Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-29661846-20170516233121

During one late evening, you hear a knock on your door. Much to your surprise, it’s a Cyclops, which can only mean one thing.

“Sorry to bother you, sir. I am seeking a mate for the night and was wondering you’re interested.” The Cyclops says as a blush spreads across her face. “In return for a night, I will make you the finest blade this town has ever seen.”

You decide to spend the night with her, not exactly a hard decision, a night of passion and a wonderful sword are just what you needed for a hard day’s work being a knight’s squire. Perhaps with that blade you might now become a knight yourself.

The next day, you awoke to find the Cyclops gone, the sword laying where she lied next to you in bed, and a small thank you note. You assume things will go back to normal.

A few weeks later, at roughly the same time, the Cyclops comes to you again. She seems rather flustered.

“Forgive me, but may I spend another night with you?” The Cyclops says with a blush, “Not that I doubt your potency of course! Perhaps it just wasn’t my time.”

You decide to help her out again, this time she promises you a magnificent shield to go with your equally magnificent blade that has captured the awe of your fellow townsfolk. Just like before, you awake to find her gone and a magnificent shield by your bed with a thank you note, this time claiming she won’t bother you again.

It’s been almost a year now, with the Cyclops returning every few weeks to complete the same ritual, growing more and more frustrated and depressed. You have since become a knight not only due to your training and skill, but also thanks to her parting gifts. Your room is now more or less an armory with swords, shields, spears, and other fantastical weapons crafted by her.

It was initially like clockwork, the same three knocks at the same time of the evening, after the same amount of weeks have passed. This time however, things were very different. She walks into your room, wheeling in a magnificent suit of armor, though your joy is cut short as you see tears streaming down her face.

“Forgive me, I have troubled you for nearly a year now.” She says holding back sobs, “Yet I now know it was all for naught, a quick checkup has confirmed that I am barren, unable to bear offspring to make you proud. I offer you my final gift, a suit of armor that nothing will penetrate. I do not want a night in return for this, there is no point, this will be truly be the last you’ll see of me.”

She tries to turn and leave, but simply collapses to the floor, sobbing. WWYD?  