11 March 2015

Smash Mansion

Dear Diary,

Now that Smash 4 has officially left the launchpad, the Smashers have quickly become known for certain feats or traits regarding their performances on the battlefield. Rosalina and Luma, petite and adorable yet deadly, can send an opponent on their way at just 60% damage, thanks to their u-air. Little Mac is a great boxer, but he's no air fighter; he tends to side-B off the stage. His opponents use that to defeat him and call it "d—ing on Little Mac". But I wouldn't do that to him. Not to my best friend.

Shulk became famous—or infamous—for his taunt: "I'm really feeling it!" Really feeling what, Shulk? That's starting to get very annoying, so could you tone it down, please?

Captain Falcon is known as the one who curb-stomped Chrom, Lucina's father, during an audition. Understandably, raw feelings remain on Lucina's side. But Lucy and I have quickly become friends. Maybe I can convince her to let go of her anger at Falcon, just as I'd convinced Mario and DK to let go of their rivalry years ago.

The Villagers, albeit friendly off the battlefield, are the new poster children for "beware the nice ones". One of their special moves involves chopping down a tree with an axe, and when you take into account that unmoving smile on their faces—well, that's given birth to some unsettling implications. I mean, when I'm fighting one of them, they just smile at me—even in situations where they shouldn't smile—as if they derive great pleasure in beating everything holy out of their fellow Smashers. Especially with that axe—you wouldn't like them when they're holding that axe.

I eventually took one of them aside and talked to them about it. The Villager told me that they were aware of this for quite a while and decided to embrace it. But they assured me that it was just an act. They're not "Killagers" in real life. They just wanna have fun. Okay, that makes me feel a little better.

When it comes to Greninja, he likes to joke about how people chose him and Lucario over Mewtwo. What has ensued is artwork depicting Greninja drinking Mewtwo's tears. The Ninja/Water-type Pokémon had a laid-back side and was amused by this, even getting in on it at one point. Also, people started punctuating complaints with the phrase "Better nerf Greninja". Greninja was—not so amused.

"What will Mewtwo think if he comes back?" I asked him once.

"I dunno," said Greninja. "I just hope that he knows it's a joke."

Marth has become a go-to fighter because of his Shield-Breaker move, nicknamed the Tipper, because the tip of Falchion does most of the damage. "Just the tip," they'd say, and Marth would blush and oblige. Remember—try not to use your shield against Marth—because his tip will break it.

There are also jokes that DDD is already perfect, which is why he doesn't have to copy people after inhaling them. There's also the way he likes to dance around while taunting opponents, and instead of crouching, he lies down on the stage as if to say, "I'm fabulous!" He's—started using this as a taunt, as well.

As for Koopa, Dorf and Wario, they're still up to their old tricks. They have a grudging respect for me and don't harass me as much, but they still vex me with their take-no-prisoners attitude when fighting against me on the battlefield. Dorf has a move called the Flame Choke, and he tends to use that to self-destruct and take his opponents with them. We call it the "GanonDunk" behind his back. Koopa does something similar with his Flying Slam move, and surprisingly, Dorf approves. And Wario's just, Wario, grandstanding when trying to ride over people on his bike, Chomping people and using a Smash Ball to turn into Wario-Man(?).

I'm not the only fighter with a new Final Smash. Kirby has replaced Cook Kirby with the much cooler Ultra Sword. The first swipe attempts to catch his opponents, and if successful, he proceeds to deal out several huge slashes before one final swipe launches everyone offstage. Like my new Final Smash, it's quicker and less macabre.

But I'm very surprised and humbled to see that I'm the talk of Smash nowadays. First of all, I can win certain matches by doing absolutely nothing, but that's been around since the first Smash. Second, there's the "fallout" (though I wouldn't call it that) from last year's kart race. Tongues are still wagging over my "Death Stare", and people are postulating that it makes me a more formidable presence in Smash. Truth is, I don't have to give anyone a Death Stare to be a formidable presence—all I need are my improved fighting skills. Especially my down throw.

Whenever I can, I put in a lot of practice. I practice breaking out of combos and pulling off combos of my own. I practice regular jumps, short hops, throwing out my aerial attacks quickly and timing my fiery uppercut correctly. Practice is what makes me formidable nowadays—not a Death Stare. But I do like the ripples my outstanding performance left behind.

That, however, is quickly being overtaken by my performance in Smash 4. I've drawn major crowds nowadays, and they didn't come here to see me lose and laugh about it. They've come here to see me win. I see spectators dressed up like me or wearing face paint or body paint, holding up motivational signs for me to see. It works—as I fight my hardest, my best. There are still the old favorites—the Super Jump Punch, the Misfire, the Cyclone. But there are also my down throw combos, which I now have down to a science. I showed them off at a combo exhibition a few weeks ago, and the hype isn't even close to dying down. I can hear the spectators quiet down and watch in fascination as I engage the opponent, pulling off combo after combo. I've also become a viable fighter in competitive play, as well. Not only that, I've earned a royal "thumbs-up" from Master Hand! I never saw that coming…

But I look into the stands and see my brother and my old and new friends, and then my eyes fall on Josh. There's still that sparkle in his eyes, but as the weeks go by, he's starting to look a bit—fatigued. Sometimes, he has to sit some of my matches out or watch them on TV. Even in the world of Smash, there's the painful reminder that nobody lives forever. I'm about to lose a good friend, and even though I try not to mull over it, it hurts.

Only Mac, Mario and I know. What's the point in making it public knowledge? What's the point in throwing a giant pity party, too? Josh may be fading, but he's still going out on his own terms. And if that means watching me duke it out until he runs out of physical strength, then so be it.

Luigi

16 March 2015

Smash Mansion

Dear Diary,

Wow. Jasmine is eighteen years old and about to enter the adult world. In one month, she'll get the decisions from the colleges she'd applied to. In three months, she'll receive her high school diploma. And in six months, she'll be in college.

She's also taking driving lessons. Imagine it—Jas driving a car. It may not seem much, but I'd known Jas since she was a girl. It's very emotional, watching her grow up like this.

Jas and her family showed up sans her grandparents, but I knew that Joan and Josh were watching on TV. Joining the three were Jas's close friends; Jake was among them. As a birthday present, Jules and Jackie were allowing their daughter to fully tour the Smash World. During a lull in the action, the parents told me that they were treating Jas and her friends to dinner tonight, and then they'd stay at one of the Smash World's many hotels. Not bad. Not bad at all.

My next match is an intense one—I have to get ready!

Luigi

3 April 2015

Smash Mansion

Dear Diary,

Gavin is ten years old now—can't you believe it? Ten years old! Reaching the double-digits is a rite-of-passage for any child, and Gavin's no exception. MH hosted a small party for him, and invited a few of his pals from school. He opened with a tour of the Smash Mansion and cordoned off a section of the stands with red and blue ribbons so they could watch the day's matches. Those kids were very excited to see their favorite video game characters in action, cheering and waving down at them when they were on the battlefield. They also got free food—pizza and sandwiches and popcorn and all sorts of desserts. In between matches, those kids were energy canisters. Luckily, some Miis set up a kids' zone to help them burn off those goodies.

After the matches had concluded for the day, we gathered in the Banquet Hall, where the Miis had baked Gavin a nice cake shaped like the Smash symbol. We sang "Happy Birthday", Gavin made a wish and blew out his candles, and the cake was served.

While we were eating, Roland was acting all mushy and buddy-buddy with me. I think he's trying too hard. Instead of showering me with flattery, he should demonstrate his renewed commitment to his wife and son, because he'd hurt them more than he'd hurt me. But in the spirit of the occasion, I smiled at him, and we managed to make small talk. He told me that he and his wife are planning a vow-renewal ceremony and asked me if I could make it. I assured him that I would.

