty shine.


Victory to show Strength what matters, and finally the Sun to reveal the depravity of Magic.



Oh? An active participant as well as a coordinator. How novel. I like this plan. It should provide a decent break from my mundanity. We thank you, Fates. You always know the best way to entertain me.



Anytime, Sun.


You always bring us something interesting.


A welcome wrinkle in our weaves.



And we are thankful that you indulge us so. Now, I shall take my leave. I have heroes to corrupt and a lynchpin to find… or perhaps already found? That unicorn… he could be an interesting proposition. Well, not something to bother you all with. Tata!



[Transcribed by Archivist of the Black Sun Lune Dancer after raid on the Temple of Apollo in Pearl. Stored in the private estate of the Blueblood family in Baltimare.]