Content/Trigger warning: Chapter contains smut and a brief depiction of a real-life attack that took place in 1993. Proceed cautiously.
5 February 1992
MK
Dear Diary,
Things have settled into a routine since our trip to Dinosaur Land. Yoshi and I have come to regard each other as equals, not just "mother and son", but he still affectionately calls me "Mama" or "Mama Luigi". Daisy and I are still taking it slow, going on lunch dates and picnics in the park, or going to the movies. After I showed her around New York, she showed me around Sarasaland, which has rebuilt spectacularly. It's not done yet, but it's amazing what can be accomplished in 3 years.
I have a brand new game for my Game Boy! It's called Kirby's Dreamland, and it stars a round puffball named, well, Kirby, who can swallow his enemies whole and puff himself up like a balloon. And after you clear the level and beat the boss, he does a little dance. He's just so adorable! I think this game is aimed at kids who are still too young to comprehend the intense adventures of the Super Mario Bros.
Moving on from the fantastic to the mundane—Jules and his parents were invited to Jackie's Sweet Sixteen party, and they brought me along as their plus-one. I got to meet Jackie's parents, the Spellmans, and they seemed to mesh well with the Merricks. Jules was still cautious around them, especially around Jackie's dad, Jamie. Her mom, Janice, ensured that all of the guests were on their best behavior, and she appreciated the other parents and adults in helping to organize games and chaperone the teens.
The guest of honor was wearing a royal blue party dress with silver accents, and her hair hung in tight curls. She gave all of the guests a turn at the karaoke machine and treated her girlfriends to makeovers. But she really lit up when Jules was around. He joined her on the dance floor, a knockout in his tuxedo, and when a love ballad began to play, he held her close as they slow-danced. I saw Jamie's forehead crease as Josh and Janice smiled knowingly and Joan wore a look of realization. After the song was finished, I took out my camera and snapped pictures of Jules and Jackie.
After we enjoyed chips and dip and pigs in a blanket, among other finger foods, an ornate-looking cake was brought out, with "Happy Sweet Sixteen Jackie" written on it in blue-green icing. The lights were dimmed as Jamie and Janice lit the birthday candles, and we all sang the birthday song. Then, Jackie made her wish and blew out her candles to a round of applause.
The cake tasted as good as it looked.
When the time came for Jackie to receive her presents, they were mostly dresses, tops, jeans and shoes. But Jules's present to her was a pair of drop earrings.
Jackie blushed. "Thank you, Jules," she said softly.
"You're welcome," Jules replied.
The festivities ended at around 5:30p.m. Josh, Joan, Jules and I stuck around to help Jamie and Janice clean up.
"Well—it appears we'll be seeing more of each other," Jamie said to Josh and Joan.
"Perhaps," Josh replied.
Jamie then addressed Jules. "However, Janice and I expect you to keep your hands to yourself until after graduation. Do I make myself clear?"
"Of course, sir. Don't worry, sir," Julian quickly replied.
"Dad…" sighed Jackie.
We bid the Spellmans goodbye before heading our separate ways.
What a day! I think I'll turn in for the night.
Luigi
27 August 1992
MK
Dear Diary,
Huge news incoming—the Princess is organizing a little kart race! I've spent these past few months working on a kart of my own, tuning it to be the fastest and coolest on the track. I think it's a good idea to start competing in sports, because I need new outlets for my aggression and frustration. Dancing still helps, and it's always good to see about the Merricks, but as that rainy day in 1990 proved, my emotions regarding my big bro can still rage out of control. With the introduction of events such as this kart race, chances are that we'll never get in that big of a fight again.
The Princess has invited all of her constituents to participate in the kart race, and she teased that she's invited some old friends, as well. She's ordered the construction of several racetracks, which are due for completion sometime next month. Until then, I'm gonna find a nice open road to get some practice.
I can't wait to burn rubber.
Luigi
1 September 1992
MK
Dear Diary,
I'm beat! I've never participated in something so extreme in my life—well, maybe I have, but I'm still beat! But I can't go to sleep unless I relate the gist of the day's events to you.