Vow-renewal, huh? I guess Roland is serious about this.

Luigi

25 April 2015

Smash Mansion

Dear Diary,

Jules was over the moon when he called me. Jas had made it—she was going to Mushroom University! They emailed her with the good news just minutes before the phone call. All she needed to do was submit her Intent To Enroll and create an online profile, and she'd be ready. After Jules calmed down, he put Jas on the phone, and she told me how honored she was to attend college in the MK, a place I helped defend. Her major is still undecided, but she told me that she's still looking at a career in the paranormal. Last I checked, Professor Gadd had a few positions open—

Jas told me that Jake had also applied to Mushroom U, and he's still waiting for them to make their decision. I kinda hope he makes it, too.

Wow. Everyone around me is either growing up or growing old. But such is life.

Luigi

28 April 2015

Smash Mansion

Dear Diary,

MH had us gather in the Assembly Hall and told us that the official roster isn't complete—now that he has some expenses to spare, he can invite more characters to participate—and return. Today, the tournament was going to welcome back and old friend—Mewtwo!

Mewtwo's eyes were smiling as he floated out to join Master Hand on stage. While the Greninja/Lucario/Mewtwo jokes have lost some of their merit, it's good to have the Psychic Pokémon back. The first thing he did later in the day was hug me and explain that his apathy was part of his persona. In real life, he's actually quite the laid-back guy. That being said, after a bumpy start, Mewtwo got along well with Lucario and Greninja, even good-naturedly taking the jokes regarding them.

I wonder who else MH will invite to these tournaments. Ness and I really want Lucas to come back. We miss Snake and the Ice Climbers, too. And I really think Daisy more than qualifies to be a Smasher. Smash would be complete if I got to fight alongside the woman I love. Mario's had that privilege since Melee, after all.

Luigi

7 May 2015

Smash Mansion

Dear Diary,

Jas was in very good spirits, and she quickly told me why. Jake has just been accepted into Mushroom U! He'd also applied for NYU and UC Davis, just in case—but Mushroom U had been his first choice. His major is also undecided, but he's leaning toward and Etymology major. A ghost hunter and an etymologist. Sounds like a match made in Heaven!

In other news, Master Hand is finally allowing gamers and fans alike to have their say in this tournament. With the Smash Ballot, everyone can submit their favorite video game character for the Hand of Creations' consideration. Once the Ballot opens, the votes will be anonymous. And the submission process will be easy—just put down the character's name, home franchise and briefly explain why they should be in Smash. Best of all—the Smashers will also be allowed to use the Ballot and help campaign for someone from their—or a neighboring—franchise. I know just the person I'm going to name as a potential Smasher.

The Ballots will open sometime this summer. In addition to Daisy, there's bound to be other interesting suggestions floating around!

Luigi

9 June 2015

Brooklyn, NY

Dear Diary,

Since MH and his Mii helpers were conducting routine maintenance on the tournament stages, Mario and I could attend Jas's high school commencement. The affair was held in the school gym, which was draped in the school's colors. We met Josh, Joan, Jules and Jackie there ahead of time so we could get a prime seat and talk among ourselves before it got too crowded.

At 11a.m., the graduates strolled into the gym in a single file line and took their seats in chairs arranged on the court to the strains of "Pomp and Circumstance". The six of us cheered up a storm when Jas emerged, her cap decorated to look like my signature green headgear. She grinned heartily at us as she passed, and then smiled and blew us kisses after she took her seat. Jake sat a row behind her, and he presently reached over and took her hand.

The superintendent, vice principal and principal gave the opening remarks, and then Claire delivered the valedictory speech as her fellow classmates smiled on. Then, one-by-one, the principal handed out the diplomas. With each name, the gathered family members cheered in support for their son or daughter. When Jake's name was announced, his family, seated to our left, went wild. And when Jas's name was spoken, all six of us were on our feet, even though it took some effort on Josh's part. Proudly, Jas held her diploma high, and as she returned to her seat, she covered her mouth tightly, as to stop herself from crying.

But the tears came at the conclusion of the ceremony, as the students moved the tassels of their caps to the other side to signify that they were now alumni. Jules broke first, followed by his wife, and then by his parents, and finally by me and Mario. Luckily, we'd come prepared, having a steady supply of tissues handy. And when we spotted Jas and Jake sharing a celebratory smooch, we cried even harder.

Jas cried, too, when we all shared a group hug afterward. There was the obligatory blubbering from Jackie and Jules about how proud they were. Joan and Josh sobbed over how quickly their granddaughter had grown. And Mario and I sobbed over both—especially me. I got to hold Jas on the day she was born, and her parents had asked me to be part of her life. Now, I got to witness her begin the journey into her adult life.

As always, the family enjoyed a celebratory dinner that evening. Due to the significance of this commencement, I decided to attend. Jas and I got to talk more about her interest in the paranormal, and she told me that it had started to grow following my Dark Moon adventure.

"I just wanna know how to protect myself if—you know," she explained.

"Talk to your parents first, and once you've decided that you want a career in paranormal research, I can arrange a meeting between you and Professor Gadd," I said. "He helped me, and I know he can help you."

Jas beamed. "Thanks, Luigi," she said.

After dinner, I congratulated Jas one last time before heading to my apartment. Then, I bawled my eyes out. Jasmine was all grown up.

Luigi

14 June 2015

Smash Mansion

Dear Diary,

Another surprise was in store for us today. The morning matches were over and done, and we were enjoying lunch in the cafeteria. Then, we heard MH's voice over the PA, summoning us to the Assembly Hall. Instantly, our food was all but forgotten as we gathered to hear MH's latest news.

When we got to the Assembly Hall, MH floated there, smiling.

"Hello, Smashers," he said.

"Hello, Master Hand," we said.

"I had you all brought here to introduce three more additions to the Smash 4 roster," MH explained. "Two of them—you've met already."

Whispering.

"First of all, let's welcome back—Lucas, the boy from Nowhere!"

Ness's eyes widened, and he cried out in joy as his old friend joined MH on the stage.

"Lucas!" he shouted.

"Ness!" exclaimed the blond psychic.

"Joining Lucas is the Red Lion—Roy!"

Marth and Ike leapt to their feet, cheering, as Roy confidently strode onstage.

"It's good to be back," he said.

"And finally—a new fighter, along with a new franchise, has joined our ranks," said MH. "Smashers—please put your hands together and welcome—the tireless wanderer from Street Fighter, Ryu!"

A muscular fighter clad in a white gi, red gloves and a red headband calmly walked onstage, his eyes sweeping over us. Then, his solemn face warmed into a smile.

"Give it your all," he said, and we cheered.

I've heard of Ryu and the rest of the Street Fighter cast. My old friends tended to play the arcade game, and I gave it a try when the second game came around in 1991. Who could forget Guile, and the fact that his theme went with everything? And who could forget Ryu and his complex relationship with Ken? Most of the Smashers had heard of him as well, for after the introductions, they started volleying questions at him. Little Mac was positively drooling at the sight of Ryu and his ripped physique, and I gave him a nudge.

"Go on," I said. "Talk to him."

I watched the boxer make his way toward the Street Fighter before turning to catch up with Lucas and Roy.

Lucas and Ness were hugging wildly.

"I missed you so much," said Ness.

"Me, too," said Lucas. "I'm glad MH invited me back."

"Hey, Lucas," I said.

"Luigi!" he cried, enfolding me in a hug. "I can't believe how long it took me to realize how much we have in common! We're both timid people who've been through Hell and back—and yet we survived because we discovered our hidden strength."

I nodded. "That's the gist of it."

Roy, meanwhile, was hanging out with Marth, Ike, Reflet, Robin and Lucina, talking about their respective adventures. His face lit up when he saw me.

"Luigi!" he cried. "Did you really have a special year?"

