He had to do something, and he had to do it quick. No one listened to him, no one what so ever. He kept trying to warn them of the doom that would soon beseech them, of their upcoming non-existence. But it was like they didn't care. Didn't want to care. He felt the impending horror, the pain and misery they were soon to face. He was a hero of doom, he felt it coming. And so it was up to him to stop it.

He breathed in deeply, preparing to use every last ounce of power and energy he had left to hopefully stop the oncoming on slaughter of his friends. Breathing out, he relished in the feel of it, the calming effect of taking a slow, gentle breathe. Turning to his side he saw Kurloz, the damn juggalo who set this up to happen, who purposely lead his friends in the wrong direction. Mituna tried his best to tell his friends they were on the wrong path, that Kurloz was leading them to their deaths, but no one believed him, no one listened.

Mituna in the few seconds he had left came to a realization as to why Kurloz lead them to their doom. Why Kurloz befriend him and became his morail. Because Kurloz knew that Mituna had the power to take him down. The power to stop him with a mere thought. Kurloz also needed to know how to take his power away. And the current situation Mituna was in, was one that could definitely take it away.

Kurloz caught his gaze and gave him a condescending smile, as if urging him to use his powers to stop the deaths of everyone. Mituna snarled back, but forced himself to let go of the urge to jump and kill Kurloz where he stood, he had a mission to complete, he had to save his friends. He had no idea what such a strong burst of energy would do to him besides take away his powers -he was fine with that as long as his friends made it out okay, but what else would it do? This would be a stronger burst then he has ever let out.

Mituna thought back to the time when he killed several hundred monsters at once that were ganging up on Latula, and he let such a strong blast out in desperation to save her, he apparently went unconscious for weeks -and couldn't remember much for a time after. This only made him fear more what would happen to him if he saved his friends. But of course he had to save his friends. He couldn't choose himself. He couldn't let Latula die at his selfishness.

As he began concentrating all his power into the strongest -and last- burst he would ever do, he felt a ghost of a tear run down his face, because when he looked at his friends, they weren't horrified, they weren't scared, because Kurloz was distracting them, talking to them, making them laugh.

More tears fell when he realized the moment he stopped walking with his friends, them unaware of the psionic blast he was currently building up inside him, they were suddenly on the right path again, the feeling of doom gone. The horrific feeling of death gone. Wait. Wait. Wait wait wait wait wait wait wait. Mitula thought quickly. He remembered Kurloz's chuckelvoodoos. His power to contort and control low bloods. He looked around quickly, realizing no one was with him anymore. They left him behind. They didn't see him stop.

Fu-

And that was Mituna's last thought of sanity before it all went black and his power burst forth from him, eradicating no monsters, not saving his friends from a horrific death, only successfully destroying his sanity and the area around him. The last thing he ever remembered seeing being Kurloz's grin. The last thing he ever remembered hearing being Kurloz's raspy laughter and honking.

And since then every things been black.