Behold, if you will, the Final Destination.
It hovers in the Null. It is an octagonal platform of a purplish color. Bisecting the platform is something that looks like an airplane runway, though it is difficult to imagine what kind of preternatural aircraft from the imagination of H.P. Lovecraft would land here. There was also an odd sort of transparent lightning bolt design.
Attached to the bottom of the platform were several odd prongs that surrounded a black orb, which resembled a dark sun. From the bottom of the orb, a thin ray of white light extended as far as the eye could see.
And in the Null, some of the eyes can see a very long ways indeed.
In the middle of the Final Destination, almost a score of figures appeared. Most of them were strangers, but some of them recognized each other.
"Bowser! What are you pulling this time?" yelled Mario as he espied his nemesis in the crowd.
"Don't try that with me, plumber boy!" the King of the Koopas retorted. "You're responsible for this and you know it!" The two approached each other and began to snarl, but before they could exchange blows, the shimmering blade of a sword was lowered inbetween them.
"There's no need to fight," said the sword's wielder, a young man dressed in green with pointy ears. "We should try and figure out how to get out of here."
"I'm only mildly impressed by your attempt at diplomacy, Link," muttered a graceful looking young lady, "Seeing as how you needed your sword."
"Excuuuuuuse me, princess."
Perhaps recognizing in one another kindred spirits, Fox, Samus, and Captain Falcon looked at one another and shook their heads.
"None of you shall be leaving until I so wish it."
The voice was loud and deep. It gave a sense of command and authority, and above all else, power. Oh yes...power.
The group whirled as one. Suspended in the air behind them was a large white glove. "What the--?!" everyone began, though not everyone stopped there.
"Allow me to introduce myself. Although I have no true name as you mortals would understand it, you may call me the Master Hand, for that describes me as well as any moniker could." The self-described Master Hand seemed to have no discernible mouth. This worried them.
"Why have you brought us here?" asked Peach, stepping forward a bit.
"For one purpose. So that you may battle one another. I have grown bored, and so you shall entertain me."
"And what makes you think we'll cooperate?"
The glove snapped its fingers. Pictures (or were they windows in space-time?) appeared next to it. "Behold. Your residences. The Mushroom Kingdom. The Koopa Kingdom. Hyrule. The Galactic Federation. Internova. Eagleland. The Lylat System. Pop Star. Kanto. The Infinite Glacier. DK Island. Yoshi's Island. If you do not choose to cooperate, then I shall devastate these charming locales, and destroy all living beings in them. And I have the power to do so; of this there is no doubt. If any of you choose not to fight, speak up now."
There was a pause. None of them said a word, not even Pikachu.
"Excellent. Now...I shall explain the rules."
It hovers in the Null. It is an octagonal platform of a purplish color. Bisecting the platform is something that looks like an airplane runway, though it is difficult to imagine what kind of preternatural aircraft from the imagination of H.P. Lovecraft would land here. There was also an odd sort of transparent lightning bolt design.
Attached to the bottom of the platform were several odd prongs that surrounded a black orb, which resembled a dark sun. From the bottom of the orb, a thin ray of white light extended as far as the eye could see.
And in the Null, some of the eyes can see a very long ways indeed.
In the middle of the Final Destination, almost a score of figures appeared. Most of them were strangers, but some of them recognized each other.
"Bowser! What are you pulling this time?" yelled Mario as he espied his nemesis in the crowd.
"Don't try that with me, plumber boy!" the King of the Koopas retorted. "You're responsible for this and you know it!" The two approached each other and began to snarl, but before they could exchange blows, the shimmering blade of a sword was lowered inbetween them.
"There's no need to fight," said the sword's wielder, a young man dressed in green with pointy ears. "We should try and figure out how to get out of here."
"I'm only mildly impressed by your attempt at diplomacy, Link," muttered a graceful looking young lady, "Seeing as how you needed your sword."
"Excuuuuuuse me, princess."
Perhaps recognizing in one another kindred spirits, Fox, Samus, and Captain Falcon looked at one another and shook their heads.
"None of you shall be leaving until I so wish it."
The voice was loud and deep. It gave a sense of command and authority, and above all else, power. Oh yes...power.
The group whirled as one. Suspended in the air behind them was a large white glove. "What the--?!" everyone began, though not everyone stopped there.
"Allow me to introduce myself. Although I have no true name as you mortals would understand it, you may call me the Master Hand, for that describes me as well as any moniker could." The self-described Master Hand seemed to have no discernible mouth. This worried them.
"Why have you brought us here?" asked Peach, stepping forward a bit.
"For one purpose. So that you may battle one another. I have grown bored, and so you shall entertain me."
"And what makes you think we'll cooperate?"
The glove snapped its fingers. Pictures (or were they windows in space-time?) appeared next to it. "Behold. Your residences. The Mushroom Kingdom. The Koopa Kingdom. Hyrule. The Galactic Federation. Internova. Eagleland. The Lylat System. Pop Star. Kanto. The Infinite Glacier. DK Island. Yoshi's Island. If you do not choose to cooperate, then I shall devastate these charming locales, and destroy all living beings in them. And I have the power to do so; of this there is no doubt. If any of you choose not to fight, speak up now."
There was a pause. None of them said a word, not even Pikachu.
"Excellent. Now...I shall explain the rules."