"I did."

"I heard about your exploits in Evershade Valley. Really—you took on that dastardly Boo king twice—and won?"

"Yup."

"You—are—amazing," said Roy, "and I didn't think I'd see this mansion ever again, but here I am! Thank you, Master Hand!"

Lucas, Roy and Ryu jumped right into the action later that day. The former two still had it, as we were delighted to find out. And Ryu's first opponent was none other than—me.

We fought it out on his home stage in an untimed, three-stock battle. Ryu was able to use Street Fighter's mechanics to unleash a variety of attacks, and for the first half of the match, I stumbled hard. His Focus Punch was a real pain—just one strike was enough to crumple me. And he liked to follow up that move with a Shoryuken—one wicked uppercut that sent me tumbling. But eventually, I figured him out, just as he figured me out, and everyone was stunned into silence as I went the distance with Ryu, fighting him to a draw.

"Wow—you're amazing," gasped Ryu. "Like—better than any fighter I've ever seen."

"Just practicing," I said.

"That uppercut you did," he went on. "Where did you learn that?"

"I don't know," I said honestly. "I just built up all of my power, and then…"

Ryu nodded. "You're a strong man, Luigi. Here…" He flexed his muscles. "Here…" He tapped his heart. "…and here." He tapped the side of his head. "You have my respect."

"Oh. I—th-thanks," I said.

In the stands, I saw Mac swoon.

Thus was my introduction to the legendary Street Fighter, and Smash's re-introduction to Lucas and Roy.

Luigi

21 June 2015

Los Angeles, CA

Dear Diary,

Friends and family gathered in the Butters' backyard to witness them renew their vows. In an act of contrition, Roland chose me as his best man, an honor I couldn't bear to turn down. He was dressed in a three-piece suit, a miniature Shine Sprite once again pinned to his lapel. The Pianta who was his son's namesake, along with Greg, were among the groomsmen.

The guests rose and smiled as Grace walked down the aisle, escorted by two people this time—her father and Professor Gadd. The latter cleaned up nicely, dressed in a white suit and top hat. Grace was clad in a cream-colored, off-the-shoulder dress, holding a bouquet of red and purple tulips. Her hair hung in loose curls over her shoulders, and fresh makeup was on her face. When they reached the altar, Grace gave her hubby a loving look.

"Who gives this woman to be wed?" asked the priest.

"We do," replied Gadd. "Professor Elvin Gadd…"

"…and Niels Larssen," finished the proud papa.

Then, both men fixed Roland with a piercing stare.

"My daughter, her mother and I have decided to give you a second chance," said Niels. "Let it not be in vain."

"Yes, sir," said Roland, chastened.

"I, too, believe in second chances," Gadd added, "but I don't believe in third chances."

Roland nodded to show that he understood.

It was a lovely ceremony as the happy couple reaffirmed their love for each other. Roland gave a beautiful apology, asking for—and receiving—forgiveness for the way he'd acted. For her part, Grace admitted that she had a hard time forgetting what had happened, but she was willing to meet him halfway and help them move forward. I found myself melting slightly at Roland's sappy, yet genuine conciliatory gestures, and I saw Niels and Gadd crack a smile, too.

Rings were exchanged, and Roland took Grace in his arms and kissed her as we all applauded. Then, we went inside and helped ourselves to the food, and once the backyard was cleared away, we headed back out for the dancing.

I'm also a believer in second chances, and I also believe in redemption, forgiveness and not holding grudges. However, I hope Roland doesn't take this second chance for granted, or worse yet, take advantage of it.

Luigi

28 July 2015

Smash Mansion

Dear Diary,

First, the Smash news.

The Smash Ballot has been open for quite a while, and it's accessible on Miiverse, our new social networking site, as well as on the Smash website. I logged in, put Daisy's name on the Ballot and poured out all of my love for her, explaining how her tomboyish nature would really perk things up in Smash. Then, I sent my entry, praying that I'd at least given my Flower Princess a chance to expand her repertoire beyond sports-related Mario games.

We've kept to ourselves—for now. We're not in a hurry to tell each other who we nominated as a potential Smasher. But I called up Daisy and told her that the wheels had been set in motion. Joyfully, she told me that she'd already started up a campaign, and that she could use all the help she could get. I pledged my support, and she thanked me before we hung up.

Now, the other news.

Jas passed her driving test today. Both Jules and Jackie called me while she was taking it—the driving portion, that is. The written portion was always a breeze. But the driving portion, when Jas was behind the wheel of the car—that was another story. The parents ended up phoning me multiple times to soothe their nerves. So imagine their joy and relief when they found out that Jas had passed—and that they didn't have to go through that again!

"Right now, she has a temporary permit," said Jackie. "It takes about a month or so for her to get her permanent license. But—she's gained a measure of independence."

"Whose car is she driving for now?" I asked.

"I gave her mine," said Julian, "but Jackie and I plan to give her a car of her own before she heads off to college."

"Tell her I'm proud of her," I said.

"We will," said Jules.

"And give Josh my love," I added.

"Of course."

Jasmine has spread her wings and is about to take flight. I'm very happy for her. I just hope she makes the right decisions.

Luigi

16 August 2015

Smash Mansion

Dear Diary,

Remember when I said about my down throw being my most viable combo tool? Well—the other shoe has dropped. Lately, most of my opponents are getting frustrated because I keep combo-ing them, and they're unable to escape. The salt, as we call it in Smash, started off subtle, and then it began to lose its subtlety. Some opponents have lost their heads and made costly mistakes, allowing me to win. Some of them have started cursing me out on the battlefield. And don't get me started on the rants I overhear in Master Hand's office, the vanquished opponent screaming how much they hate me, my combos and my down throw and that I don't deserve them. I kneel at the office door, listening to them blow their tops, and then I simply roll my eyes and move on with my life.

"That's ridiculous," said Josh when I told him about it. "This is a tournament. This is where people are supposed to test their skills against other fighters. And if they lose, then that's incentive to practice, isn't it?"

"Not when it comes to me," I huffed. "You should hear them vent to Master Hand, saying that I shouldn't have this advantage because I'm the second player and that they're better than me."

"B.S.!" snapped Josh, that fire of his still burning. "If they think that, then why don't they practice? You know—maybe I should march over there and give them all a piece of my mind!"

I laughed. "I'd like to see that," I said.

Jules and Jackie were likewise outraged.

"Don't listen to any of that," said Jackie. "There's nothing wrong with your down throw or your combo game. Those guys are trying to wage a psychological war on you. Don't give them what they want."

Jules nodded. "It's just like what they did with the tier list in 1999. They're trying to break you down and make you feel worthless. But you're far from worthless. You faced your fears to protect your brother, and you stared down Tabuu—someone who's godlike! Whoever's complaining about your down throw—they're probably just jealous because you have something they don't. Or for some reason, they like you better in Mario's shadow. Whatever reason—just ignore them and keep fighting like you always fight. We'll be right behind you."

I smiled. "Thank you," I said. "You've always been in my corner."

"We'll always be in your corner," vowed Jackie. "From this day, until the end of our days."

I went into my next matches with their words replaying in my head, playing the grateful game even as I thrashed adversaries left and right. As long as I had such loyal friends in my corner, a little salt over my combo potential couldn't harm me.

Luigi

6 September 2015

Smash Mansion

Dear Diary,

The vitriol and backlash over my downthrow hasn't alleviated—it's done the opposite. I think about Julian's words, Jackie's words, Josh's words—even Jas's words when she got wind of it. But each day, it's gotten harder and harder. The detractors have taken to Miiverse and other social media sites to make their cases, and their attacks have started growing personal. Master Hand has reprimanded and punished all of the offenders, but it's only served to embolden them.

