Death once thrived here, on this once dangerous battlefield. But now it had moved along with the rest of the war. But the bodies of the fallen warriors still laid there waiting to go back to the mother that once brought them life.
What a waist. So much bloodshed just to prove that one side was right and the other was wrong. It was a cycle that cannot be stopped no matter how much we want it to stop. But that doesn't we can't try to postpone it for as long as possible.
That was this man's personal mission from the day he joined SSBB. But now he lay with the others who had perished in battle. Claimed by death and awaiting for the peace he so clearly deserves.
But the thoughts of his previous life became to stir into his thoughts. His comrades have been captured by a brutal enemy. But he cared for only one more than he others. One who had awoken his once black heart to a vibrant and caring one.
"I'm probably going to regret this" he thought "But I'm probably going to hell, so what the hell".
And with that he awoke from deaths embrace on the now peaceful battlefield. He was tired, wounded , and cold but they were all minor inconveniences on his journey. He ripped of the mask that had once been his face and said "It's Show Time!"