Me: Welcome one and all to the War of the Hands. I wrote this quite a while ago for another site, but said site no longer exists and this fic must be seen! So, with no further ado.
Chapter 1 the Problem
This is a difficult time in the realm of Nintendo; a new and terrible force has appeared in the worlds, the Hands, Master and Crazy.
It all began one quiet day in the bleak and baron dessert of Drydry in the Mushroom Kingdom. It was a normal day, the sun was hot, the air was dry, and there was nothing to be seen, but not for long.
Suddenly the sand in the dessert began to swish and swirl, to bubble pop out of the ground. Eventually large geysers of sand began to pop up all about. After moments of this spectacle two large holes appeared in the sand, and slowly, in unison, two large, five fingered, objects rose out of the sand. They were both pale white, and for a lack of a better word, appeared to be two gloved hands. One was very docile and barely moved as it rose out of the ground, the other, however, was twitching all about, its figures moving everywhere.
Soon the sand settled back to its ordinary state and the two hands hovered slightly above the ground in an ominous way. Eventually the calm hand began to move. It slowly hovered over to the other one and by slowly waving himself up and down tried to calm him down. (With no effect.)
Then in a way that I can not even explain the fidgety one spoke. "Brother, how is we that we awoke?" He said very quickly
"I do not know Crazy." The calm one said, turning around, looking around. (Again I can not explain.) "My only explanation is that the time has passed, it has been one thousand years."
"You mean it's over? We're finally free?" Crazy quickly asked. (He always spoke very fast)
"It appears those old fools, thought a thousand years was long enough." The brother, Master, replied.
"What's out first step? Are we to go and kill the ones who imprisoned us?" He asked excitedly.
"You fool; they don't live nearly as long as us, they're definitely all dead." He replied somewhat disappointed.
"Then what are we to do?" Crazy asked.
"Simple, we are to re-establish our empire." Master said twitching himself slightly.
"Should I summon them brother?" Crazy asked, moving more than usually.
"I think that would be best if we wish to get back what is rightfully ours."
Crazy laughed sinisterly. He began to move his fingers in a rhythmic pattern, tapping the sand quickly and without disturbing the ground a tall. Then, they rose.
Out of the ground, like the hands, came many, many purplish figures. They were simple creatures without faces, some were large, some were small, but no two were alike. Then just as they had come, came tall, human-like creatures that were made completely of purple wires.
"Xlander, Ross, Approach!" Master commanded.
One of the purple Polygons approached, it was tall and examined a large ape-like creature, and carried a giant solid purple axe. Another one of the Wire Frames approached as well. This one was very tall and resembled a very tall male human. This one held two long wire swords, (and even though they made of wirers I wouldn't want to be on the opposite end of It.) and was moving around wildly, like Crazy. They both went up to Master and Crazy, and bowed very low.
"Masters, you have awoken!" Exclaimed Xlander, the Wire Frame.
"I can't believe a thousand years went by that fast." Said Ross, the Polygon, slowly.
"Rally your troops, I don't know where we are but we need to find civilization, and begin our revolution.