And today—today—I got into a fight with someone over it. Falco and I had just finished an intense bout on Lylat Cruise. He'd tried to pin me with Blaster fire, but I'd come a long way from where I first started. I'd styled plenty of combos on him, and he'd tried to break free and retaliate, but I'd learned to read my opponents' every move and get them right into another combo. Falco had tried to hide it, but he'd gotten flustered and frustrated. And that frustration finally exploded at the end of the match.

Falco had offered me a slightly begrudging handshake and sent passive-aggressive compliments my way—and then, it happened.

"Look at you, relying on those god—m combos," he said. "You must really like them. It would be a shame if something—happened to them."

"I don't know what you mean," I said.

"Yes, you do. You think you're everything with your combos, don't you? You think you're on top of the world and invincible, don't you? Just cruising on by with that down throw of yours, and everyone else can drop dead."

"You know I don't think that at all," I said, with heat.

"Don't lie to me, Luigi," huffed Falco, "because I can see behind that humble mask of yours. Well, let me tell you something. You won't have those stupid f—ing combos for long, because you'll never know when some snobby higher-up decides to snatch them out from under you. You won't be strutting around like some prima-donna then. And guess what? Everyone in the Smash Mansion getting f—ing sick and tired of dealing with 'em, anyway!"

I nearly stopped breathing. Falco was my longtime friend, and now he was turning on me over a simple thing like my playstyle—

"Wow," I said, wheeling around and storming off.

"Luigi, wait!" Falco called after me, but I kept walking, swiping at the tears threatening to well up in my eyes.

"L—please," he persisted as I stalked into an elevator bay and smacked the "down" button.

"I gotta go, Falco," I said bluntly. "Good talk."

The elevator opened, and I got in.

"Luigi…" I heard Falco say.

I looked sharply at him.

"I'm sorry," he sighed. "Truly, I am."

"Yeah," I said as the doors began to close. "I know."

The elevator doors closed, and the car started down.

My fists clenched, and then I gave the elevator wall a few solid punches. I was hurt, angry and upset. Why would Falco act like this? I didn't do anything to him! I thought my closest friends were immune to this—obviously, I was wrong.

I spent the rest of the day in the Training Area, pouring out everything onto the Sandbags. That evening, I took my dinner in my room, and an hour later, I peeled off my shirt, cranked up my tunes and danced and danced and danced till I was too tired to feel anything.

Why, Falco? Why?

I'd better sleep this off. Let's see how I feel in the morning.

Luigi

8 September 2015

Smash Mansion

Dear Diary,

I haven't spoken to Falco since it all went down, the feelings of betrayal intensifying each time I see him. God, I'm so angry. Should I tell Mario? No—he'll explode, and I don't want him to get in trouble. Should I tell MH? No—nobody likes a tattletale. Should I take the high road and forgive Falco? Not yet.

The day's bouts were suitable outlets for my anger, but I risked getting in trouble with MH if I acted too aggressively. So, when the matches were over and after I'd excused myself, I went to Josh's gym. Josh looked up from his work as I walked in and grabbed his phone, but as he started to dial—

"Not him," I said tersely.

"It's not Mario-related?" asked Josh.

"No. It's another friend," I replied.

"I should still call him and let him know you're okay," said Josh.

"Fine—just tell him I'm fine and need cooling off, and nothing else," I instructed. "I'll tell him the full story when I'm ready."

Looking confused, Josh obliged, as I quickly found a locker, straddled a spin bike, put in my earbuds, turned on my music and started pedaling, shutting everything else out.

It was dark outside by the time Josh finally pulled me out of my self-induced trance. I was gasping heavily and dripping buckets of sweat everywhere.

"I think you should head to my son's gym," chuckled Josh. "This has you really wound up!"

So, I did, after a quick shower and change of clothes.

"Oh, my gosh," said Jules as I strode inside, grabbing up his phone. Like father, like son times a hundred.

"Josh called him already," I said.

"Is there anyone else who should know about this? Want me to at least send a text?"

"Go ahead," I said before heading into the men's locker room.

Julian's thumbs moved frantically over his phone's keyboard when I emerged. I nodded curtly at him, swung myself onto a bike and programmed a vigorous workout before isolating myself with my music. Later, I hopped on an arc trainer and let myself go on that for an hour. Finally, I took a spin class at the cycling studio. By the time that was finished, I felt mildly better.

"I hope you work things out," said Jules.

"Me, too," I said before returning to the Smash Mansion.

I ate a quick dinner and spent the rest of the evening sweating it out in my room to one of my playlists.

Wow, this is serious. Maybe I should tell Mario about this.

Luigi

12 September 2015

Smash Mansion

Dear Diary,

After nearly thirty years of running through course after course, Mario fans alike can now create their own courses! Super Mario Maker has been released for the Wii U, encouraging players to flex their creative muscles and put Mario through the most outlandish courses yet. The templates are from our rescue missions in 1985, 1990, 1991 and 2012. Creators could stack enemies on top of each other, have multiple Koopas chase after Mario, give him mind-twisting puzzles to solve, or simply make it rain coins. The ideas I've seen so far are—quite original. Koopa should take some cues from them. Or maybe not.

There's the 10-Mario challenge, where you're given ten lives to complete sixteen courses, and then the 100-Mario challenge, where you have to complete sixteen courses with a hundred lives. Doing so unlocks new features and new materials, and you can use your amiibo to give Mario character "skins". Which means, you can play through a Mario course as Link, Samus, Pikachu—anyone you like.

So, now I can kill time and blow off steam by piecing together an outlandish obstacle course and challenging my friends to clear it.

That's pretty sweet.

Luigi

21 September 2015

Smash Mansion

Dear Diary,

Master Hand is out on business, meeting with the suits at Nintendo to discuss an update patch. An update patch which didn't seem imminent until the hoopla about my down throw. Coincidence? I think not.

I could take no more and finally told Mario about what went down between me and Falco, and then made him promise not to do anything to the bird. Then, after asking him for advice regarding the proper course of action, Mario told me, "If he's gonna go off on you over something like that, then maybe he isn't really your friend, at all."

But I'd known him for so long. I don't want to give up on our friendship so quickly.

Falco hasn't made any move to apologize, by the way. At first, he blew up my phone with texts, but once he realized that wasn't working, crickets. Rumor has it that he's trying to blame me for what happened. Yikes. What kind of friend does that?

Later that day, I told Josh and his folks, and they leaped into action immediately—Joan, Jackie and Jas comforting me while Josh quietly seethed and Julian threatened to roast Falco on a spit and serve him to Jackie and Jas with a side of mashed potatoes.

"You'll do no such thing," I said firmly. "I just need advice. Part of me wants to let Falco back in, but…"

"After what he did to you?" gasped Jas.

"He blew up over a trivial thing, but on the other hand, we've been joined at the hip since Melee," I explained to them, "and he's trying to put the blame on me—but I don't think he means it."

"Well, if he finally decides to apologize, you don't have to take him back right away," said Josh, "but you can give him some closure by hearing him out."

Jules grumbled something.

"Julian…" warned Josh.

"When Mario and I get into it over something, I do the same thing," I said. "I hear him out, I cool off, and we reconcile. Yes, he hasn't done something like this, but I still think it'll work."

"Give it a shot," said Jules, "but I still hope you know what you're doing, L."

But with a possible update patch looming, will I ever view Falco in the same light? Definitely not.

Luigi

29 September 2015

Smash Mansion

Dear Diary,

Falco surprised me today by inviting me for lunch. Remembering Josh's words, I accepted his invitation, and we went to a pizza place not far from the Smash Mansion.

As we sipped our drinks, Falco spoke up.

"L—I'm sorry," he said. "I'm sorry about the way I acted—sorry about what I said to you. My conduct was totally uncalled for, and I hope you can forgive me."

"Why did you blow up at me?" I asked quietly.

