There is a world...
Connected to countless others...
A world ruled by two near-omnipotent beings resembling giant hands...
Where the greatest of fighters are brought together to pit their skills against each other in an massive tournament ...
Where defeat reduces fighters to trophies, mere shells of their true selves, a state only reversible through the mercy of other fighters...
A world with its own strange but strict set of rules which all who enter must abide by, or suffer the consequences.
But...
An unspeakable power has emerged, with its eyes set on this strange world...
It will stop at nothing to conquer this world, and all worlds connected to it...
And to crush anyone or anything that stands in its way...
Now, the assembled fighters must band together to defeat this unspeakable menace, before this World of Trophies...and all worlds connected to it... falls under the control...
...of the Subspace Emissary.
"Give it up, already!" the portly penguin king yelled as he watched a small, masked warrior trying to fend off his army of Waddle Dees. "Even you can't keep this up forever!"
A short time before, the king and his Waddle Dee army had launched an attack on the knight's prized ship, hoping to claim it for some nefarious scheme. The knight had tried to defend it, but though the army wasn't very strong, their sheer numbers were slowly starting to wear him down. Now he was exhausted, and knew he could not continue fighting much longer. Unfortunately, there were still many more fresh Waddle Dees ready to fight.
Despite the odds, though, there was no way he would ever give up his ship, especially to this particular being.
"Never!" the knight exclaimed defiantly, "I will defend my ship with my last breath if need be!"
The king smirked, disappointed, but not at all surprised. "Well, that sounds a tad extreme, I gotta say. But if you insist..."
At this he gave a signal to his army, which started to advance on the exhausted knight, who prepared to fight for as long as possible...
before the army suddenly stopped and started staring at something in shock. The knight and king both turned to look as well, and were stunned by what they both saw.
Unless their eyes were deceiving them, it the ship was flying straight towards a huge shadowy ball of...something that seemed to appear suddenly in the sky. That in itself was strange even for all those on the ship - and they'd seen some strange things before - but there was seemed to be something more to it than that. Whatever it was, it seemed to radiate a sort of shadowy, dark, even unnatural aura, as if it housed some unspeakable power never meant to see the light of day.
"Before you get any ideas," the king began, "I don't know anything about this. Whatever it is. To be honest, I'm not really sure I want to know."
The knight didn't bother replying, too busy staring at the sphere that was slowly approaching. They were by now too close to try and avoid, close enough for him to see smaller spheres within - or maybe comprising - the larger one, and the aforementioned unnatural dark aura was becoming overwhelming.
No one on the ship knew what they were flying towards - or possibly into, but the thoughts of all of them were encompassed perfectly by the knight's last thought before the ship entered the sphere.
This cannot be good...
Ummm...hi.
This is my first story here...yeah, not exactly the most original idea the site's ever seen, but I'm hoping this will turn out decent. Plus, it's a good starting point for a little project I've had in my mind for years that I hope I'll actually finish.
Anyway, please read and review, constructive criticism is welcome, flames are not.