A/N: As part of a new thing that I'm doing, I'll (try to) respond to all of my reviews (unless it's really weird, like join a boy band). If there are any anonymous reviews/guest reviews, I'll post my response at the end of each chapter. If you could, just come up with a quick name for yourself so I don't have to address you as Guest #1 or something like that.
It has been brought to my attention that most of you have probably never played Advance Wars, so just to avoid confusion, here's some basic terminology so you don't get confused. For those of you who don't know, Advance Wars is made by the same developer as Fire Emblem. So obviously the game is awesome.
Advance Wars Terminology (with writer's commentary):
Wars World: The world of Advance Wars. Creative budget was low.
Orange Star, Blue Moon, Green Earth, Yellow Comet: The four main countries of Wars World that also happen to go to war with each other. On Wars World. Go figure.
CO: Commanding Officer; the character you use to fight whatever battle you are fighting in, like Andy or Jake or Will. Imagine them like Smashers but useless.
CO Power: Each CO has a custom power that helps their troops, such as repairing them or adding extra damage. In Advance Wars: Days of Ruin, the CO system is changed to a range based thing that's super weird. As long as your units are in that range, they receive extra boosts.
Rubinelle and Lazuria: Rivaling countries. Although it is never said that they are on Wars World, I'm saying they are for the sake of the story.
Cosmo Land, Omega Land: Continents in Wars World. As if it was going to be on Popstar.
That should be all. If there is anything else, I'll add it to this list later. Oh yeah, one last thing...
Chapter Two: Welcome to 2020
"FIRE!"
The battleship blew up, sending enormous pieces of metal crashing to the ground. Cheers could be heard throughout the War Worlds Army. Captain Brenner of the 12th Battalion leaned back in his command chair, relieved at their victory.
"Great job, captain!" Will smiled, patting him on the back. "We've got Greyfield on the run now!"
"God bless the Steel Diver." Andy, the hero of Cosmo Land, said as he came out from the engine room. Placing his signature wrench on his right shoulder, he leaned back on the engine room door. "I can't believe we took down Greyfield's whole fleet with just a few bikes and this sub."
"The war's not over yet." Olaf, commander of Blue Moon said grimly, smoothing out his fur-lined winter coat. His Russian Hat covered his eyes and his face was expressionless. "He still has another fleet inbound. We've got to prepare."
"Let's not focus in that now," said Brenner as he wiped a bit of perspiration from his brow. "Intel says it's a couple of days away, and we just won an impossible battle. Let's sit back and celebrate, shall we?"
"I agree." Grit, a tall Blue Moon CO agreed, popping a piece of gum into his mouth. His yellow trench coat and hat covered his black hair. As he spoke he scratched his goatee. "It's been a long day, and quite frankly I'm tired."
"You're always tired, Grit." Max, a huge muscular blue-haired man from Orange Star joked, elbowing him in the gut. Grit cringed in pain, half-laughing and half-crying.
"The submarine has surfaced," The plump Green Earth naval officer Drake announced, taking off his headset and looking at Brenner. "What are your orders, sir?"
The crew turned to look at their leader in expectation.
Brenner coughed, half-laughing. "Let's go check out our new territory."
.o0O0o.
"This used to be known as Smash Mansion, ya know," Grit said, looking over at Brenner as they patrolled the ruined halls of the mansion. Columns of marble were toppled over along the path. The walls that once upheld the glory of the mansion center were split in half, only a whisper of their former purpose. Half broken statues and long dead topiaries scattered about the ruins. "Hot battles, cool tech, and apparently some of the nicest living quarters you could ever imagine. Sounds like the place to be." He crossed his arms over the front of his yellow trench coat, solemnly chewing his gum.
"I always admired this place." Brenner agreed, putting his hands in the pockets of his time-worn Rubinelle uniform. "They seemed to have it made."
"Yeah." Grit looked to his right. "That right there was the dining hall. Still got that massive table. I'm surprised no one took 'er yet." The table, though split down the middle and covered in dirt and fragments of rock, was still an awe-inspiring reminder of what was once here.
"The true question is how would they get that out of there."
"True that." Grit walked towards the huge table, admiring the chandelier still hanging overhead. "After all the bombin', the missiles, the tanks, the mechs, and the grenades, you think that thing would've fallen down by now. I mean, look at that massive hole!" He pointed to the tank-sized hole in the wall.
"I guess." Brenner sighed. "This place reminds me of before Greyfield attacked."
