Mario stepped out into the bright sunlight. It was high noon. The utter blackness of the interior of his dark and somewhat damp mushroom home clashed awfully with the brightness of the hot sun. Mario was blinded, only for a second, he is superhuman after all.
As he basked in the sun and felt the hot grass beneath his bare feet, Mario pondered. What stuff has truly happened at Mario's house? what has become of his life? He used to be a hero. He used to save Princess Peach from the castle and save the day. Not anymore. Mario spends his days being narrated by a 13 year old boy doing the most ridiculous and outlandish stuff.
He stopped. Mario found himself in an empty field. The sky was bare, not a cloud in sight. The sky was oddly sun bleached, a very light blue. As he gazed into the horizon, he suddenly felt the weight in his pocket, a gun. Mario was shocked by this, he did not recall placing that there. Mario too hold of the polished black steel and looked it over. An idea came into his mind.
Luigi had finally finished tending to his lovely vegetable garden in the backyard of his shared home with Mario. He stepped over the knee-high fence and observed Mario far off into the distance. "What's he holding?" Luigi muttered out loud. As he slowly walked closer to get a better look, it was far too late.
The gun shot echoed for what seemed like miles. Luigi fell to his knees.
"Why, Mario? Why would you drop the gun so recklessly like that? It scared me so badly."
Luigi had peed himself. Mario laughed.
Mario approached his brother, visibly shaking and trying frivolously to hide his freshly soiled overalls. "You absolute idiot, Luigi. I don't care that you got scared. I only wish that you had gotten more scared. I am better than you, Luigi. Better in every way. Never forget that."
Mario stomped away.
Luigi cried.
