Packing seventy-one (give or take) creatures of varying shapes and sizes into one small section of a stadium was no easy feat, but somehow the staff at the Super Smash Bros. tournament managed. All of the fighters had been crammed into the corner of the stands, shoved together to make room for actual paying spectators. It wasn't the most comfortable situation, but the smashers were willing to put up with it - it wasn't every day that they got to witness a Fighter Reveal.
Fighter Reveals were one in a million. Usually, it meant that the smashers were all knocked down a peg by an incredibly powerful challenger; legendary heroes or villains from faraway places.
Needless to say, the fighters were excited.
The crowd fell silent as the stadium doors slammed open, revealing an indistinguishable silhouette. The newcomer hesitated, before stepping into the light.
A tall bear, holding a banjo in his hand. He wore a yellow backpack, and a tiny, long-necked bird poked its head out of it, scanning the crowd for a reaction.
There was a pause. Complete, absolute shock.
And then that tiny, cramped corner of the stadium burst into madness.
Even those who had never met the newcomers knew of their legacy. Their short-lived but incredibly memorable adventures had lived on for years, as if waiting to be forgotten. (It seemed that they wouldn't be forgotten yet.)
But for many of the veteran fighters, the newcomers were old friends. Perhaps they'd lost touch, grown distant due to the forces of nature. Someone had made sure that they would all find each other again, like the happy family they'd once been.
So everyone cheered.
Kazooie beamed, waving his wings, basking in the delighted screams of the audience. Banjo took a moment to follow suit - he blinked, let the moment sink in. They remembered him.
Banjo grinned, striking a chord on his instrument.
"We're home!"
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Ah, Banjo-Kazooie. I love them so much. Way to win E3, Nintendo.
I'm equally hyped for Hero, so maybe I'll write something for him (them?), too. I don't know yet.