A loud sigh could be heard as Master Hand looked forward, rapping his fingers on his desk. Situated in front of him was a large monitor attached to the ceiling, connected to camera's set up to keep an eye on certain parts of his world. They were mainly being used to observe progress of different tournament grounds, with a handful keeping Master Hand's personal projects in view.

He decided that taking breaks between letters would be good for him. He wouldn't rush and make a mess of the parchment, but he could also work at a steady pace if he relaxed a moment in between. He figured that seeing how well everything was going would calm this ridiculous nervousness he was feeling.

At the very least, he was forgetting about his troubles.

Master Hand was looking at the early build for one of the attraction's, a haunted mansion adjusted for the sake of what was essentially a unique game of tag. One person would play as a ghost and scare up to four other guests. A good idea conceptually, but there were some balancing issues. As it was, the only way the ghost hunters could win was if a timer that was set up had eventually run out. On the other hand, the ghost only needed to catch everyone to win, making him a bit too powerful.

While it would be amusing to some, having guests just wandering around scared and helpless was something Master Hand didn't like. He wanted to make sure that everyone received a fair shake, and that meant giving the guests something to fight back with.

Well, building a theme park was a very new concept to him. Until now, stands and rides tended to mainly be organized by the Mii's who constantly insisted that they didn't need any help from Master Hand or Crazy Hand, especially the latter. So he decided he wouldn't offer any. He'd just make his own attractions, and he hired a few Mii's who weren't doing anything to help. It was still being put together, and he needed to find someone to guide people around later on. Much more work needed to be done, and his current observations proved it.

Taking a closer look at some reference footage Master Hand had gathered would be best to help. Perhaps using a flashlight to weaken the ghost would make Luigi's Haunted Mansion a more inviting place for all Mii's. But that was an issue for a later date.

For now, he needed to write a letter to the person who initially inspired the ride. He was feeling a bit more confident now, and it was time to see how that translated into his writing.

Luigi, youngest of the Mario Bros.,

As a resident of the Mushroom Kingdom, you've had to deal with many strange and extraordinary threats over the years, either dealing with them on the side lines, or confronting them head on. While your initial stands against may not have been considered noteworthy, your contributions have always been important, and still are to this day.

Throughout your life, you've spent a lot of time in your brother's, Mario's, shadow. No one really did it on purpose, and they all cared, but they inevitably paid attention to the older brother. It was Mario who was known across the land for his bravery against the Koopa King, and his valiant efforts to protect the ruling royalty.

You were known mainly for your goofiness and your supposed cowardice for a long time, and were content to supporting your brother from the sidelines. You had fought alongside him, but even your greatest enemy couldn't remember your name. For a while, you were unfortunately considered Mario's lesser known sibling, forced to remain in obscurity.

However, disaster eventually struck when Mario was captured by King Boo, and the only one available to save him was you Luigi, having to face your greatest fears. A dark mansion, terrifying ghouls, and new challenges that you've never experienced before. Worst of all, your brother Mario, the person you cared for and admired most in the world was defeated by the very things you had to stand against...

And yet, that's why you pushed forward. You fought, you persevered, and despite your reservations, you defeated the ghosts, and finally saved your older sibling. Your love and devotion drove you to persevere despite your inhibitions, and allowed you to reach your true potential.

You proved that you were just as strong as your brother, and were more than worthy to be considered his equal in every way.

As you continued to face down threats with your sibling, you reiterated your own worth as a hero. While you may be considered a coward by many, you're braver than most have ever realized; perhaps braver than even you know. You faced your fears head on and didn't let it restrain you. You've never resented Mario's constant praise and recognition, and have only respect and love for him. You've fought for your brother and your home, going against evil time and again.

Not only are you able to stand up as Mario's equal, but you can stand on your own when the time calls for it.

For these reasons, you have once more been invited to the Super Smash Bros. Tournament once again to face warriors from worlds of all sorts. Your courage and kind heart will be a welcome addition to the latest roster, while your unique skills will make you a fierce competitor for those who arrive.

-Sincerely,

The God of Order,

Master Hand

P.S. -You have one month to accept this invitation to the tournament. Please check the box on the other paper folded inside of the envelope. After thirty days, acceptance shall close. If you choose 'Yes', a portal shall open up when the deadline ends, to take you to the tournament grounds.

