Hey guys, James here... God, I can't believe I'm here! Sorry about lack of updates between this story started and now. Christmas, took care of a farm for a friend o' mine, had New Year's Eve and Day, had a small celebration on the 3rd. But, finally, here is a new chapter! God, this feels good.

64 ARC, CHAPTER 1

"Super Smash Brothers?" Fox asked. "What kind of name is that?"

"That is the name of the tournament that is your only chance of being remembered for millennia to come, across all realms." Master Hand said. "To be accepted into this tournament is a legacy. If you are not convince, you might want to look at our last contestant. The master of the blade, James Prodigy."

Someone walked onto the scene. He had a long fencing blade, the it was obviously more dangerous then that. It was made of solid gold, the tip sharpened to unbelievable bounds. The wielded was in a black and white attire, with a black top, white sorts (despite the freezing temperature in the room), and black boots. His face was one that one could describe, due to the fact that his face was obscured in shadows from the white cap he had. His eyes, however, shone brightly, enough to reveal them. His eyes were a spectrum of colours. But that colour that shone brightest to the viewer always differed. His eyes shone every colour, but you'll see your favourite colour more. He was silent at first, with only the sound of his boots clomping on the ground. Then he froze. After what felt like an hour of silence...

"Greetings. My name is James Prodigy. And if you wish, I will guide you around my... Let me rephrase that, our home. I have been here all my life, so I have more training than the world could ever dream. Shall we begin the tour?" Without an answer, he spun on his heel, motioned for the others to come, and walked out the door, ready to start the tour, with or without them.

James Prodigy lead the Smashers outside the mansion to start. While some were chilling, only a few, such as Samus weren't cold. If James was, he was an expert of showing it.

"This mansion right now isn't huge, but this is only the second tournament. And the first doesn't count, really. The last tournament ended so long ago, on January 14th, 1999..."

Mario spoke up. "How is today that long ago?" His voice was more mocking than curious.

"...B.C." James added.

Mario stopped smirking.

"However, when Master Hand found the mansion twenty years ago, it was a... to say it nicely, a wreck. The walls were slanted, the roofs were caved in, the floor was a dirt floor. And it wasn't a mansion. One floor, half its present size. Master Hand spent twenty years fixing the place up, and it was my home for my past 13 years. But, now we have five floors, twice the size, and more contestants, as opposed to six. Master Hand found old scrolls describing the events, and has restarted the Super Smash Brothers tournament. Shall we go in?"

Similar to the tour started, he just left, not caring if the smashers followed or not.

Inside, a small map was along the wall. James ignored it.

"To your left, you will find a route to the cafeteria. To your right, to the den. These stairs," James said, gesturing towards said stairs, "go upstairs to floors two, three, four, and five. Shall we?" I don't have to tell you what James did, I hope.

On floor two, the speech continued. "The six rooms you see here are the places where you will be bunking. Mario and Luigi, um..." James' face actually was visible in this light, showing a face not unlike your own, minus eyes. He had a look of confusion, one the Smashers wouldn't see again for a long time. "Master Hand gave me the list. Um... Mario, Luigi... Got them... God, I nervous... Okay! Link and Samus," James held back a laugh, knowing that the two eras were centuries apart, causing humorous results, "Ness and Douglas Falcon, Red with his Pikachu and Jigglypuff, alongside me, Donkey Kong and Yoshi, Kirby and Fox... Okay... Let us go the third floor, shall we?"

After almost abandoning them again, they were on the third floor.

"Here is the major recreational activity room. Here is a funny joke, computers, almost every board game that is not called Clue, much to my dismay, TV and a few other things. Pretty nice for the first real tournament." As James left, this time without a Shall We? he left the room, passing the joke: a Nintendo64, and the game Super Smash Brothers. Master Hand's guesses on the tournament.

On floor four, it was this room full of decorations, as well as a wall labeled The Snapshots. There was a table smack dab in the centre. On it were a few stiff metal trophies of the contestants, and Master Hand.

"This is what Master Hand calls, and I quote, 'a little room of memories of the battles, and celebration to come'. A little too much like a poet, if you ask me. On to floor five, shall we?"

On floor five, there was an office, locked and sealed, as well as a board labeled Challenger Select. Next to it there was a board labeled Stage Select.

"This is the battle floor. If you would like a duel, you select who you wish to fight, and where. However, Master Hand is still working on it. That office. Even I wonder what's in it. I have been for thirteen years, but Master Hand denies me access to the office. Maybe someday... Now, let us end the tour. Back to our rooms, on the second floor, shall we?"

This time, James broke tradition, and waited. Instead, Mario did what James normally did, saying something as he left the room.

"We shall." James cracked at this line.

Good... At long last, an update. And just in time for the new year!... I say four days late.

Ah... Maybe next year I'll have a New Years Eve update... Really, this year, right?