Darkness filled a long abandoned studio as a rusted door was trying to be forced open. "God dammit..." muttered a voice from the other side, "Darkine, give me a hand here?" "This is what you get for trying to be cute."

Instantly, the door was kicked open to reveal a girl, around eighteen... And a kikwi wearing a red bandanna. Pouting, the kikwi replied, "Hey, I'm trying to set the mood here. This is a ZELDA thing, so why not be a ZELDA race?" Rolling her eyes, the teen decided to not question the choice. "You do know the Critics and Eliminators will be after us, MetaGiga..."

The kikwi, known as MetaGiga, gave her a smug look. "Notice anything... Different? Well, other then my cuteness?" Meta asked. The teen, Darkine, thought hard, then realized what was different. Looking at the format of the story with her glowing yellow eyes, she was astonished. "You haven't been using script format."

"Yep."

"We still have a problem, though."

"What's that?" Meta asked, cocking her head to the side. Darkine looked down to her creator, a serious look on her face. "How the hell are we going to to a Truth or Dare Torture if we can't have people send in dares via review? They'll get on us for that. They always look for a way," she said sternly. The kikwi sighed, "We'll just have the readers send in their stuff in PMs! That way, no reviews will be in the story to give them a reason to say 'Hey, you've allowed reviewers to participate. Reported. You don't know how to write,' to me."

"... That still violates a rule."

"Nope. A while ago, a really nice person said it was a loophole around it!" MetaGiga replied happily. Darkine gave her a surprised look, then shugged, "Your funeral, I guess."

Rolling her eyes (or what seemed like it), a dark ball of energy formed in MetaGiga's little kikwi hands. Blasting it on the ceiling, it grew bigger and bigger... Until almost all of the Zelda cast from every game came crashing down on top of Darkine. "ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" Darkine snapped under the Happy Mask Salesman's pack of masks. Meta simply shrugged, giggling, "It's tradition. You understand that, right?"

As soon as the full Zelda cast got up, they took a good look at their surroundings. Twilight Princess Link was the first one to talk (We'll call him TP... Hehehe, TP), "Where in Hyrule are we..?"

"It is an 85% probability that we are not in Skyloft anymore... Masters," Fi responded.

"... Who're you?"

"WHY ARE THOSE KIDS SO CARTOON-Y?!"

"Hey! Calm down, already!"

"Navi, don't you see that I'm looking at EIGHT DIFFERENT VERSIONS OF MYSELF?!"

Meta was now getting very annoyed. "EVERYONE SHUT UP!" she snapped, pulling something out of her tail... Throwing it at the Links, it was revealed to be... A bomb flower. A freaking bomb flower. Upon its explosion, TP, Skyward Sword Link (SS), Wind Waker Link (WW), Majora's Mask Link (MM), Adult Ocarina of Time Link (OOT), Kid Ocarina of Time Link (OOT Jr.), and the Four Swords gang (Red, Blue, and Purple)... Holy shit, that's a lotta Links. Meanwhile, the Zeldas were deciding to introduce themselves... Er, yeah.

"Hey! I'm Zelda from Skyloft."

"I am Zelda... Formally the Twilight Princess."

"Tetra. I'm a pirate. Apparently another Zelda, but I like Tetra."

"I'm Zelda and I... can transform into a Sheikah?"

"I'm that Zelda's child self!"

"I got saved by four Links by another purple Link that wasn't Link... It was mentally scarring."

MetaGiga laughed to herself at the situation and decided to get back to the task at hand. "So, yeah. We have those Zeldas and Links, Majora, Skull Kid, Ruto, Fledge, Groose, Happy Mask Salesman (HMS), the Ganons from OOT to SS, Pipit, the creepy Bug-Dude, Calwin, Beedle, the companions, Vaati, Darunia, Saria, the Impas, the Kings, Naboruu, Kafei, Anju, Malon, Talon, anyone else I'm forgetting and... Ghirahim~..."

MetaGiga suddenly gets a lovey look on her face as she turns over to the said demon lord. In response Ghirahim looks over to her then walks away, really not wanting a kikwi to have any ideas... Unfortunately, she follows. Darkine sighed, then turned back to the readers, "So, yeah. In case you skimmed the chapter, SEND IN YOUR SETS VIA PRIVATE MESSAGE. That's all. No review. You can review for feedback about how horrible or good the whole thing is, but NO SETS TO BE SENT ON REVIEWS. Sorry, guests. We REALLY don't want this to get deleted."