Luigi leaned back in the chair he sat in, getting a clear view of the shoddy ceiling in the small lab he was in.

Reading the letter time and again, he was still happy as he could be about his reentry into the Smash Bros. Tournament. Over the years, Luigi had managed to share some of the spotlight his brother had normally received, and had been getting a lot more recognition as of late.

Sure, he didn't always get a lot of respect, but he at least got plenty from people he cared about. He was a fighter serving the Mushroom Kingdom, working with his brother to fend off threats.

He still got scared a lot, but he was willing to face his fears with the best big brother anyone could ask for.

"Just a moment Luigi, my scans are almost complete," Luigi turned to see Professor E. Gadd still staring at his monitor, keeping an eye out for ghosts.

Right now, he was enjoying a bit of downtime in the Professor's quarters, outside of the woods where the Haunted Mansion used to be. The Professor had thought there were more signs of ghosts, and called Luigi about it just in case. It was just a warning, but the plumber in green rushed over anyway to be safe. His bad experiences with them made Luigi a bit jumpy about spirits, and he knew risk taking with them was not a good idea.

Fortunately, there wasn't any signs of any fiendish ghouls, leaving Luigi time to contemplate his invitation on his own.

He was happy, but a small part of him wasn't sure what Master Hand had meant when he called him brave. Luigi was a scaredy-cat and he knew it. He was afraid of way more than just spirits, and he wasn't ashamed to admit it... well, he kind of was. He knew he'd never be as brave as Mario when it came to facing big threats.

This made Luigi anxious about his acceptance into the next Tournament. He was always really timid, and he wasn't sure if his move set was too weird for the fights. Sure, he got along great with everyone, in particular both Lucas and Olimar, but that didn't necessarily make him qualified to enter the fighting tournament, did it?

Well, something did...

"Mamma mia..." Luigi let out a long sigh, catching the attention of the Professor.

"Ah, sorry to keep you waiting, I just finished!" He said, walking over. Luigi noticed the Poltergust 5000 in tow, and leapt up from his chair, anxious about another fight with spirits. "Ah, don't worry! No ghosts to be found, Luigi my boy. Like I said, I wasn't completely sure about what happened, no need to be jumpy."

The professor noticed Luigi staring at his invention, and gave a light chuckle, "Oh, this, no need to worry! It's not for ghosts, it's for you!"

"...Heh?"

"It's a bit of a going away present, for your little tournament, Luigi my boy! I've seen and heard of all the weird things people use in those fights, so I figured this would be a perfect fit! Consider it a thanks for all your hard work... and a bit of an apology for coming over when there's nothing to do."

"Ho..." Luigi gratefully took the device in hand, and strapped it onto his back, adjusting the straps, and feeling the familiar weight of the hose in his arms.

"Thank you very much!"

"No thanks necessary. Now, get out of here and celebrate with Mario and your friends!" Luigi nodded and ran off, hearing one last thing from the Professor, "And don't be so eager to jump into danger in the future, Luigi my boy!"

And he ran out of the spooky forest, Luigi thought about Professor E. Gadd's statement, and realized he was right. He came out here without a second thought despite being scared. It was because he was scared, and knew how dangerous it was that he wouldn't take any chances. As he ran with these thoughts in his head, and the Poltergust 5000, Luigi felt a weight off of his shoulders.

He wasn't sure why, but he assumed the confidence came from some reflections on past actions. He was all but willing to run into danger and fight against it, alone or with his brother. Sure he was usually scared, but that hasn't stopped him in the past. And it wasn't going to stop him from accepting his invitation.

Well, this was fun. I really like Luigi a lot, and I think he's getting the respect he deserves nowadays. Also, yeah, Nintendo Land reference. I need to get around to playing that actually... than again, I have a ton of games I still need to finish too, sooooo... eventually.

Anyway, for the next character, I think I'll go with DK next. Writing about him should be fun, since he's technically the son of Mario's earliest rival. It might take me a bit longer since I'm not as familiar with him as I am with Mario. I want to do a bit more research to make sure I do a good job writing his section.