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            Warning: …it is a sad fact that I have to "warn" people who are sensitive to a different kind of love that they are not used to or is unknown to them. For those who are just ignorant, this story will be shounen-ai, yaoi, slash – whatever you prefer to call it. Flame all you want, it won't change a thing. If you must flame, try pin-pointing a part of the writing and not the context in itself as I'm the author and I control that. If it is not to your liking, don't bother yourself with insults. If you like, reviews are welcome. Very welcome.

 

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Prologue

It was a deadly battle, springing forth into the twisted, humourless, fate of death. A free for all. A melee. A violent event where one could banish their opponent into the void of oblivion and triumph, victorious, only to ensue in another war and repeat the embodiment of the survival of the fittest.

And everyone enjoyed it.

        The Super Smash Brothers assembled an elite group of supreme fighters to duke each other out for the ultimate champion.

Mario; the short, round, Brooklyn plumber with an Italian accent and the genius behind the tournament was a fighter and instead of running the place, was the first to sign up in the competition to be in the midst of the heat. After 11 more entrants they thought it was enough and closed space for any more fighters. It was a varied bunch of humans, exotic animals, strange creatures, a bounty hunter and an elf.  And so, Super Smash Brothers was born.

And while game reached fevered pitches of excitement and adrenaline, it was slowly dying and everyone knew, sadly, that nothing could last forever. But the world had never known anything like the Super Smash Brothers. A moment of unrivalled equality between two or more players, facing each other in a favourite match to express each one's prowess and skill they possessed in their time of legend.

So a resolution had formed, an epiphany made. The gates were open once again for thirteen more players and the Super Smash Brothers was remodelled. The rules were changed, new arenas built, further options installed and the stakes grew higher. Everyone was a fighter and not even the most evil villain was turned down or the daintiest princess scoffed. Out of the ashes emerged Super Smash Brothers: Melee. It was a duelling addiction. It became a way of life.