Act 1 - Shovel = Originality
He was a normal man, who wanted to become a hero which lives in history. A man soon to be named "Shovel Knight", as his primary weapon is a shovel. His story begins with someone in a smithery. The blacksmith pounds the heated steel with his hammer, as he notices a short, horned figure appear at the door of his shop. That is none other than Shovel Knight, but currently he isn't.
"A fine location for the purchase of weapons!" Shovel Knight proclaims to himself. "Blacksmith! Art thou blessed in thine arts?"
"What?" The Blacksmith replied, in a confused tone.
"Surely I bear truth, do I not? It was as Hermes himself informed me of these renowned bargains! Such prices I have never seen with my pupils!"
The blacksmith was utterly dumbfounded.
"You… want to buy weapons?"
"Precisely! There hasn't been one not to withhold their lack of cognitive speech, it's as if their minds be like stones to their steel minds!"
"Alright, how much ya got?"
"Ah, such is expected with this money-driven age we live in! Thou must mistake the common man for a beggar these days! For man have not stuck to their common sense, it's as if they're possessed by a rotten spell!"
The Blacksmith became annoyed at this point.
"Alright, just… stop talking. I'll show you some of my stuff."
The Blacksmith walks across the room, and lifts an ordinary iron sword. He hands it to Shovel Knight, who collapses as soon as the Blacksmith lets go.
"The weight of this sword outmatches the vigor of mine spirits! I have not seen such an insult to my being! Oh, how the devil may curse this sword-"
"Alright, I get it. It's heavy."
The Blacksmith lifts the sword off Shovel Knight's armor, and sets it back on the shelf across the room.
"Y'know, it looks like all of my swords are too big or too heavy for you. You might as well leave."
"How dare you speak such nonsense! I shalt not rest until I clutch my rightful blade! For I, Horned Knight, will hold my sword with valor and righteousness, and vanquish my enemies!"
"Wait… Horned Knight? Because you have those pointy horns on your helmet? I'm sorry but that's a terrible name."
The Blacksmith give an exasperated sigh, and suddenly got an idea. He opened a large wooden crate, full of experimental weapons he has yet to release.
"Hold on, I do have this other weapon that's small enough for you."
He digs further into the crate, and pulls out a blue, mythril shovel. He presents it to Shovel Knight. Shovel Knight stares at the shovel with amazement. He slowly grasps it, then strikes it towards the sky, shouting louder than ever.
"I, Hor- Shovel Knight, shall wield this spade with valor and righteousness, and vanquish my enemies! This I will uphold with all my will!"
He runs off with the shovel. The Blacksmith tries to chase him, shaking his fist.
"Hey, you didn't pay for that!"