"Oh..." Grit pulled up one of the rotted chairs scattered about the room, and sat down. "I was sleepin' in my tent near the Ice Mountain relaxin' when Captain Syrup attacked, but yer probably tired of that story. Do you mind reminiscing with me? I've never heard 'bout when Greyfield came to Smash City."
Brenner looked around for another chair, but settled for a sizable marble chunk instead. "Sure."
"Cool man." Grit leaned back in his chair. Instantly, the wooden chair exploded into splinters of wood, sending Grit flying to the floor. Brenner laughed as the man stumbled to get back up, trying to be inconspicuous.
"Don't mind me." Grit fumbled for words, trying to find his balance. "Just- just keep telling yer story."
"Alright then," Brenner chuckled. Then his expression got dark.
"I was one of the few men stationed at Smash City. It was the prime event of the decade, with Super Smash Bros Four coming out. Rubinelle told me to keep watch while the Smashers celebrated. Master Hand was paying Rubinelle a fortune for defense, and we knew it. I was just happy to be away from the war and stationed somewhere quaint and peaceful." He laced his fingers together, setting them beneath his chin, as he recalled the day. "Then Greyfield attacked out of the blue. He marched straight past our defenses and pushed my men down as if they were dominos. Even with my CO power, my strength wasn't great enough to fight back. The next thing I knew, Greyfield had destroyed Smash Mansion. He took the survivors captive and sold them to other villains. Then he created this hellhole. I met up with some of the other COs a bit later, and here we are..." Brenner heaved a sigh as he sat up properly. "And I'm sure you know the rest."
Grit stared at Brenner for a good minute, long enough to make the captain uncomfortable. Then he spoke.
"I'm sorry, what?" Grit shook his head. "I mighta spaced out. Can you repeat that?"
"..." Brenner sighed. "Really…"
"Hehe..." Grit scratched the back of his head. "Sorry."
"So..." The captain coughed.
"So..."
"Do you know how it's going on the western front?"
"Rachel's doing well." Grit said with another sigh. "More of a tanker, though."
"I'm just surprised that Nell died." Brenner noted. "She was as tough as nails."
"Yeah..." Grit flinched, as if Brenner had punched him in the face. "Always... Always thought she could make it through anything."
"To think, we have the greatest minds in all of Wars World fighting the same enemy, and we can't win because we don't have the manpower." Brenner shook his head. "More people like Nell die every day for the right thing, but their sacrifice isn't enough..." The captain looked up at the sky. "I hate this war. You know as well as I do that we're losing. No one's willing to help us..."
"Hey," Grit sat down next to the captain. "You've always said when there's life there's hope. We're still here. We can help. As long as there are good fellers like you and I in the world... well, I reckon we'll do just fine."
They sat in silence, lost in thought. Captain Brenner absentmindedly took out his ray gun, and began to polish it. He never wanted to be leader of the War Worlds Army. It had been a total accident. At first, he was just commanding until someone higher took over. However, it became apparent that after leading campaign after campaign, the higher authority never came to relieve him of his position. After one such mission during a particularly destructive battle, he had discovered that everyone of higher rank were dead. Nell had taken command, promoting Brenner to General of the Eastern Frontier before she died. Now he was head of everything: General of the Army. He hated that title. It was too flashy in his opinion, so he stuck with captain. It was suiting after all he had been through, especially with Greyfield.
After his world, Wars World, had ended due to meteor strikes destroying ninety-nine percent of the population, Brenner had set up the last survivors in Rubinelle, his home country, to the the 12th Battalion. Eventually, they stumbled upon Admiral Greyfield and his New Rubinelle Army. They had a shaky alliance; they had quarreled about things many times before, but eventually Brenner betrayed Greyfield after the admiral senselessly slaughtered the surrendering commander of Lazuria, their rival country. Making the ultimate sacrifice, Brenner had moved himself and a few brave souls to an abandoned city while the rest of the 12th Battalion fled. Greyfield, the madman that he was, destroyed his Medium Tank, and to everyone else Brenner died that day. Somehow, he had been able to make it home.
The event had taken its toll on him. Survivors regret had plagued him with numerous nightmares, and he had wanted to do nothing but spend his days at home, counting the shadows. How had he been the one to survive, when so many others had been lost? If it wasn't for the need to rebuild a sanctuary for the civilian survivors, he would have been lost to his own inner demons.
