A lanky man clad in purple walked down the street, splattered by rain. In his left hand he held a piece of paper, which was slowly deteriorating from the precipitation. In his right lay a tennis racket, hitting against the ground occasionally. His head was down, covered in shadow by his cap. A woman passed by him, bumping into him as she walked by. This caused the man to stumble, nearly releasing his grasp upon the paper. He turned down the street, turning once more towards a house. The house was complementary to him, having a sad atmosphere to it. With the lawn having been cut a month ago, the house itself only having one floor and being in poor condition, it was a fairly sore sight. Even more so when compared to the houses that were near it, which were far greater in size and tidiness. The man walked up to the house upon a cracked stone path. He pulled out a set of keys from a pocket in his overall. Going down the set, he ran through 7 keys before finding the right one. Placing the keychain back in his pocket, he entered through the door. His footsteps echoed throughout the empty house, the door creaking as he closed it. The racket was dropped, creating reverberations throughout the house. He placed his cap on the table, leaving both yellow Γ to rest. His hair was revealed by this which matched the cleaner design of his outfit, but greatly contrasted with the house. He sat down at the same table where he had placed his cap, bringing the paper to his eyes. The ink had bled, and the paper was soggy; both from the water. The message was still clear, even with all the saturation. Waluigi, you will be an assist trophy for most promotional work. I promise you that you will be a fighter this time. In fact, you will even demonstrate the ability to KO some assist trophies. You will be a fighter Waluigi. The paper had no sender written upon it, but there was something else that was known that wasn't written. The words told a tale, but the arrangement said otherwise. He crumpled the paper in his hand, balling it into a fist before releasing the paper and his muscles. There was a moment of complete silence before he uttered a single phrase, "WAH!"