I remember when everyone was afraid…afraid that Tabuu was going to destroy the world. He came pretty damn close, but we stopped him. How ironic that years later the world we fought so hard to protect, would be destroyed by some of the very warriors that defended it. And the reason? A very stupid one…power. Just a sheer lust for power. It culminated into a battle that many refer to as the "Final Smash" for the world. It was a battle I saw with my own two eyes. As far as I know I'm the only person alive to have witnessed the battle that destroyed life as we knew it, and the events that led up to it. I guess I'll write it down so that it can be recorded in history. So where do I begin?
I guess I'll begin with the origin of the key factor, the smash ball. It was introduced in the 3rd Smash tournament, the one I was in. It was originally just a gimmick item the Master Hand created to give fighters a spectacular "finishing move" that would make crowds go wild. I wasn't in the 4th tournament but I had learned that they changed the smash ball. When someone was in possession of one, their power increased. They became better, faster and stronger, like something from those Japanese animes. But that power…was too much. A lot of the fighters got a rush out of it like it was a drug. It seemed that the fighters that were "pure of heart" were not corrupted by the smash balls' powers. But the others, even some that were considered to be "heroes" would fall victim to it. Those fighters started acting different, some were acting violent. I feared that if something wasn't done about this there would be dire consequences. I talked to the man…or hand…in charge. I pleaded with Master Hand that the Smash balls were trouble, but he told me I was just being paranoid. Yeah he was right. I was being paranoid. But being paranoid doesn't mean that you're wrong. He figured that out shortly after, and in the worse way possible. News of fighters raiding factories that produced Smash balls began to surface only a few days later. The fighters not suffering megalomania all left the roster, fearing the worst. Very smart move on their part. During this time I had secluded myself in the mountains, and was able to see all of Smashville from my binoculars. And that's where I would get a front row seat to the "Final Smash". Several of the fighters, powered by smash balls and ego, showed up in front of the arena in a standoff. The wanted to prove who the most powerful fighter was, and they wanted to defeat Master Hand to prove it. There was Mario, Bowser, Bowser's kids, Toon Link, Ganondorf, Little Mac, Samus, Donkey Kong, Wario, Mega Man, Shulk, Falco, Dedede, Meta Knight, Sonic, and others I can't remember, all circled to face each other. Bowser turned into Giga Bowser and Ganondorf turned in Ganon, his true form. The others were just as strong as the two monsters though, as the balls' powers let them unleash ultimate attacks. There was no consideration for their surroundings, as they leveled cities and killed innocent people from collateral damage. Master Hand finally showed himself, and I watch as he transformed into a being unlike any other. All I can describe it as was black matter that could change forms at will. I call it the Master Core. He started as a giant, than he turned into a monstrous dog, then about 5 swords, and then shape shifted into dark matter versions of the other fighters. He killed many during the fight, but it seemed he felt like he wasn't going to win. The black matter went away and from it emerged a sphere that looked so similar to a Smash ball. The sphere floated in the air, flashed a few times and finally exploded with the power of a nuke. The force of it threw me against a boulder, and I hit my head against it. I lost consciousness afterwards. Don't know how long I was out, but when I woke up I got my first look at what is now known as the Smash Wasteland. Some places were affected by the battle less than others, but overall everything was a shithole.
That was 7 years ago. And those seven years I have traveled these wastelands. Some survivors have made settlements from the ashes of destroyed cities, hoping things will go back to the way they use to be. You've got people who are barely getting by, and you've got the raiders and the bandits. They're the scum of the lawless wastelands, killing people for supplies or just for the hell of it. I've killed everyone that ever tried to fuck with me. As for me…I'm just a man looking to survive. I'm no bandit, but I'm no Samaritan. The only thing I care about is staying alive, and in order to do that you got to be strong and well equipped. The wastes is a place where only the strong prosper, and if you're not strong…then you're probably dead. I certainly hope that any of the fighters that weren't involved in the battle lived and learned that. I've haven't ever come across any of them during my travels…
Well I guess that's all I can say. Oh looks like I forgot to mention who I am. I personally don't think a name means much anymore but what the hell. My name is Solid Snake, and I'm a wasteland survivor.