Will, his protégée and good friend, had rebuilt Rubinelle in his absence and Lyn, Brenner's close friend and second in command, had shot Greyfield at point-blank. After two years of peace, they discovered that their world was uninhabitable as more meteors began to strike. Reluctantly, they left, seeking refuge on the World of Trophies. Master Hand took pity on them and, with his immense power he rebuilt their continent so they could live peacefully. Eventually, the rest of the Wars World survivors sought refuge on the World of Trophies. That's when Brenner and his group met the other COs, the heroes of Cosmo and Omega Land. Quickly, they had become friends, and soon united into the country of Neo Rubinelle.
Then Greyfield somehow came back from the dead and ruined everything.
"There you guys are!" Max chucked, from a bit further up where Grit and Brenner were seated. From the crazy way that he walked, it was obvious that the bodybuilder was drunk. "Where have you been? It's a party over in the west wing! Olaf found the wine cellar," he said with a hiccup. "-And I found a-" He stopped, mouth gaping open.
"A what?" Grit turned to look at him. "Oh shucks..."
Looking down, Max's eyes opened in shock as a bullet ripped right through his chest. Falling to his knees, he lifted his head to look at Grit, then Brenner. "Well, not how I expected to go." His lids drooped, and he fell to the ground, dead.
"Max!" Grit shouted. He drew his weapon, prepared to defend himself if necessary.
Behind him was a vulpine, holding his gun where Max had once stood. Next to him, an Avian smiled, his hand on his own weapon. Brenner and Grit fell back, taking cover behind their rock.
"Star Fox. Shucks." Grit clenced his teeth. "I hate Star Fox."
"Greyfield wants you dead, Brenner." Fox called out in a sing-song voice. "And the rest of your resistance, too. Although I have to say, they didn't put up much of a fight."
"Hey, I was going to say that!" Falco grumbled, punching Fox in the shoulder.
"Well I just killed a man." Fox retorted with a glare. "I should get to say the awesome line."
"Sorry!" Falco held his hands up like it didn't matter. "I thought serving our mighty King Greyfield was equal opportunity employment with mutual benefits, but apparently we can't share evil lines."
"Why does it-" Fox put his face in his free hand. "Who cares? Let's kill these last two and get this over with."
"On the count of three, run." Brenner ordered Grit as the former Smashers bickered. "I'll cover you."
"No way man." Grit whispered back. "I'm a better aim than you. You run, and I'll cover yer ass."
"This isn't a time to argue!" Brenner said firmly. He whiped out his pocket knife and handed it to Grit. "Use this just in case. Get to the Steel Diver and get the hell out of here. Now run!"
Brenner pulled out his ray gun and started firing at Fox. He and Falco immediately took cover, and shot after him. Grit held onto his hat and ran as fast as he could as he tried to avoid the lasers.
"I already miss machine guns!" Grit complained, avoiding a shot. He dove into a massive crater and ducked down.
"That's right, run!" Fox screamed after Grit. "Whimp!"
"Really? Whimp?" Falco scolded the vulpine. "You could have said anything, and you call him a whimp? What are we, two years-old?"
"What do you think I should have said?" Fox shot back.
"Coward? Bastard? Anything else?"
"I'm sorry that we're all not quite the linguist you are. Now shut up so I can concentrate on killing this 'whimp' you all great and knowing 'bastard.'"
"Look at that, the hero of the Lylat System can't even multitask. Welcome to the twenty-first century Grandma!"
"God, even when you've been brainwashed you're a jerk."
As they quarreled, Brenner tried reloading, only to find himself out of ammo. Gathering his courage, he made a mad dash from the marble rock, to find cover in a safer spot. Fox sighed, watching him scramble away.
"I got this." He said, firing his gun at the captain. It missed, hitting the huge table.
"A baby could hit him!" Falco complained, shooting at Brenner without looking. The captain fell to the ground with a wound in his thigh.
"Well gee," Fox said sarcastically, "I guess I should be thankful."
"I hate you so much right now." Falco mumbled.
"You know it." Fox looked at Brenner and then the hole. "I'll take care of him; you go find the runaway."
"I shot him!" Falco whined. "I should kill him! You're just trying to get the glory!"
"Chain of command, sucker." Fox smirked. "Now hurry up."
"Chain of Demand is more like it," Falco mumbled, holstering his pistol and chasing after Grit. Fox whistled, holstering his own gun as he walked over to the writhing Brenner.