The Princess pulled two surprises out of her sleeve when we arrived at the racing area. The first was the normally villainous Koopa having a civil conversation with her. He wasn't trying to grab her or anything! We were naturally suspicious of his motives, and that was when he pulled out the flag of truce for us to see. The Princess explained to us that he's also a sports nut, and that he showed up at her castle earlier with his flag of truce and asked if he could get a spot, along with one of his Koopa Troopas. She was just as suspicious as us, but being a forgiving soul, she eventually gave in.
But the second surprise was even bigger. Mario and I saw a familiar, hulking ape tinkering with his kart. When we approached him, he looked up, and it was none other than DK! DK shyly explained that he'd read up on our exploits while in DK Isle and said that he was genuinely happy for us. He saw the ads for the kart race shortly after they circulated and decided to take a chance and enter. Then, he asked us about Pauline, and we told him about her and Stanley, the exterminator. DK made a little face, but other than that, he took the news well. I left Mario and DK to catch up and commiserate, and tended to my kart. My blood started pumping as I caressed the hood. I could hardly wait to open her up and see what this baby could do!
At 9a.m. sharp, the racers were instructed to start their engines and line up at the starting line. There were eight of us in all—Mario, the Princess, Yoshi, Koopa, DK, Koopa Troopa, Toad and me. The stands were crowded with spectators, watching us intently. A Lakitu with a traffic light on his fishing pole floated down on his cloud to count the race down. When the light turned green, I tightened my grip on my steering wheel, floored the gas pedal and zoomed out along with the other seven racers.
The race was divided into several cups with five, five-lap races each. First on the agenda was the straightforward Mushroom Cup, and the first course was Mario Circuit (because my bro's so special, he has to have a race course named after him). It was designed like a traditional racetrack, except for oil slicks we had to watch out for. I sat straight in my seat, steering wheel tight in my fist, negotiating my way past the oil slicks and Warp Pipes sprinkled throughout the course. My engine roared and thrummed, vibrating up my nerves, my spine, my brain. My eyes narrowed, and my breath quickened as I muscled against the other racers on the course.
On the pavement track were tiles with question marks on them. Driving over these tiles yielded items like Banana Peels, Green Shells, Fireballs and Red Shells to throw at other racers, Feathers to help perform a high jump, Super Mushrooms to boost speed, Lightning Bolts to shrink other racers, Ghosts which turned you invisible and stole someone else's item, Poison Mushrooms you had to evade, Stars which turned you invincible, Eggs which worked like Banana Peels and Coins, additional to the ones scattered around the track. I always tried to drive over a ? tile, but they were easy to miss. They should've used ? blocks instead, but I digress.
Lap by lap, I got used to the terrain and the car. I taught myself how to take hairpin turns, jump and drift. My tongue raked across my lips as I sighted a racer who passed or attempted to pass me, Shell heavy in my hand, and then I pulled back and flung it. My skin was hot, and my emotions were like pistons misfiring. I wanted to be named the fastest, the best racer. Maybe then the Toads would remember my name.
Unfortunately, I finished third, but I was too wired to be upset. I was already looking forward to the second course, Donut Plains.
Donut Plains had Monty Moles, which could jump up and surprise the racers. If we didn't take our turns carefully enough, then we'd fall into the water, and Lakitu would have to fish us out. Despite the grassy terrain, I did a little better in that race, finishing second.
After that was Ghost Valley, with walls that could crumble if we ran into them and an overall creepy layout. I just kept my focus on the road ahead and on those who dared get in my way. There's nothing but the road, I told myself, so just keep driving. Under my shirt and overalls, I felt the sweat coating my skin, and I decided that it felt good. The wind whipping across my face cooled me off somewhat, but it was the surging adrenaline making me hot, not the elements. I came in second for that race, as well.
The fourth race was on Koopa Castle, with Thwomps hanging ominously overhead and bubbling lava. It was here that Koopa tried to sneak up on me, but I nailed him with a banana peel. By the time I zoomed across the finish line, my clothes were sticking to my body, and my kart started to feel like part of me. I placed first, and I rewarded myself with a sports drink as a pit crew serviced my car. It was almost time for the cup's final race.
