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Mario Mario: the sixth son of satan and the devil's spaghetti
Chapter 1: the prologue to beginnings
mario mario's life was a happy one. he was not an inordinary man, in as much as most people born without mushroom heads were destined to some level of relative extraordinarity. a princess saved here and there, a violent battle against an emotionally challenged turtle, all of htis was really so common for him that they barely even occupied hsi thoughts as he sat down at his table at the end of a hard day's adventuring to eat some of that sweet sweet spaghetti.
but one day, everything changed.
it was not an inordianry day when waluigi had come running up to mario's door looking like a puffed up piece of shit who had been running for miles, which was not an inaccurate appearance for him or even at all unusual given that he had in fact been running for miles. mario treated the skinny, lasangna thin man with an air of educated incompetence, he was, after all, a violent enemy and it was vital that all precautions should be taken when dealing of a man of his caliber. mario had it all figured out
until waluigi told him the big news
"mario, luigi has been kidnapped!"