"Good bounty on your head, too," Fox whistled, pulling out his pocketknife. "Your whole crew, in fact. Got them all dead in my hold. And now to finish the collection." He now loomed over the captain's injured body, smiling like a madman. "Praise the glory of Greyfiel-"
Like a flash, Brenner leaped up, upper-cutting Fox in the face. Startled, the vulpine fell back, dropping his knife. Without hesitation, Brenner kicked the knife away before leaping on top of Fox.
"You're going to pay!" Brenner yelled, punching Fox repeatedly in the stomach. The vulpine howled in pain.
"Not before your head!" Fox kicked the captain back with his legs. The captain flew backwards, landing on his back.
"What does that even mean?" Brenner asked, coughing as he stood up.
"My bills." Fox explained nonchalantly. "You know, the bounty—screw this." He whipped out his pistol and fired. Brenner side-stepped, kicking the pistol out of Fox's hand with his bad leg. Both cried out in pain, but Fox was the first to recover, quickly preparing his Fire Fox.
"If I'm going to die, let's burn together!" Fox yelled, rushing at Brenner. The captain barely leaped out of the way, just getting singed by the flames.
"Damn it!" Brenner cried out, falling to the ground. Fox leaped forward in attempt to stomp the captain. Barely, Brenner rolled out of the way. Grabbing Fox's leg, he pulled it from under him. Fox fell in shock. Brenner tried punching him, but Fox reacted quickly, rolling out of the way.
"You're as good as they say." Fox grunted as they both stood up. Brenner eyed Fox's knife, lying in a rock pile.
"Ditto." Brenner said, slowly limping towards the knife. Fox had spotted it too.
"Thanks." Fox joked, wiping his bloody lip.
"You're welcom-" Brenner dove for the knife. Fox leaped forward, trying to grab it from him. Both captains tussled on the ground, desperately trying to grab it from each other. Quickly, Fox grabbed a rock and slammed it into Brenner's head. The captain screamed in pain, dropping the knife. Fox picked it up. With all of his strength, Fox tried to stab Brenner. The captain grabbed the vulpine's arm in a desperate attempt to stop him.
"Usually when I hit people with rocks they go unconscious!" Fox complained, pushing down as hard as he could.
"People do say I'm thick-headed." Brenner head-butted Fox, startling him. Quickly, he kicked his fellow captain off of him. Fox landed hard, groaning as his body made impact.
"Now what?" Brenner asked, standing up.
"I got a knife." Fox responded, getting up as well. Brenner grunted, picking up a leg of Grit's broken chair.
"No fair!" Fox said as he charged. "You have a club!"
"You had a gun!" Brenner retorted, blocking a knife stab. He countered with a blow to the head.
"Yeah, so did you!" said Fox, quickly recovering. He punched Brenner in the stomach, pushing him back. The captain had no time to recover as Fox used a meteor smash, sending him flying in the air. As he landed, Brenner dropped the club and started coughing. Slowly, he tried reaching toward his weapon.
"Not so fast!" Fox said with a smirk, kicking the captain square in the chest. Brenner cried out in intense pain, sliding across the floor straight into the leg of the table. Coughing, he tried getting up, but to no avail. His sternum was badly bruised.
"Got ya now, you dirty rat." Fox grinned, picking him up. Brenner had no chance as Fox threw him across the table. He groaned as he slid, knocking into the silverware and plates that were still on it. His body slid to a hault in the middle of the table, Fox jumped on top of the surface, and rushed over before Brenner could get up. Smiling, he grabbed him by the scruff of his jacket.
"This death is going to be painfully slow." Fox spat, holding his knife to the captain's face. "Any last words?"
Dazed, the captain could make out a giant gaping hole just beyond Fox's right shoulder. Squinting, he murmured "What the heck is that..."
Fox frowned. "What's that supposed to-"
Suddenly, there was a large explosion, sending dust and rocks flying everywhere. Fox gaped in horror, dropping Brenner. The captain grunted as he hit the table, eyes wide. Fox stared at Brenner with a look of pure hatred before falling down, dead. Two large bullet holes were buried in his back. Brenner quickly grabbed a butter knife from the table just to have something to defend himself. As he looked at the source of the bullets, he weakly held up the knife as he stared at a mysterious white figure. It was holding a giant brown sack, and as it hovered in place it started shaking. Finally, it spoke.
"I'm not going to lie, I was aiming for you," Crazy Hand said sheepishly "But hey, now we can carpool! I call shotgun!"
.o0O0o.