The Mushroom Cup concluded on a tougher version of Mario Circuit. My mouth formed a tight line, and I became nothing but steely nerves and reflexes, guiding my kart through curves and turns galore, steering clear of pipes and sending opponents into oil slicks. The rhythm of my heart almost matched the rhythm of my engine—it was me and my trusty kart against the world, and God help anyone who tried to stop us!
I finished strong, in first place—but second overall in the Mushroom Cup. First place honors went to Mario, who was rewarded with a bottle of champagne. He flashed a peace sign before popping the cork and spraying the spirit all over everyone, myself included. Toad was the third place winner, while everyone else had ranked out.
One hour later, we were ready to start the Flower Cup. The first course was Choco Island. There, I had to tangle with Piranha Plants—one snap of their jaws could send me spinning out of control. And then there was the Chocolate Mud—Mario ran me into it once, and it was Hell to try and drive my car through that. Don't worry—I repaid him by sending him into the jaws of a Piranha Plant.
After Choco Island was another Ghost Valley, followed by another Donut Plains, followed by another Koopa Castle. The grand finale of the Flower Cup was a third Mario Circuit, which had more Warp Pipes and hairpin turns than ever before. I'd souped my car up with a CD player, and I presently cranked it up so that dance and electronic tunes began pounding in my ears, along with my blood, of course. I sang along to my music at the top of my lungs, weaving and maneuvering my car, flinging Shells and Banana Peels and laughing each time I accelerated. I let out a whoop of victory when I roared across the finish line—first place, and first overall! Not a lot of standing ovations, but at least it was something. When I was presented with a bottle of champagne, I did a few flair bartender tricks with it before popping the cork and spraying its contents all over Mario, and then myself. It was good-natured, and Mario must've sensed that, for after the ceremony, he gave me a great big hug.
After another hour-long break, we all lined up for the Star Cup. Only the first and third courses were unique, and they were Koopa Beach and Vanilla Lake, respectively. On Koopa Beach, Cheep Cheeps could leap out of the water and send us spinning if we touched one, and there was deeper water to contend with. I'd drive along the water's edge, allowing the tires to splash some refreshing mist onto my skin. I'd also use the water and the Cheep Cheeps to my advantage, tricking the other racers into driving right into them by having them dodge a projectile. Vanilla Lake had icy terrain, so I had to focus intensely to keep my kart from sliding around. It didn't help that the water was ice cold, and that fragile icy blocks were waiting for us. I took deep breaths and focused, focused, focused, finishing the race a close second.
Luckily, the final race took us back to basics with a fourth Mario Circuit. Whatever cold I'd experienced at Vanilla Lake was warmed back up again. My blood really began to boil, and I shouted at anyone who threw a shell at me or tried to knock me down a rank. I whipped off my cap and allowed the breeze to cool my scalp, but I otherwise stayed locked on the race, on the road and on the goal.
I placed second overall in the Star Cup, while the Princess placed first. Politely, I applauded as she toasted the crowd with her bottle of champagne and took one heck of a drink from it. And it didn't make her even slightly tipsy! It must be her magic.
After a two-hour break, the Princess decided to select four of the best racers to compete in a Special Cup. And guess what—I was one of them! I was going to race in the Special Cup! Of course, Mario was selected as well, along with Yoshi and the Princess herself.
The first race was on a third Donut Plains, followed by a second Koopa Beach, then a third Ghost Valley and then a second Vanilla Lake. But the final race of the final cup was—Rainbow Road.
True to its name, Rainbow Road was composed of rainbow tiles and seemed to be located deep in space. There were no walls, barriers or anything—just the rainbow tiles and black nothingness. It was definitely not for the acrophobic. To make things worse, there were Super Thwomps hovered above us, and one false move could cost us the lead! Did I mention that we still had to deal with five laps of that?
