Hello. What you are about to read is a tale of epic proportions. A tale of fighters in a brotherhood of conflict and prophecy. A time where heroes rise, villains fall, and the nasty are redeemed. Welcome to the world of Smash. A place that while told many times, all having been incorrect in pretty much everything. However, before that story can be told, read this before your journey…
The warm summer breeze gave a relaxing feeling to the young man standing across the door. His eyes wandered across the doorframe as he carefully examined each chip in the paint from when he was a young boy playing outside. The door, as cold as it was, opened up to a bundle of warm smiles and hugs asking about his adventures in college. Of course, stories of academic adventure would be put off as his parents gratefully thanked him for staying at home while they were off with summer work. So as the college student having gotten his belongings upstairs, he goes to greet a young sleepy boy. This boy is Marcus. He is only ten, but has the fighting spirit of a thousand warriors, as well as the heart of a saint. His brother Nicholas, having finished his third year of college, is tending to him. The college student, having just popped in the room, pauses and then smiles "Hey hambone, did you miss me?". The boy, with a sarcastic tone and a face masking his smile quickly answered, "No….". "Well," the young adult replied "Then I guess I have no idea why I brought this along.". He then lifted up a small Mario plush, having been washed and polished from the time it was bought. Marcus, couldn't mask his face any longer, and rushed to hug his older brother. The two had a nice bonding moment, even though afterwards ended with a pillow fight and some brushing problems. The time had come again for sleep, something in which Marcus had much experience while Nicholas did not. "Alright Mark-io, I think it's time we start to turn off the light and get to sleep." said Nicholas, spawning a yawn that could potentially shake Mount Everest. Unfortunately for him, Marcus had other ideas. "Hey Nick, can you tell me a story?" Nick, caught a little off guard replied sleepily "Come on Mark-io, aren't you a little too old for bedtime stories?" "I suppose, but I don't get to see you as much, and mom and dad always tell me a new story." The sleepy student couldn't say no to that, so while giving in to those puppy dog eyes, he went to go get some coffee. The caffeine certainly jumped him for tonight and headed back into the boy's room. "So, you want a story, right? Well, I've got one, now how to start it…"