Prologue

The world of Super Smash Bros. has always been peaceful. Children played, Pokemon mingled, adventurers went on amazing journeys, and athletes played for pure fun. Money was a word unheard of in that wonderful world. The grass was lush and green, the oceans a sparkling clear blue, the sky clear besides the occasional Arwing or Wolfen. Even the deserts were beautiful, with yawning chasms, native creatures, and the delicious fruit of the cactus.

Have you ever noticed that peace never seems to last anymore?

It started with the water. That sparkling blue became a stinking, murky brown. No one had really noticed until a Squirtle washed upon the shore, dead from swimming in the polluted water. The Squirtle's trainer was devastated. The tall forests were reduced to stumps, and the entire tribe of Yoshis inhabiting it were killed, save one green adult.

After intense study by a robot, it was discovered that the disturbances were coming from the Isle of the Ancients, previously thought to have been completely obliterated during the Subspace War. Four heroes, named Ike, Wolf, Ness, and Captain Falcon journeyed to the isle to stop the evil. They succeeded, but only Captain Falcon returned from the journey.

Peace returned. Due to Pokemon, magic, and plenty of water treatment, the water was cleared, and the forests regrew. Everyone mourned the three heroes who didn't return, as well as the poor dead Squirtle, and the noble Yoshis. However, due to the efforts of the one surviving Yoshi, more survivors were found, and the tribe began anew.

Children played, Pokemon mingled, heroes journeyed, athletes competed, villains went back to their futile planning. Peace began anew, and the residents of Smash Bros. lived in paradise. Some people had questions. What was causing the problems? What was in the water? What had happened to the other three heroes? Why was Captain Falcon so withdrawn all of a sudden?

The questions remained unanswered as the new era of peace went on.

Then again, peace doesn't last very long, does it?

This world is about to find out.

A figure walked down a road, brooding. It's companion, nearby, was carrying something that was indistinguishable in the night. Behind them, a body lay spread-eagle, lying in a pool of crimson.

Oh, this world will find out, alright. The hard way.