But—I kept my cool, seeing that gold cup on the horizon, the chance to finally, finally be recognized and remembered. I really opened her up and gave it everything I had left. "Rhythm is a Dancer" by Snap was blasting from my stereo, my heart was thumping like crazy and the last of my explosive feelings were combusting. Nobody, not even my bro, was gonna stop me from winning this race. My hands were sweaty from gripping the wheel, but I still gripped it until I roared across the checkered flag, until the spectators around me gave a collective gasp, until it sank in that I was the one in first place.
The cheering started at one end of the track and slowly rippled its way across like a wave. I grinned like a fool as I did a victory lap around the track, flashing peace signs all around. After my victory lap, I shook hands with the other racers, and Mario glomped me again. I had my champagne poured into glasses so I could share it with anyone at and over the legal drinking age of 21.
But I also got to take home a gold trophy with rubies studded at the base. I have it on one of my bookshelves, on top of a paper towel so it won't get dusty. It was a labor of love, but I proved to the MK that I could surpass Mario at something. Plus, a full day of burning rubber did its job of helping me release the feelings that only you know about.
Here's a final thought for you. What other things can I surpass my big bro at? Other sports? Fighting, perhaps? I'd love to go a few rounds with him someday.
Luigi
24 September 1992
Brooklyn, NY
Dear Diary,
Tonight was the most important night of Julian's life—prom night—and I was honored to have a part in it. Since Jules was still learning how to drive, Joan and Josh asked me to drive him and Jackie, his prom date, to the school gym and back. In addition, Jamie and Janice hoped that I could be their chaperone of sorts, in case things got a little too intimate between the teens. While I was confident they wouldn't, I volunteered for the job nonetheless.
First, I picked up Jules at the Merrick house. He was attired in a blue-green tuxedo with lots of frills and an aquamarine bow tie, and he held what looked like a corsage in both hands. His eyes shone with nervous energy as he climbed into the front passenger seat.
With the radio on medium volume, I followed Jules's instructions to the Spellman home. I parked on the curb near their driveway, and Jules hopped out, straightened his suit jacket and walked briskly to the front door.
The door opened to reveal Jamie, and he amiably conversed with Jules for a few seconds before letting him in. A few minutes later, Jules emerged, arm-in-arm with Jackie, clad in a mint-green prom dress, the corsage Jules presumably gave her on her right wrist. Jamie and Janice stood in the doorway, waving goodbye.
Jules and Jackie climbed into the backseat of the car.
"Let's go," said Jules, and I turned up the radio and drove to the school gym as my passengers sat comfortably, exchanging lovey-dovey looks.
When we arrived, Jackie and Jules exited the car and walked inside as I followed, the three of us presenting our tickets to gain entry. I sat at one of the tables, helping myself to the food, and I watched as Jules led Jackie onto the dance floor, where they began to cut a rug. First, they danced to upbeat party tunes, and then to mushy slow jams. Jackie's eyes were closed as she leaned her head against Jules's shoulder, and a big smile was on Jules's face. So far, things were sweet and chaste. And even if they weren't, then I certainly wouldn't tell Jamie and expose Jules to his wrath.
While watching Jules and Jackie's dance of romance, I chatted up other parents and faculty members. When the time came to vote for the prom king and prom queen, I helped pass out and collect the ballots. And when Jackie and Jules were announced the winners, I led the gym in a standing ovation.
Armed with my trusty camera, I took pictures of Jackie and Jules as they were formally crowned. Jackie even received a bouquet of flowers, and both were draped in white sashes and showered with confetti. Joyfully, Jules lifted Jackie and spun her around before pulling her into a dramatic kiss.
"Congratulations, you two," I said.
"Thanks, Luigi," the happy couple said in union.
When the prom came to an end, I drove the now-drowsy pair to their respective houses. Jules even walked Jackie to her front door like a true gentleman. After I dropped him off, I drove home, put on my pajamas and turned on the TV.
Night-night!
Luigi
21 October 1992
MK
Dear Diary,
So, it appears Mario has a property in Sarasaland. Remember when he volunteered to rescue Daisy from Tatanga? Well, her government rewarded him with a splendid palace. He has to pay property taxes and all that, but with the coins he collects, that's not really hard, now is it?