"I don't know," sighed Falco. "I was punk-sore, and I just…"

"That's no excuse," I said. "Your tirade made me self-conscious about my playstyle. It made my combo ability look like the unwanted factor of a cold equation. Was that what you wanted?"

"No!" Falco gasped in horror. "I just—I…"

"You were frustrated, and you took it out on me—is that it?" I asked.

"Yes," confessed Falco. "I threw a lot of terrible words at you, and I've spent these last weeks wishing I can take it all back."

I tried to think of something else to say, but instead—I began to cry.

Tears and snot made a mess on my face. My shoulders heaved with powerful sobs. Thank God we were in a private booth.

"Luigi…" said Falco, placing a wing over my hand.

But I yanked it away. "Don't—don't you touch me," I spat. "How could you turn on me? I thought you were my friend."

"I didn't mean to," said Falco.

"Well, guess what? You did," I sobbed, "and there was no reason for you to go off on me. There are Training Areas, aren't there? What's wrong with practicing?"

"I…" Falco trailed off. "I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say."

"It's just not good enough," I spluttered, managing a gulp of water.

"I know it isn't, but—d—mit, Luigi, tell me what I have to do. Please—just tell me," pleaded Falco.

"I have an idea—why don't you tell me what gave you the right to say those things to me and then try to blame me?" I challenged. "I got that from countless others—I surely didn't need it from you."

"But I'm not like them, man," said Falco. "I'm your friend, I'm your buddy. I…"

"No, see," I cut him off. "The buddy of fourteen year I know wouldn't have blown a fuse at me over my down throw. I don't even know who the [bleep] you are anymore!"

Falco dropped his head. "Luigi, please…"

"I'll take my meal to go, if you don't mind," I said to the waiter, who'd just arrived with our food.

"Wait a minute, you're bailing on me?" asked Falco.

"You bailed on me the moment you threw that hissy fit," I said fiercely, packing my meal into a takeout box.

"C'mon, man! We can talk about this!"

I glared at him. "I have nothing to say to you," I hiccupped. "You think that a nice lunch will make this magically disappear? What is this, a movie?"

"You're overreacting!" accused Falco.

"No, you're overreacting," I shot back. "I can't believe I actually expected better from you. We're finished, Falco. Don't ever talk to me again. Have a nice life."

Grabbing my stuff, I marched out the door and didn't look back.

I think I made the right decision; I couldn't risk Falco hurting me again. Life is far from a fairy tale. A love story doesn't last forever, and neither does a friendship. You stand for a while in the ruins. You hurt, and you cry. When friendships break and a love story closes its last chapter, they leave open wounds. And at that point, you can chose to let those wounds fester and descend into self-destruction, or stitch them closed and look ahead to sunnier skies. I choose the latter.

How does the old saying go? "Life isn't about waiting for the storms to pass; it's about learning how to dance in the rain."

Luigi

30 September 2015

Smash Mansion

Dear Diary,

The tournament's update patch, patch 1.1.1, is now live. It introduced a stage based on Super Mario Maker, along with a few other goodies.

But it also heavily nerfed my down throw.

The salty masses have spoken. Thanks to the tweaked knockback scaling, half of my combos have been wiped out. They've had their fun so far, laughing and sneering at me about it. Taking advantage of my muscle memory to whale on me as "revenge".

I just take a deep breath and play the grateful game. In spite of this mess, I still have Josh and his family. I still have the Butters. I still have Mario. And I still have moves like my Super Jump Punch, my Misfire and my Cyclone.

The new patch had gotten rid of my combos, but there isn't a rule against starting from scratch and making new ones. I'm not gonna fume over something that I no longer have—that's a waste of time. I'll use the new mechanics to my advantage, and if I work hard enough, my new combos will be just as viable as the old.

You hear that? There's a rainstorm coming. I think I'd better go and dance in it.

Luigi

18 October 2015

MK

Dear Diary,

Losing Falco still hurts, and I'm still trying to regain my foothold when it comes to my combo game. But I'm taking it one day at a time. Mario had a spin bike set up in my room, and nowadays, I use that to work off my nervous energy. And those who used to go off over my down throw have seen that I refused to give up, causing them to develop a shaky respect for me.

Jas has flown the nest, so I'm focusing my energies on helping her—and her parents—through the separation anxiety. She's nicely ensconced in a modest dorm room at Mushroom U, but dining hall food isn't nearly the same as a home-cooked meal. Jas and her parents are looking forward to the holiday season, so they can see each other again, if only for a brief time.

But what I really want to talk about today is the thirtieth anniversary of the first successful rescue mission. MH granted us leave so we could go to Peach's Castle for the festivities. Everyone gathered there got to create and play one course each in Super Mario Maker before settling back to watch the customary reenactment of me and Mario's first adventure through the MK. For once, they finally got my name right, and they acknowledged my own acts of heroism during the mission and the final fight. Then, the Toads, including Oliver and Agnes, gave their speeches, and then Peach delivered her address, saying that whenever she's in Koopa's clutches, she doesn't feel frightened or helpless anymore, because she knows that help is on the way. Thanks to us, she's been even more proactive and direct with her escape attempts, and even more defiant in the face of that villain and his minions.

"Thirty years later," she stated. "I defy Koopa to do his worst."

The house applauded when she finished, and a cake shaped like 8-bit versions of me and Mario was presented. Everyone took pictures of it before digging in.

What do you get when the sun comes out in the middle of a rainy day? A rainbow.

Luigi

12 November 2015

Smash Mansion

Dear Diary,

Another latecomer arrived at the Smash Mansion. His name is Cloud Strife, from the Final Fantasy franchise. I don't know much about him except that he's an ex-SOLDIER, and that he has spiky blonde hair and a big f—ing sword known as the Buster Sword. It's even bigger than Ike's! But he turned out to be an all-right guy after loosening up a bit, even taking a bit of a shine to Reflet. What's not to love about a bookworm who can get the job done, right?

Cloud's favorite move was the Limit Break. Once charged, all of his attacks were more powerful. Charging it was his first action at the start of a match and after taking a stock. Despite his formidable presence, I can't wait to fight him.

I'm doing a lot better with my combos, by the way. My down-throw to f-air still works, but only at lower percentages. Then, I have to rely on such mix-ups as down throw to up smash, or down throw to n-air. It's not the way it used to be, but it's well on its way.

MH announced that the Smash Ballot was closing next week, and that the results would be announced sometime next month. My friends and I have lobbied hard for Daisy to have her day in Smash. People tell me that her vote count is really high. She might make it!

Luigi

15 December 2015

Sarasaland

Dear Diary,

This afternoon, we all gathered in the Assembly Hall to watch the Nintendo Direct presentation. I walked in with so much hope and anticipation, and it got to the point that both Mario and Peach had to rub the small of my back. All of the votes had been counted, and the suits would announce the Smash Ballot's winner.

Deliberately drawing out the suspense, the suits first announced two more new fighters, and two additional Fire Emblem representatives, at that. They were the silver-haired dragon twins, Corrin and Corrine! In their original game, they were forced to pick sides in a civil war. Now, a third option was available to them—settle it in Smash!

Before announcing the Ballot's winner, and the final fighter to join the tournament, there was a brief intermission. Daisy and I exchanged flirty text, and I became so overwhelmed with nervousness that I had to work it off in the Training Room. A Mii walked in and let me know when there were five minutes left in the break.

The top candidates were: Daisy, Paper Mario, Ridley, Marx, Magolor, Banjo and Kazooie, Rayman, Crash Bandicoot, Shovel Knight, Wolf, Pichu, Krystal, King K. Rool, Ninten, Paula, Poo, Bandana Dee, Young Link, Peppy Hare, Slippy Toad, Jeff, Cory (who?), Shantae and—an ogre. Only one would make the cut. But who?