A man and an oversized hand awkwardly drove through the desolate Smash City in a red minivan. The city had been destroyed after the attack six years earlier. There was fire burning everywhere and cars that were broken down were left abandoned in the street. Buildings lay wasted around them, some even collapsed. Occasionally a sketchy thug could be seen patrolling the streets, looking for a harmless bystander to rob or a rival gang member to fight. Some brave souls remained in the City of Smash after the attack all those years ago. It was obvious that the city needed repairs, but Greyfield wasn't the helping type unless he was helping himself.
Luckily, the tinted windows prevented anyone from seeing them, but Brenner still felt uneasy next to the Hand of Destruction. After all, he was part of the same group who had ditched the universe for some unknown reason. Brenner wasn't angry at them, just disappointed. After all they did for him, rebuilding Rubinelle, saving the World from Tabuu, they just ditched everybody just like that... He didn't understand it at all. At least Crazy Hand let him drive; Captain Brenner wouldn't have trusted the Hand of Destruction to drive him anywhere.
Finally, Crazy said, "You fight foxes much, or is this a recent pastime? You should contact your doctor if symptoms last for more than four hours, you know."
"Umm... no." Brenner responded, tightening his grip on Fox's gun. He had taken it for defense, and it was useful that it happened to be of the variety that didn't run out of bullets.
"Cool." Crazy Hand patted a giant sack he had brought with him. "Just collecting old tokens. How's life? Where are your friends?"
"Fox killed them all." deadpanned Brenner, trying to keep focused on the road.
"Cool." Crazy Hand looked out the window. "I killed a man once. Just ten minutes ago. Take a right here."
"Okay." said Brenner.
"Why are you being so quiet? I mean, sure I tried to kill you, but hey, you're driving the Scrubby Goo Machine! And who doesn't want to drive the Scrubby Goo Machine?"
"It's Scooby Doo."
"What were you raised on?" Crazy Hand snorted. "Wait a time unit, are you angry because Master Hand and I ditched the city and left everyone to die a horrible and painful death, because I'll be honest, that wasn't my call. If it was up to me, we would have never left and everyone would still have to suffer a horrible and painful death together!"
"...Yes."
"Cool. OH WAIT! THAT'S MY STOP!"
"Argh!" Brenner made a hard u-turn, turning the car around. They now faced a mansion, guarded by a golden gate. Brenner had seen this old thing thousands of times, but he never took a particular interest in it. The manor stood in the center of Smash City. Old and decaying, it looked ominous even in the broad daylight. The dark unrecognizable paint was peeling off the house, trying in vain to escape the monstrosity of the shack. The holes in the roof revealed the rotten oak wood beams that hid behind it, supporting what little of the canopy remained. Planks of grey old wood stuck out of the house like sticks in a pile: jagged and broken and dangerous. Dark trees loomed around it, as if they were reaching hands, trying to grasp anything that passed by. Nonchalantly, Crazy Hand started whistling, getting out of the vehicle.
"I'll just open the gate and let you in." He said casually. Shooting a laser beam from his pointer finger, he cut open a van-shaped hole in the bars and got back in. "It's much nicer on the inside, I promise! It's like skinny jeans: once you're in them, it's impossible to leave…or so I've heard. I don't wear pants!"
"..." Brenner didn't know how to respond to that.
.o0O0o.
Surprisingly, Crazy was right. The spacious inside was absolutely astonishing. The walls and staircase were all polished oak with a warm dark brown finish. A massive crystal chandelier was in the foyer, illuminating the dark corners of the mansion with brilliant cut crystal, casting a delicate rainbow of color as it caught the light. Past the foyer, there was a bit of a step up to the main room, where a red, lush carpet had been placed beneath soft leather couches and an equally impressive coffee table. At the sight of it, Brenner dropped his bag, absolutely mesmerized by the beautiful manor.
"Master Hand created a force-field-hologram-voodoo-witchcraft thing around the place." Crazy explained. "It drives people away from it because it looks like Luigi's Mansion. In reality, it's in perfect condition. Just wait till you see my bidet!"
"Uh... No thanks?" Brenner guessed.
"Ahh... One second." Crazy Hand straightened himself. "MASTER HAND! I BROUGHT A GUEST!"
"Crazy, I told you to stop yelling so much." Master Hand's voice echoed throughout the manor.
"But my voice sounds much more ominous this way!" Crazy protested.
"And I told you- wait, a guest?" Master Hand rushed out of one of the upstairs doors. Age had treated him well, for he looked the same as always: white glove immaculate."What's the meaning of this?"