Mario likes to call it a "timeshare". He goes there when he needs time for himself. Sometimes, he hosts parties there. He invites me to these parties, sure, but it's also a reminder that he undertook a rescue mission behind my back. And what a timeshare it is! He's got a bunch of indoor and outdoor pools, a Jacuzzi, a home theater, statues of himself, hired help, hair dressers, spa attendants—not to mention a SNES, a Game Boy, a Windows computer and a very big stereo! What else is there—an exercise studio? Now, that would be nice.
But now, there's a little trouble in paradise. You see, back in second grade, Mario and I ran afoul of a kid named Wario. I nicknamed him the anti-Mario because his personality was the opposite of Mario's. And he was greedy! And jealous! He wanted everything Mario had! Okay, yes—me too, but unlike Wario, I can keep it under control! After he moved to a different school, we thought we were rid of him. Guess not.
Yes, Wario's back with a vengeance, and he's taken Mario's timeshare for his own. Now, Mario has to retrieve the six golden coins required to beat his old rival and reclaim his hard-earned property. And just like last time, he's going alone. Wow. I guess he doesn't really know how much I can help him.
But—I saw him off, and now I'm spending the interim watching over the MK, making trips to Brooklyn to look after the plumbing business and say hi to Josh, Joan and Julian, and writing to and romancing Daisy. Mario sends me letters and photos and promises to save a bit of Wario for me. I chuckle and write him back, telling him how much I love and miss him, leaving out how I wish I was with him and giving him much needed backup, as well as the question worrying at me—why didn't he just tell me he volunteered to rescue Daisy? Why did he have to lie? I'm not psychic; I can't read his mind. I just want him to tell me.
Most of my nights are spent with the lights off and the windows open, dancing alone in my room as tunes spew from my brand new CD player. I dance until my mind no longer goes crazy with worry and frustration and that persistent envy and the things I wish I have the courage to tell Mario without coming off like Wario. Maybe I won't have to tell him—maybe one day, he'll figure it out on his own. Or maybe he'll find you and read what I pour into these pages. Or maybe he'll spend the rest of his games never knowing.
All right, I gotta stop being negative now. Remember, I'm not the heroic type. I'm a regular Giuseppe. I'm a plumber and a wingman, and a d—n good one at that. And I'm also a mother, and mothers don't mope around and neglect their kids. I'm proud of who I am, and I'm satisfied with what I have. And when Mario or one of my friends, old and new, needs me, I'll be happy to help.
I have to go; there's gonna be a shooting star tonight!
Luigi
1 November 1992
MK
Dear Diary,
Mario and Wario had quite the throwdown before the former took back his timeshare. He came back with bruises and a limp. He's recuperating now, and I'm watching the MK like a hawk. If that Koopa shows up and tries anything, then I'm gonna be very unhappy!
But today, my question was finally answered. Mario and I had a long-overdue talk about his first adventure in Sarasaland. He told me that he knows how much I look up to him and that I think of him as godlike, but he's human, same as me. Then, he admitted that he was too proud to admit to me that he'd volunteered, that he'd come across as some sort of adrenaline junkie, so he told me that he'd gotten roped into it. That's when I started telling him exactly how I felt, the words spilling from my mouth like an ocean. Mario didn't break in once, which allowed me to finally break free of that hidden anger. He offered no excuses for his actions and didn't try to deny it. When I was finished speaking my mind, he quietly admitted what he did and assured me that he wasn't trying to get away from me. Then—he apologized for not only lying to me but also for not inviting me to join him on that adventure.
"Some people say that I get off on the adventure," he said, "and maybe they're right."
I responded by hugging him, silently forgiving him for that little transgression. Josh is right—I can't let some petty dispute break us apart. Whatever goes down between us—Koopa and any other threats to the Princess are a considerably worse threat.
I'm definitely sleeping well tonight.
Luigi
26 February 1993
Brooklyn, NY
Dear Diary,
I—I don't know how to tell you about the horrific events that took place today, so I'll just tell you. Here I go…
It was just another Friday. Mario and I had just eaten breakfast, and we were completing our first plumbing jobs for the morning. During a lull in between jobs, we happened upon Josh and Joan, who were running some errands, and decided to help them.