After we'd all settled back down, the presentation continued.

And the winner of the Smash Ballot was—Bayonetta, the Umbra Witch.

Pit and Dark Pit were rightfully aghast at the idea of fighting an angel hunter. Others raised an eyebrow at her inclusion, due to her games' target audiences. And I—

I—

I wasn't even upset. Getting upset wouldn't change the result. All I could think about was how Daisy must be feeling after being snubbed again. Her well-being was my top priority at the moment.

The presentation ended. Smash 4's roster was officially finalized. And everyone went about their day, Pit and his clone looking shell-shocked and everyone else chattering over the new arrivals.

Once I obtained permission from MH, I went to Sarasaland, bought a bouquet of flowers and hightailed it straight to Daisy's place.

When Daisy opened the door, her expression was unreadable, but I could tell she'd been crying. She let me in, gratefully accepting the flower bouquet, and I allowed her to fume over being passed up for a suggestively-dressed Umbra Witch as we emptied a bottle, and then another, of wine. I said nothing—I just held her in my arms and stroked her hair, allowing her to get those feelings out of her system.

Daisy calmed down, and then we kissed, slow and deep and sensual. We groped and fondled each other, and then I unzipped her dress and watched her smoothly step out of it before she disrobed me. Then, our undergarments came off, which led to me hungrily kissing her breasts as she gasped and moaned my name. I lifted her and carried her, bridal-style, to her room, closing and locking the door after us. After tenderly laying her on her bed, I resumed my ministrations before kissing lower and lower and lower. Hour after hour, I tended to my Flower Princess with my mouth, laying on this soft bed, soothing the rawness of this setback, as the cold, still night outside beautifully frosted over the windows.

For the time being, my love is all Daisy needs.

Luigi

3 February 2016

Smash Mansion

Dear Diary,

Today was the day we rolled out the red carpet for the three final additions to the Smash 4 roster. After we ate breakfast, we walked directly to the Assembly Hall and took our seats, chattering among ourselves until MH appeared.

"Smashers," he said. "Today is a historic day, as we round out the participants of our fourth tournament. Please welcome to the stage, Corrin and Corrine!"

We clapped as the dragon twins walked in, side-by-side and hand-in-hand.

"My path is clear!" said Corrin. "I've made my choice!"

"Let's do this!" added Corrine.

The duo struck a pose as we applauded again.

"Finally, I'd like to present the winner of the Smash Ballot—Bayonetta!"

The raven-haired Umbra Witch sauntered onto the stage and blew a kiss. "Let's dance!" she said.

Pit and Dark Pit looked away.

"Thank you for having me, Master Hand," purred Bayo.

"You're welcome," said MH.

After the introductions came an informal meet-and-greet. The dragon twins told us a little bit about their lives, and then Bayo talked about the powerful angels she'd battled and her up-and-down friendship with her fellow Umbra Witch, Jeanne. I wasn't upset that Bayo won, you know. I was just upset that Daisy was once again robbed of an opportunity. Thanks to my emotional support, Daisy had grown less angry and even talked about meeting Bayo.

"It's nice to meet you," I said to Bayo as we shook hands. "I really hope we can be friends."

"I hope so, too," she said.

"Just—don't hurt Pit and Kuro," I entreated. "I really like them."

"No need to worry," smiled Bayo. "I only deal with angels who threaten to destroy the delicate balance of the universe."

"Oh," I said.

I phoned Daisy later and told her about Bayo's introduction.

"She was very gracious," I told her.

"How about Corrin and his sister? What are they like?"

"Uh—they can turn into dragons at will?" I offered. "How are you holding up?"

"I'm doing what you do when the universe punches you in the face—playing the grateful game," said Daisy. "At least I got the chance to try, you know? And it may not be the only chance in this lifetime. There could be another Smash game a few years from now."

"True," I said. "Rumors are swirling of a brand-new Nintendo console. And usually, where there's a new Nintendo console, there's a new Smash game."

"I'm not giving up hope, L," said Daisy.

"And neither am I," I said.

When life gives you spaghetti sauce, you make spaghetti. I'm gonna make the most of Bayonetta's inclusion in Smash 4 while holding out hope for Daisy's future as a Smasher.

Luigi

15 April 2016

Smash Mansion

Dear Diary,

It's not looking good for Josh. He barely shows up at my matches, instead watching from home. Each time I see him, he's weakening, deteriorating. He's bravely smiling on and savoring the days when he can still feel the sun on his face, but there's no question in my mind that he's fading. Someone has to support him when he walks, and Jules tells me that he spends most of his time sleeping. Josh's health has declined to the point that Jules has taken over his dad's gym, leaving Jackie to run the gym in the MK. Now that Jas is in college, however, one of the gyms would have an extra pair of hands.

Josh is maintaining his sunny disposition and positive outlook until the bitter end, though. He told me himself that he's not spending his last days languishing in some facility. With our help, he's crossed items off of his bucket list and stayed in the fitness business for as long as he could, stopping by at his gym to check on his soon-to-be-former employees. Every other day, I video-chat with him, and we reminisce about when we first met and how we entered each other's orbits.

"Don't forget what I told you about the grateful game," he said. "When I'm gone, I don't want you to stop playing it, understand?"

"Yes," I said.

"Make sure you play it often," added Josh, "because you'll feel the urge to ask yourself, 'What's the point?' And the grateful game will give you the answer."

"Okeydokey," I said.

"And remember what I said about Mario," Josh told me. "You two may clash, but he needs you, and you need him. You are a team; the same blood runs through your veins. Don't let a petty squabble tear you apart."

"I won't," I vowed. "I promise you; I won't."

Josh smiled. He's always had such a wonderful smile.

Luigi

21 May 2016

Smash Mansion

Dear Diary,

I miss Falco so much. I miss going for rides on his Arwing and talking over food and drink. It's still so saddening how our friendship ended. But for the life of me, I can't get past the words he said. And all he has to say for himself is "I'm sorry." Where was his remorse when he was trying to insinuate that it was my fault? Where was his remorse when he stood there and hurled those ludicrous accusations at me? What was he thinking when he tried to smooth it all over with lunch at a pizza place? A pizza sure wasn't going to erase what he put me through.

But I see him, laughing with Fox and cracking jokes, or sitting in the lounge, sipping on a cocktail. I want to go to him and ask "How've you been?", but I can't. The memories are holding me back; it's like he's a familiar stranger. Do I want to give our friendship another try? I don't know. Is it too late to even consider that? I don't know, either. He seems to be doing a good job not thinking about me, that's for sure.

It feels as if I'm standing at a crossroads, with only two directions available to me—left and right. But which direction should I go?

Luigi

12 June 2016

Smash Mansion

Dear Diary,

As soon as I woke up this morning, I knew that something was wrong. It was quiet and still. There was no sound of breakfast being prepared. When I looked outside the window, I saw that all of the flags were being lowered to half-staff. That was always a sign that something tragic had taken place.

A Mii gently knocked on my door, and then told me to get dressed and report to the Assembly Hall. They didn't tell me why, but there was this solemn look on their face—

I did as I was bidden and joined the other half-asleep Smashers in filing into the hall. MH was already waiting for us, as was CH, bowed in grief.

"Please, sit," MH softly commanded, and we obeyed.

The two Hands floated before us with an air of melancholy before MH spoke.

"I'm afraid we've had a terrible tragedy on our hands," he said. "At around 2a.m., a gunman attacked the Pulse nightclub in Orlando, Florida, in what appears to be an act of homophobia."

It was so silent you could hear an Invincibility Star drop. I could feel my heart fall into the pit of my stomach.

"The attacker killed forty-nine patrons before turning the gun on himself," MH went on. "At least fifty-three more were injured."

We all exchanged horrified glances.