"I robbed the Smash Mansion!" Crazy said proudly.
"...What? Who's your friend? I swear we've met before."
"Captain Brenner of the Neo Rubinelle military sir." Brenner introduced himself, trying to be cautious. "I'm head of the Wars World Army."
"I'm Master Hand." The Hand of Creation needlessly introduced himself. Angrily, the hand turned towards his brother. "Crazy! What have I told you about bringing strangers to the mansion!"
"It's our safe house and no one else's." Crazy grumbled.
"What were you even doing outside the mansion anyway? I told you we can never leave!"
"But it's your birthday!" Crazy protested. "I had to get you something! And look, I got you some presents!" He held up the sack.
Then it hit Master Hand. "...Is it really that time of year?"
"Of course! I would never forget your birthday, bro." Crazy Hand opened his bag and started shuffling through. "Look what I got you! Here's some fancy wine I found!"
"We're hands, we can't drink wine." Master Hand pointed out.
"Well... I also got this rock!" Crazy Hand pulled out a piece of the former Smash Mansion wall.
"I appreciate the thought Crazy, but you risked our lives to just get some things we already have," Master Hand said bluntly. "I know it's my birthday, but I rather have my brother than some wine or some rocks.
Crazy Hand looked depressed. "I guess you don't want the silverware or the china or the Smasher trophies or the mussels or the shiny piece of glass or the-"
"Wait, what was that?"
"Mussels?" Crazy Hand looked excited. "I got a lot of those off the shore!"
"Still can't eat Cra- wait, no, I mean, did you say Smasher trophies?"
"Oh, just some junk I found in the wine cellar." Crazy Hand threw them out of his bag carelessly. "Who would want-"
"Crazy!" Master Hand leaped over the balcony and hugged his brother in a tight squeeze. "This is the greatest gift you could have ever given me!"
"Are those really-" asked Brenner, looking at the golden trophies in both fear and awe.
"Heavens to Betsy they are!" Master Hand cried out. "I take it all back Crazy! You're stupid idea worked! Thank you so much!"
Crazy was confused for a second, but then, puffing himself out, he said in a deep voice, "Of course I planned this! Happy birthday, to the greatest hand shaped bro in the universe!"
"Let's reactive them and see what happens!" Master Hand hit the base of the nearest trophy. The room was immediately lit up with a bright white light as it came to life.
The newly revived trophy stood there, gasping for air like a madman before collapsing. Quickly, Master Hand grabbed him. "He's suffering from oxygen loss! Crazy, open the medical ward!"
"I'm Onett! Get it?" Crazy joked.
"Crazy!"
"Right, save that man's life." Crazy rushed out of the room.
"Brenner, can you help me?" Master Hand asked as he dragged the Smasher towards the medical ward.
"I'll try." Brenner limped over to the body and grabbed his legs.
Then the Smasher woke up briefly, eyes in shock. Finally, he spoke.
"... Where the hell am I?" Dr. Mario wheezed, looking around. "And where's my flask?" Then he passed out.
"Sir." A voice echoed from the doorway into his boss's dark room. "Captain Brenner has been spotted."
"What are you waiting for then?" His boss responded. "Get him here now."
"Sir, he's been seen with Crazy Hand."
The mysterious man turned his chair around. "I don't care, see! You get him to me right now! No one crosses Al Pacone and gets away with it, understand me?! No one."
A/N: Well there you go! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I would of had it out sooner if I would have checked my DocX inbox like a smart person does... I was a little worried that this chapter was a sudden jump, but I felt really satisfied after I finished writing the chapter. Anyone played Advance Wars before? The producers of AW are the ones coming out with Codename S.T.E.A.M. later this year, which I'm super excited for.
Also, sorry Star Fox fans.
And thank you for the kind review Guest #1! I always felt like Dr. Mario could have been a deeper character if he was just given a chance. Back in Melee (I say back in, but I still play it), I used to main the good ol' Doc, along with Captain Falcon. I plan to develop Greninja a little more next chapter, so hopefully you'll enjoy his development as well. Thanks for taking some time out of your busy day to review!
So, what will happen to our heroes? How did Greyfield manage to brainwash them? Is Grit okay? Who's this Al Pacone? Will Brenner be able to get back with his troops? And most importantly, will I get any sleep? Stay tuned folks!
Please, if you could, review. I want to know what direction I should take this story and if I'm doing well or not. Thanks for reading, and until next time, happy writings!