Just after a quarter after nine, it happened.
One moment, I was talking with Josh and Joan about how Jules's relationship with Jackie was approaching its inevitable conclusion. The next, a frightening roar sounded in my ears, and something nearly knocked me off my feet. Instinctively, I threw myself over Mario, and we all hit the deck as the city shook violently. Dust, dirt, debris and glass showered over us, and screams filled the air. At first, I had no idea what was going on—except that it was your average Friday morning, the last day of the work week, with nothing but a refreshing weekend to look up to, and then it wasn't.
The dull, frightful roar subsided, and the shaking stopped. Slowly, I got to my feet, helping Mario up. Nearby, Josh and Joan clung to each other as they shakily stood up. We were all covered in dust, and our hair and clothing were disheveled, but save for a few minor cuts from the glass, we were unharmed.
"What the Hell was that?!" Josh asked.
"Sounded like a gas line exploded," gasped Joan. "Is everyone okay?"
"Yeah," I said, my voice rattling. "I'm fine. Are you two okay?"
"We're okay," replied Josh.
"Mario, are you okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, are you okay?"
"I'm okay."
"Okay," said Josh. "Everyone's okay. Everyone's okay."
The screaming continued, and the four of us saw a crowd of New Yorkers running away from—something. As I held Mario, and Josh held Joan, we craned our necks and saw a huge plume of smoke rising into the sky.
"The gas line must've exploded somewhere over there," said Josh, pointing.
"Near the—World Trade Center," gasped Joan. "Oh, my God."
Sirens wailed as law enforcement arrived on the scene. Two police officers saw us huddling and ran over.
"What in God's name is going on over there?" asked Joan.
"Yeah, did a gas line blow or something?" added Mario.
"Gas line? What gas line?" balked one of the officers. "The World Trade Center's been bombed!"
"Bombed?! Someone did this on purpose?!" I exclaimed.
The other officer nodded. "We need you to come with us. Hurry!"
"Josh…" whispered Joan.
"It's okay. I'm here," Josh said comfortingly.
We followed the officers away from the downtown area, and then we asked if we could wait it out at Central Park.
"Do you need any medical attention?" they asked.
"No," Joan replied. "We're fine."
I guess they weren't convinced, because a few medics were waiting for us at the park, where a crowd was slowly gathering. After the medics checked us out and bandaged the minor lacerations we'd received, we were each given a blanket and a hot beverage. We sat somewhere in the grass, holding each other tightly as if our lives depended on it.
"Hey!"
We looked up, and we saw Stanley and Pauline running toward us, looking none the worse for wear.
"I was helping a client when the news broke," Stanley explained as he and Pauline took a seat next to us. "I was too far away to feel the explosion, but I could see the smoke. When I was finished with the job, I paged Pauline, and we met up at a Circuit City uptown. Then, someone told us that people were gathering here, and we figured that's where we'd find you. Are you hurt?"
"Not that badly," I replied.
"I was close enough for the shockwave to knock me on my [bleep], but I'm unscathed," said Pauline.
Joan's pager went off, and she quickly checked it.
"It's Jules's school," she said. "Everyone's being sent home early on account of the—incident. Josh and I need to pick up our son. Will you be okay?"
"Yeah," I replied. "We're New Yorkers. We were knocked down, but we'll get back up."
"Where do you want to meet up?" asked Josh.
"Remember the restaurant where we waited it out during—that?" I asked.
"Of course. Wanna meet up there?" asked Joan.
"Yeah," I replied.
"We'll watch over them in the meantime," said Pauline. "Go."
We all hugged before Joan and Josh exited the park, hand-in-hand.
Pauline, Stanley, Mario and I stayed in the park until Josh paged me, telling me that he and Joan had Jules and Jackie in tow, and that they were on their way to the restaurant. We took a taxi there, and we arrived just as the Merricks and Jackie were pulling into the parking lot.
Jackie was in tears as she got out of the car, Jules holding her hand.