"The attacker, Omar Mateen, had a history of aggressive, violent and homophobic behavior," said CH. "At least two women had filed restraining orders against him in the past. Law enforcement had every opportunity to prevent this tragedy—and they didn't."

"God—mit!" snapped Samus, breaking the silence. "How many more? How many more tragedies does it have to take?!"

Falcon, sporting a pained look, did his best to comfort her as she broke down.

"I wish I knew, Samus," said CH. "I wish I knew."

"All of today's matches are canceled on account of this horrific event," said MH. "Anyone who wishes to remain in their rooms may do so. However, I highly encourage all of you to attend tonight's march and vigil to honor the victims."

"And now—if you'll join us in a moment of silence," said CH.

We all lowered our heads in a silent prayer.

"Thank you," MH said after a while. "You are dismissed."

I stumbled back up to my room and turned on the TV, numb until I saw the reports all over the news. The reporters recounting the horror and death which had interrupted a night of carefree dancing and celebration. Seeing it in front of me on the TV screen just tore me up. I buried my head into my pillow and sobbed.

49 dead at the hands of a disturbed man who'd exhibited the warning signs long ago. 49 people who committed no crime, just like those children slain at Sandy Hook Elementary. 49 lives lost because one man simply didn't approve of their sexual orientation. 49 souls who didn't deserve to die. Why was the first choice always violence and death? How did they let this man get his hands on a firearm, anyway? I muted the TV and covered my mouth with my hands to muffle my sobs. Samus was right—how many more people would have to die before something was finally done about this mess?

I pulled myself together and called Julian.

"Jules, it's awful," I said. "They say he gunned down 49 people and injured 53 more before killing himself."

"Luigi—we just heard about it ourselves," Jules sighed heavily. "Dad isn't taking it well; he's not as strong as he once was. The first thing we did after regrouping was call Jas and tell her how much we love her. She's stopping by later today. Next week, she'll be back home for good, as she's almost done with her finals."

"Have her call me when she gets here," I instructed.

We chatted some more before hanging up.

I spent the day in my room, listening to music and ignoring the TV, leaving it only to eat in the cafeteria. As promised, Jas phoned me the minute she arrived at her parents' house. She sounded distraught.

"I found out about it because there was a Safety Check on Facebook," she explained. "Some of my friends were going to college or vacationing in Florida! I was very worried for them!"

"Were they…?" I asked.

"They weren't at the nightclub when it happened, but some of their friends or family members were. Many of them were left in critical condition! I told them to send me a message the first chance they could—during the train ride to my parents, my phone was blowing up with texts. They're calling it the second-worst mass murder in our history!"

"Thank goodness you're okay."

"Grandpa was very shaken up. We had to make him some tea," said Jas.

"How's Jake?" I asked.

"He's also shaken up. Before I left, I gave him a big hug and told him that I love him always." Jas sniffled. "How are you holding up?"

"I was numb until I saw it all over the news. We're holding a candlelight vigil later tonight. Wanna come?"

"I'll talk with my parents. They'll probably want to come, too. It all depends on how Grandpa's feeling."

"God help us, Jas," I said before hanging up.

The Smash Mansion is now draped in rainbow flags and ribbons. Sworn enemies are once again united in grief as they face the sobering reminder that hate and bigotry still exist in the modern world. The enemies we face may have dastardly plans we must thwart time and again, but going on shooting rampages and mowing down innocents is one thing they won't do.

The march is about to start; I need to get ready.

Luigi

16 July 2016

Smash Mansion

Dear Diary,

We're still rattled and sobered by the events in Orlando last month. Phone calls and texts have been regularly exchanged between me, Jules, Jackie, Joan and Josh. The Butters have even checked in from time to time. Koopa, Wario and Dorf haven't antagonized people as much, and I've found myself comforting Falco, along with the people who gave me grief over my down throw. I may be upset at them, but they're hurting over this as much as I am. There's probably not a reconciliation on the horizon, but I still want to take the time to comfort them.

In happier news, Jules and Jackie celebrated their 15th anniversary with a trip to Coney Island. It was just the two of them and a day of fun and romance as they screamed their lungs out on rides, ate hot dogs and cheese fries, splashed down flume slides and rode in the Tunnel of Love. Jas, Jake, Josh, Joan and I, along with old friends alike, sent them anniversary cards and gifts. Jackie's always been among my fans, but I never saw Jules fly into a funk over this. Maybe because he and his parents were already friendly with me, but still.

"We're gonna make it to twenty-five," Jules said later that night. "I can feel it!"

"What are you planning for that occasion?" I asked.

"That's top secret, L," laughed Jules. "Besides, best not think too far ahead, right?"

"Right," I said. "Good night, Jules."

As I hung up, I remember watching him grow, just as I'd watched Jas grow. The 8-year-old boy I met while watching Mac qualify for the WVBA was now a 40-year-old husband and father. And he didn't even look a day over 40.

The world is changing, as is everyone around me. But that's what makes the world so special.

Luigi

11 September 2016

Brooklyn, NY

Dear Diary,

The 9/11 Museum was an immersive, minute-by-minute account of the sordid event which shattered our lives fifteen years ago. When we entered the exhibit, we heard voices describing where they were and what they were doing when the news first broke. One exhibit showed newspaper clippings and snippets from the news reports we watched. One big chunk of the building was on display, as well. And we also got to walk through some of the old foundation. There was a computerized world map, and we were able to tap the area closest to where we were from and write an encouraging message.

Josh accompanied us to the museum, declining health be d—ned. He was present during those 102 harrowing minutes, and he wanted to help keep the memory of the fallen alive. After touring the museum, we ate a light lunch and went to the memorial, gazing out over the stone in solemn contemplation. Oddly, Pauline and Stanley didn't join us. In fact, we haven't heard from them in quite a while. I hope they were doing okay.

We stayed at the memorial, immersed in comforting silence, until the sun had nearly set. Then, we all hugged and parted ways.

"Luigi?" called Josh.

I turned, and Josh smiled.

"Thank you," he said.

I smiled back before Mario and I headed to our old apartments.

Luigi

18 October 2016

Evershade Valley

Dear Diary,

On the 15th anniversary of my first ghostly adventure, I brought Josh and his family to Evershade Valley, where they got to fully experience Gadd's work with the paranormal. The valley's ghosts are still doing well; the Dark Moon is still intact. Gadd and Becky set out snacks for us and answered all of Josh's questions, while the ghosts swarmed happily around the new company, a few Slammers giving piggy-back rides to Josh and his brood. Finally, they all got to tour Gadd's Bunker.

"So," said Josh. "This is where it all started."

"It is," I said, a little proudly.

Much later, Josh, Mario and I lay on our backs, blankets snugly wrapped around us, staring up at the Dark Moon.

"I've never seen anything like it," mused Josh. "That actually makes ghosts friendly?"

"These ghosts, at least," I said. "Before then, I thought that all ghosts were out to get people. But I shouldn't judge a book by its cover, should I?"

"No," said Josh. "You should always keep your mind wide open. You'll never know what'll find its way in."

Mario and I chuckled.

"When I was at King Boo's mercy," said Mario, "and I thought my game was gonna end, I was thinking of only one person. Only one—and it wasn't even Peach. It was you, Luigi. Even three years ago, when I was completely immobilized, I could think about and dream of you. I was confident that you'd defeat King Boo and come get me. And that's why I wasn't afraid. Okay, I was a little afraid, but I wasn't afraid for myself—I was afraid for you. But when I saw you keep on fighting in a mysterious dimension, that fear vanished, too."

"Your brother's a good man, Mario," said Josh. "Don't ever forget that."

"I won't," said Mario.

