You level your blade at his throat. A bead of sweat trickles down his face, and he laughs nervously.
"Listen," you say. "I have no idea why I've been alive the past 3,600 years, but this nonsense you're telling me is just sheer bollocks."
He laughs. "I know."
"Do you know why there can be only one?"
"No," you say.
"In a thousand or so years, the world is destined to end. Every immortal warrior that has not yet cleared this planet will die. The last warrior that is alive will be taken to eternal paradise on the planet of Brohalla."
>(A) If this is true, behead him.
>(B) Nonsense. Let him join us.
"Listen," you say. "I have no idea why I've been alive the past 3,600 years, but this nonsense you're telling me is just sheer bollocks."
He laughs. "I know."
"Do you know why there can be only one?"
"No," you say.
"In a thousand or so years, the world is destined to end. Every immortal warrior that has not yet cleared this planet will die. The last warrior that is alive will be taken to eternal paradise on the planet of Brohalla."
>(A) If this is true, behead him.
>(B) Nonsense. Let him join us.