"My dad was hurt," she explained. "Mom's seeing about him in the hospital and told me that I could go with Jules and his parents. I head over there once everything calms down a little."
"He's gonna be okay, right?" I asked.
Jackie nodded. "He'll need crutches for a few weeks. Most of it is just shock. We're all in shock."
We walked into the restaurant and sat at a booth by the window, watching the news coverage of the attack on one of the TVs. Mario and I ordered a plate of spaghetti, Joan ordered a chicken salad, Josh ordered a medium-well steak and mashed potatoes, and Jules and Jackie both ordered a grilled-cheese sandwich with fries. Pauline and Stanley just ordered a bowl of soup with half a grilled-cheese sandwich. All of us drank hot chocolate. We ate in silence, watching the TV, watching law enforcement give updates.
By the time night had fallen, there were six confirmed fatalities, a pregnant woman among them. Jamie was among the one-thousand or so who had been injured. The Merricks decided to accompany Jackie to the hospital to visit her dad, and Pauline and Stanley dropped off me and Mario at our apartment building.
I don't know what else to write. I'm just exhausted—physically and emotionally. I'll see how I feel tomorrow.
Luigi
27 February 1993
Brooklyn, NY
Dear Diary,
I woke up after a fitful sleep and only ate some applesauce for breakfast. Then, Josh called, telling me that he was hosting a small memorial at his gym for the six lives lost yesterday.
"I'll be there," I assured him.
I went to Mario's apartment and told him about the memorial, and he also agreed to attend. After we dressed in black suits, we went to the gym, where Josh, Joan and Jules greeted us, also black-clad. Pauline and Stanley were already there, as were Janice and Jackie. The mood was solemn and subdued, and all of us were still trying to process what had happened yesterday.
Josh, Joan and Jules gave brief speeches, and an interfaith minister led us in prayer for the families of the deceased as well as for the injured. Finally, we toasted with sparkling cider.
After the memorial, I joined the Merricks, Jackie and Janice in visiting Jamie at the hospital. Later, the Princess and Daisy called, expressing their well-wishes. The flags of the Mushroom Kingdom, the Koopa Kingdom and Sarasaland would fly at half-mast for two weeks, and today was a day of mourning.
The dust has settled. It's now time for the healing to begin.
Luigi
19 March 1993
MK
Dear Diary,
It appears that me and Mario's exploits here have gained the ear of the American public. They're making a movie about us, and it's due to be released later this year!
The details of this movie are under wraps, but I really hope this film is accurate, and I hope they give me credit where it's due. I wonder who they have playing us, too. Will they have to grow moustaches or parade around with a fake one? And who will they get to play the Princess? And most importantly, which aspects of our lives will they cover? Our upbringing in Brooklyn? Or just the first time we battled Koopa? Rumor has it that Koopa's also excited about the movie and hopes some of it will shed some light on his motivations. Depends on the film's target audience.
Speaking of Koopa, he fell right back into his old ways after the mourning period regarding last month's tragedy had ended. Every other week or so, he makes off with the Princess, Mario and I go to rescue her, and then Mario gets all of the fame and credit for it. After winning the Special Cup at last year's kart race, I still get next to nothing. But I smile all the same. I'm always happy to help Mario. I'm definitely not like Wario, who'd do something like that only if he was paid for it. And come to think of it, I don't think Mario's doing it for the fame, either. He's doing it because first of all, it's the right thing to do, and second of all, he's fallen in love with the Princess. I know that I'd help Daisy at the drop of a hat, no questions asked.
In my spare time, I tinker with and wash my trusty kart, sweat out the toxins in Josh's gym and of course, dance. The MK has lots of nightclubs, and that's where I finally show off my stellar moves to the Toads. I don't cut as loose as I do when I'm alone in my room, but I show off my flexibility, spinning and twirling and whirling and undulating. Both the men and the women go wild and want to dance with me, but I try not to get drunk. I have a few drinks, but I don't want to get inebriated, I want to enjoy myself.
