Riots. There are too many of them. Soon, Sakurai will have no choice, but to sacrifice himself for the greater good… Unless, it's already too late. Master Sakurai runs his hands along the shelf, that is filled with books on the game designs, mechanics of the games and, of course, the games themselves. Donkey Kong, Fire Emblem, Metroid, Monster Hunter, Pokémon… So many beautiful creations! Some old, some new. The man stops as he reaches the final book on the shelf – The rules and mechanics of the Nintendo Games. With this game, he made one huge mistake. They don't respawn – ever.

There's a loud smash on the bottom floor, followed by the sound of several voices… Sakurai walks over to the window behind his desk and peers out of it. He hears footsteps. Closer. They're getting closer. His eyes soon find a poster, and in a big bold letters it reads:

The Nintendo Games- May the odds be ever in your favour, though I doubt they will be.

A pink haired dancer slowly awakes from her slumber, soon turning her head to see Grenny sitting beside the lake – poking something. "M-Morning, Grenny…" Olivia yawns as she says this, before her eyes suddenly come into focus at what he's poking. "I-Is that Henry?!" She exclaims, as she covers her mouth, wanting to vomit at the sight of him. "It is." The leader frog turns to face her. "Do you not remember?" He questions, tilting his head slightly. The dancer shakes her head. "You did this. You killed Henry."

Back at the manmade hut, Falcon and Ike sit, cooking some chicken. The campfire flames dance with each other, the music being the gentle sizzling sound of the meat. For added flavour, they decided to use Virions' red wine. "Ike, how many people do you think are left in this thing? I mean, we could be the last two…" The bounty hunter questions, Ike serves out the now cooked chicken, before speaking. "I have no idea how many are left, can't be many… There are no campfires to be seen. No tracks. No screams or cries-" "What if we're the last ones?"

Silence.

"I will kill myself, so then you can win." The legend says, before biting into his chicken. Delicious…

Olivia looks at her hands… Stained with blood – Henrys' blood. How could she do…that? Her cheeks become damp, from the tears that now roll down her face. I-I'm a monster… I killed him. Oh Naga, I'm so sorry… She cries harder, sobbing loudly. Morgan… Inigo… You both deserve better… I'm an unfit mother – I'm a murderer! Her eyes soon lock onto a blade on the ground. The dancers' vision may be blurred, but that is definitely hers. Her hands, uncontrollably shaking, reach for the dagger in front of her. They latch tightly onto it, and a strange calmness comes over her… "Gr-Grenny?" She slowly stands up, her eyes never leaving the weapon in her hand. "Tell my children, I love them." With this said, she shoves the dagger through her heart, her body falling to the ground, as her life leaves her body.

Sakurai stands on the roof of his house, a speakerphone in hand. He saw the dancer fall, and now only two remain! He looks down at the angry mob below him… They have set fire to his house. They want to see him burn like Ricken and Anna did… Or they want to see him fall like Marth and Shulk did. He presses the button on the speakerphone, shouting into it. "Douglas Falcon, and Legendary Hero Ike! This is Sakurai speaking! Congratulations on making it into the final two! However, we can only have one winner… Good luck! May the odds be ever in your favour, though I doubt they will be!"

Douglas drops his chicken bone. We're the final two… He expects us to kill each other?! "Douglas, it is time for me to depart." Ike speaks up, picking up his unused weapon. He looks at the shiny, silver metal and at his reflection. "It's been a pleasure, truly." The legend presses his weapon against himself, before Falcon kicks it out of his hand – just as he once did to Lucina. "Ike, you're not meant to die here. You saved my skin, now it's my turn to save yours."

This is followed by further silence, when there's suddenly a loud motor sound in the distance. "Is…Is that my Blue Falcon?!" Douglas bellows, looking in the direction of the sound. "Could it be the hype train?" Ike questions as it gets closer. "No! It's-" Falcon goes to say, when suddenly both the men are hit by a large, red, Hippie van. It's number plate reading 'J4M4L'. The two finalists are left without a pulse… There is no winner.

In the van, there is no person… Oh no, definitely no person… There in the driver's seat, lays a single lance.

Sakurai sits on the roof, accepting the fact he shall die soon… Just like all the others did. "Master Sakurai! Up here!" The man looks up, and sees an orange cat, holding out a paw from a large legendary bird. "We're here to save you!" The man takes the cats hand, and the three fly off into the distance… The creator of the characters, presses the speakerphone again, shouting once more. "Without further ado, I can say, the winner is…J4M4L The Hippie Van and Lance!"

The Nintendo Games, the odds were never in their favour – and they never will be.