"Promise me—you'll look after Jules and Jas," Josh said after a while. "Both are entering very significant periods in their lives. Jules is approaching his middle years, about to experience the ups and downs of his child becoming an adult. He's gonna walk Jas down the aisle, hold a grandchild or two and navigate her through the newfound privileges and responsibilities of adulthood. And what if Jas winds up with a broken heart? I need you to help them through the things I went through." He slid his hand over mine. "Don't let anything bad happen to my son and granddaughter when I'm gone."

"Don't worry, Josh," I said softly. "You're in good hands."

"And another thing," said Josh. "You and Mario need to look after each other, depend on each other, communicate with each other. Mario's a part of you, and you're a part of him. You two are a team, a dream team—the Mushroom Kingdom's last, best and only line of defense against Koopa and his forces. There will be days when you can barely stand each other, but at the end of the day, you have each other's best interests at heart. Promise me—you won't let an argument tear you apart. Promise me."

"I promise," I said.

"I promise," echoed Mario.

Josh sighed deeply, as if a great weight was lifted from his shoulders. "Now I can finally rest," he murmured.

Eventually, Gadd, Becky and the Butters joined us, armed with their own blankets, and we all sat in a circle, eating hot dogs and s'mores, telling stories and jokes. A big smile was on Josh's face, and he appeared less fatigued and weary. It seemed that my old friend was now at peace.

Luigi

19 October 2016

Brooklyn, NY

Dear Diary,

We'd slept over in Gadd's Bunker, as there were plenty of guestrooms for all of us. I'd glanced out the window, the twinkling stars and the ghosts playing together lulling me to sleep. This morning, I awoke to muffled shouts and broken sobs. As the grogginess left me, I recognized Julian's voice, causing my breath to catch in my chest.

Josh, I realized.

I wrestled into my clothes and raced into the hallway, where Jas was huddled in Joan and Jackie's arms. The ladies' eyes were red-rimmed, and Jas's lips were trembling. In their looks, I saw everything.

"Oh, no…" I said. "Josh…"

"He's not breathing!" sobbed Jas. "Dad's in there, trying to help him!"

I started to say something, but was cut off by an ambulance siren.

"Stay here," I commanded as I went to the Bunker's entrance. A team of EMTs charged forward, carrying a stretcher between them.

"He's inside," I said as I directed them toward Josh's room. I didn't go in, though. I didn't want to see him like that.

At the EMTs' request, Jules stumbled out, sweaty and haggard. "Oh, my God," he said. "Please—I'm not ready. I'm just not ready."

Joan wrapped her arms around him, cradling his head against her chest as if he was a child. "It's all right," she said gently.

I heard the EMTs gamely trying to save Josh's life, but I already knew, as he must've known last night. It was over. My eyes met Mario's as he arrived on the scene, and a saddened expression crossed his face. We tried to brace ourselves for the inevitable. We tried to be ready.

But we're never ready for such things.

Somberly, the lead EMT stepped out of Josh's room. We all turned and looked at her. And then we knew.

"I'm sorry," she said.

Joan pressed her hands against her mouth, sobs shaking her frame as she absorbed the fact that her husband, the man she'd spent most of her adult life with, had passed on. Jules lowered his head as it sank in that his old man had departed this earth. And Jas broke down as she realized that never again would her grandfather spoil her or serve as parental override.

Slowly, I took off my cap and bowed my head, tears racing down my cheeks. I felt Mario slide his arms around me.

And then my knees gave out, and then I was in Mario's arms, crying for one of my longtime friends.

We joined Josh's surviving family as they were reduced to sobbing wrecks on the Bunker floor. At one point, we were aware of Gadd, Becky, Grace and her family walking in on us, the elderly Professor shielding Jas with his body as the EMTs wheeled out Josh's still form, on a stretcher and covered in a white sheet.

I went over to Jules and Jas, draping an arm around each of them, honoring my promise to Josh. "We're gonna be okay," I hiccupped, trying to be strong. "We're gonna be okay."

Becky escorted all of us to Brooklyn, where we dropped off Joan, Jules, Jackie and Jas at their homes before heading to our apartment. Following a shower and a change of clothes, we met up with the grieving family and began the taxing but necessary process of making arrangements.

Josh would have a direct-to-burial service, where he'd be laid to rest in the family plot. Per his wishes, we'd then send him off with a party, rather than an expensive funeral. The service would be held next week, and Master Hand has agreed to excuse us from the tournament for a month, to give us time to mourn.

I honestly don't know if a month will be enough.

Luigi

26 October 2016

Brooklyn, NY

Dear Diary,

Josh was given a wonderful send-off. A procession of limousines whisked me, Mario and the surviving family to the cemetery, where we all sat under a canopy. A team of pallbearers carried Josh's casket in and set it on a stone slab in front of us. It was ivory marble, decorated with wreaths of lily and baby's breath.

A pastor led us in prayer, and then committed Josh's body to the earth. Joan was given a bouquet of flowers, while the rest of us was each given a rose. Then, Josh's widow walked over to the casket and whispered a few words before Jules and Jackie joined her. They placed a few bottles of Gatorade, a headband, and a Walkman radio on the casket before heading back to their limo. I stood at Josh's casket for a few minutes before reaching into my pocket and placing a Star and a Fire Flower onto it.

"You can rest now, Josh," I said. "We'll be all right."

Then, I turned and made my way to join the family.

Two hours later, we all celebrated Josh's life at his and Joan's house. His most frequent gym clients were in attendance, and Little Mac also attended, alongside Doc. Joan, Jules, Jackie and Jas shared their fondest memories of him, and then, I went up and talked about Josh's reliability as a confidant and all of the times he gave me advice. I credited him with helping me stabilize my personal and professional relationships and acting as a constant in my life, even as I went from a regular Giuseppe to a protector of a fantasyland.

"I'll never forget what Josh did for me," I said, "and I know that even though he's no longer with us, I'll continue to feel his presence."

The rest of the attendees said a few words, and then we toasted to Josh and shared a solemn meal. I bore up well until I returned to my apartment and saw a picture of me with Josh and his family. Then, I fell onto the bed and cried. I guess it finally hit me for the first time that he was gone.

Godspeed, Josh. I'll never forget what you've done for me.

Luigi

8 November 2016

MK

Dear Diary,

I've spent my time helping Joan and Jules settle Josh's estate, and it's only a glaring reminder of his passing. In the interim, my fellow Smashers have sent me well-wishes and sympathy cards. It helps, but not much. I miss Josh's face, beaming at me, as I walked through the gym doors. I miss his mad dash for his phone to call Mario and tell him, "I've got him." And I'll miss seeing him in the stands when I return to the tournaments, his voice carrying over the other voices and spurring me on.

I was at home, watching a program on TV, when it started to rain. It was a gentle rain, the drops soft against the windowpane and whispering against the grass. I aimed my remote at the TV and turned it off before putting on my coat and going outside. The raindrops left light kisses on my forehead and cheeks, and I tilted back my head and closed my eyes, allowing them to land on my eyelashes, eyelids and nose. A slow smile stretched across my face.

And then I began to dance.

Laughing as the droplets continued to fall onto my face and through my hair, I danced and spun and twirled in the rain. Because to me, this was no ordinary rain. This was a sign from Josh, watching me from the heavens, reminding me of the lessons he'd imparted. Reminding me that despite the grief and loss and strife, there was still so much to be grateful for. I was grateful for my friends in Brooklyn, in the MK and in the Smash tournament. I was grateful for Becky, Gadd and Grace. I was grateful for Mario, grateful for Peach and grateful for Daisy. And I was grateful for—well, being grateful, present and here. Here, in the gentle November rain, I began to play the grateful game once more—for myself and in Josh's memory, as he was the one who taught me how to play it.

Outside my house, in my front yard, as Thanksgiving fast approached, I was literally—and figuratively—dancing in the rain.

Luigi


Please R&R.