Hello, I go by the name of Gloomhippy, and this story is based on Paper Mario games I've played. Those of you who are fans of the series, I hope that this will make you very happy.
Our story begins…with a floating castle.
The castle floated several miles above the crashing oceans. Chains wrapped upon the stones like delicate lace, and reflected the moonlight like the darkest ivy. I, alone, stand out on the paved balcony, bathing in the light that nearly turned my dark uniform white.
I stared upon the well-lit cities in front of me, deep in thought. Within the hour, the castle would descend upon this town, and I would join his comrades in ruining the city streets. Like a plague of locusts, the army would demolish buildings, capture natives, and bring the sad civilization to it's end.
I knew this, all that I was about to do, and I opened my arms out, as though to embrace the dark. I am the sergeant. I am the commander of Boswer's army. As the troops gathered at the gates to begin their eve of destruction, packed with swords and lancets and a mass war hysteria, I, Sergeant remember what I'm fighting for. Tonight's procedure was fairly routine. Boswer's counsel and seer, Kammy, had picked up across an item known as a Destiny Spear. Powered by the same magic as the castle above the sea, the spear allowed the holder to make one wish, no matter how great or small.
The spear's hiding place, a small area near Rougeport, was easy to come across, but the army too large and the castle too high-profile to land anywhere near there without attracting powerful military attention. So rather than wait for the ship to land, the army was to perform a mass paratrooper assault on Rougeport and silence as many citizens as possible.
Almost as if on cue, the first seven soldiers jumped from the floodgates, and I let out a sharp intake of breath, and dove with an eagle-like velocity toward his target, armed only with a dagger and a powerful frame. After 12 seconds of free-fall, I pulled on the cord and let myself be carried by a sudden western wind toward the port. A lone Toad, who was working at the harbor, looked up and saw, to his horror, over one hundred falling black parachutes-a symbol of Boswer's loyal servicemen. It was only when I landed, and I looked in his pale face, that he understood the blade in his throat before it even came to him. 13 of us walked to the main square and set off a huge fire with the hanging area there, to drag out any people upstairs with smoke. A young girl came out, and then the rampage began. The entire town was wrecked. People were killed, women were raped, and almost all the houses were made to crumble to the floor. After 45 minutes, Rougeport was dead, and dust billowed in the morning air.