Disclaimer: "Mr. Myamoto Would you sell me all your Nintendo stuff for a dollar?"
"…No." "You've obviously never heard of 10-10-4-40 where you can get all your 20
minute pho-" "Go away kid… You bother me"
?
Here it was again. It now seemed more like normal life to this poor plumber then
his once easy existence in New York. That damn kid wanted to play with his toys again,
and that meant pain, suffering, and usually death, in fact, always death. It didn't matter
that you were brought back to life every time with the weakness and numbing pain from
battle completely gone. You still died, died as many times as that little shit wanted to let
you. Within the first week Mario no longer wanted to reappear on that shinny platform in
the sky. He no longer took any semblance of pride in his victories. Sure the spectators
thought he did, he always struck a fancy pose after he defeated… no murdered his former
friends and enemies like they were all so many little monsters threatening the
continuation of life itself. He had been forced into the life of a passionless killer who
preformed for the entertainment of others. They even showed him doing it on their
"entertainment systems" all the while thinking he was some program in their "Game
cubes." Thinking that they were in fact the ones who were doing the killing. They called
it entertainment… Mario called it Hell.
Mario felt the urge to display his murderous skills invading his mind once again.
The unavoidable command to kill whatever was placed before him returned. This time
that seemingly bitter enemy was a shock to Mario. He had killed his brother countless
times… In fact those battles were actually kinda fun… in a very sadistic way. He had
also ended the life of his closest friend and ally Yoshi, who had fought beside him in all
their terrible battles before this abyss. He had fought hard with Yoshi, constantly trying to
break the compulsion to send this friendly dinosaur into oblivion and simply reach out to
once again hug his great friend… That first time Yoshi wasn't under this spell and was
ultimately confused as to why his mighty comrade was trying to end his life with the fury
of any demon they together had faced. Eventually after multiple injuries the great reptile
finally mustered the nerve to fight back. "This can't be him. It must be an imposter" he
finally concluded and unleashed his first vicious attack just before being grabbed and
thrown into a wall… an explosive wall… the next thing he knew was the complete
blackness of death and defeat.
That first battle had sent Mario into the state of despair that he had yet to recover
from… probably never would. But this, this was too much. To fight the one he truly
loved, the one he had risked his life to save so often. No! They can't do this to him!
Everything sacred in this world was already destroyed but this one thing, his Peach. The
blood lust in his mind suddenly sky rocketed, 'You will kill this one too' it seemed to
say. "Never! There isn't a powerful enough force in this universe to make me do that, not
even in this God forsaken, hell hole." "Then why are you shooting fire at her?"
Mario was almost as surprised to hear the voice as he was to find that it told the
truth. He had just used the same attack that he had on so many evils in this world on the
love of his life. As Mario stared at what he had done to his love he noticed that the fire
seemed to move from the spot on her dress where he hit her straight into her eyes. That
attack had somehow created a nearly magical fury within the princess of the Mushroom
Kingdom and Mario was sure that red glow was exactly what Yoshi had seen in his eyes
at the start of their battle.
"If you do not fight her now she will kill you anyway… Even worse, She will
hate how pathetic you will look as she does it. She will hate you." Again that unmerciful
voice rang through his mind. And most of his mind believed exactly what had been
said… Every part in fact, except the one that would let him avoid that vicious slap
coming at his head. POW! He was knocked face first into the ground, directly within the
folds of the Princesses dress… which seemed to have weights or something sewn into the
hem. The princess used this newly discovered weapon by twirling in a horrific cyclone
that pummeled poor Mario's body continually with enough force to break every bone he
had. With that the terrifying woman picked the fat plumber off the ground and with
another tremendous slap sent Mario into that black oblivion he so craved. All he could
think while flying at that hideous wall was "I'm sorry I passed this to you… I'm so
sorry." All the while hearing the cackling voice of that demented child in his head ringing
out with the only epitaph one received here "You lose."
"…No." "You've obviously never heard of 10-10-4-40 where you can get all your 20
minute pho-" "Go away kid… You bother me"
?
Here it was again. It now seemed more like normal life to this poor plumber then
his once easy existence in New York. That damn kid wanted to play with his toys again,
and that meant pain, suffering, and usually death, in fact, always death. It didn't matter
that you were brought back to life every time with the weakness and numbing pain from
battle completely gone. You still died, died as many times as that little shit wanted to let
you. Within the first week Mario no longer wanted to reappear on that shinny platform in
the sky. He no longer took any semblance of pride in his victories. Sure the spectators
thought he did, he always struck a fancy pose after he defeated… no murdered his former
friends and enemies like they were all so many little monsters threatening the
continuation of life itself. He had been forced into the life of a passionless killer who
preformed for the entertainment of others. They even showed him doing it on their
"entertainment systems" all the while thinking he was some program in their "Game
cubes." Thinking that they were in fact the ones who were doing the killing. They called
it entertainment… Mario called it Hell.
Mario felt the urge to display his murderous skills invading his mind once again.
The unavoidable command to kill whatever was placed before him returned. This time
that seemingly bitter enemy was a shock to Mario. He had killed his brother countless
times… In fact those battles were actually kinda fun… in a very sadistic way. He had
also ended the life of his closest friend and ally Yoshi, who had fought beside him in all
their terrible battles before this abyss. He had fought hard with Yoshi, constantly trying to
break the compulsion to send this friendly dinosaur into oblivion and simply reach out to
once again hug his great friend… That first time Yoshi wasn't under this spell and was
ultimately confused as to why his mighty comrade was trying to end his life with the fury
of any demon they together had faced. Eventually after multiple injuries the great reptile
finally mustered the nerve to fight back. "This can't be him. It must be an imposter" he
finally concluded and unleashed his first vicious attack just before being grabbed and
thrown into a wall… an explosive wall… the next thing he knew was the complete
blackness of death and defeat.
That first battle had sent Mario into the state of despair that he had yet to recover
from… probably never would. But this, this was too much. To fight the one he truly
loved, the one he had risked his life to save so often. No! They can't do this to him!
Everything sacred in this world was already destroyed but this one thing, his Peach. The
blood lust in his mind suddenly sky rocketed, 'You will kill this one too' it seemed to
say. "Never! There isn't a powerful enough force in this universe to make me do that, not
even in this God forsaken, hell hole." "Then why are you shooting fire at her?"
Mario was almost as surprised to hear the voice as he was to find that it told the
truth. He had just used the same attack that he had on so many evils in this world on the
love of his life. As Mario stared at what he had done to his love he noticed that the fire
seemed to move from the spot on her dress where he hit her straight into her eyes. That
attack had somehow created a nearly magical fury within the princess of the Mushroom
Kingdom and Mario was sure that red glow was exactly what Yoshi had seen in his eyes
at the start of their battle.
"If you do not fight her now she will kill you anyway… Even worse, She will
hate how pathetic you will look as she does it. She will hate you." Again that unmerciful
voice rang through his mind. And most of his mind believed exactly what had been
said… Every part in fact, except the one that would let him avoid that vicious slap
coming at his head. POW! He was knocked face first into the ground, directly within the
folds of the Princesses dress… which seemed to have weights or something sewn into the
hem. The princess used this newly discovered weapon by twirling in a horrific cyclone
that pummeled poor Mario's body continually with enough force to break every bone he
had. With that the terrifying woman picked the fat plumber off the ground and with
another tremendous slap sent Mario into that black oblivion he so craved. All he could
think while flying at that hideous wall was "I'm sorry I passed this to you… I'm so
sorry." All the while hearing the cackling voice of that demented child in his head ringing
out with the only epitaph one received here "You lose."