And I'm slowly being known through another skill—fixing sinks and toilets in both the MK and Brooklyn. I tend to busy myself with that work—keeps my mind sharp. And no matter what, I always find a way to combat a pesky clog or a leaky pipe. The customers are so impressed that they tip me extra. When a plumbing problem arises, it's MY time to shine.
We're still recovering from last month's attack. Jamie is out of the hospital and making excellent progress, while I've slept a little better. I still don't understand why someone would hurt so many innocent people, a line even Koopa won't cross. Jackie's furious that someone hurt her dad, and Jules is shaken but supporting her in any way he can. As for Josh and Joan, they embody that New York spirit, focusing on the positives and not the negatives and playing the grateful game. You know—that sounds like a good idea. I'll start playing the grateful game before I go to bed.
Mario was in a bit of a mood today, and I know why. It's the tenth anniversary of his breakup with Pauline, and last we checked, she's still going strong with Stanley. Better, they've gotten engaged and have set a wedding date for next summer. I'll give him his space and tend to my own affairs, and once he's ready to talk, I'll cook him some pasta and listen.
I think the Princess knows about Pauline, too. Mario must've opened up about her sometime during their relationship. But does a past love really matter when he's the only one standing between her and a stubborn Koopa?
Luigi
1 April 1993
Brooklyn, NY
Dear Diary,
The Twin Towers are officially re-opened. Whoever set off that bomb tried to bring them down, but they failed. Good spirits abounded at the re-opening ceremony today, and I've never felt so much love for this city in my life. Josh and Joan were decked out in red, white and blue, as were Jules, Jackie, Janice and Jamie. Mario even wore his uniform from the All-Star Golf Tournament. We wanted to send a message to those attackers—that we wouldn't live in fear because of them. We'd pull ourselves back up by our bootstraps and keep moving forward. They thought they accomplished something, but they accomplished nothing. And eventually, the long arm of the law would come down upon them.
These two towers aren't going anywhere.
Luigi
28 May 1993
MK
Dear Diary,
I'm sorry. My mind is still reeling over what I saw on the movie screen today—what they call a "movie".
The movie about Mario and me was a titanic letdown. Not a single mention of Mac, Josh, Joan, Julian, Jackie and her parents, Pauline or DK—several of the most pivotal people in our lives. The film wasn't even about our discovery of the fantasyland we now call a second home. The Princess wasn't even a major character. Instead, the film featured Daisy, and the way they portrayed her, as some damsel in distress, was insulting to her personality. Everything about the film was dark and gritty and bleak, Yoshi was re-imagined as some monster, and get this—Koopa's dastardly plan involved devolution and merging his world with New York. Even the dastardly turtle himself was taken aback. Parallel dimensions? Devolution? That's not his area of expertise at all. Plus, I was played by an unshaven young kid, and Mario was played by an English actor. Koopa looked more like a lizard than a turtle—my list of grievances can go on forever. Where did they get this stuff from?!
Anyway, Mario, Koopa and I talked on the phone and took potshots at the nonsense we just saw, and I called to apologize to Daisy. I spoke to Oliver and Agnes, and they were offended that they weren't included in the "film". My next action was to buy Flashdance from a nearby Blockbuster and watch it over and over until the images of the Mario Bros "movie" were thoroughly washed from my brain.
I'm hoping that they try for another Mario movie in the future, and perhaps hire me, Mario and the Princess as consultants. That way, they'll have a better chance of making it right, instead of the train wreck we suffered through earlier today.
Luigi
16 June 1993
MK
Dear Diary,
Have I ever told you about the educational game they have based on Mario? It's called Mario Teaches Typing, and it was released close to six months ago. That talking Mario head is uncanny, to say the least. You're trying to encourage kids to use a keyboard, not scare them off! As if the "movie" was bad enough!
In other news, almost all of the MK population now has access to cellular phones. The Princess isn't letting Koopa stop her from keeping her dominion up to date with the times. He's given us a break so we can recover from the "movie", but I don't know how long that break will be. You know what, let's just—not talk about the "movie" anymore. How about we pretend we never saw it and go back to living our lives? If we're lucky, it'll be laughed out of the theater before the year is over.
I'm gonna go listen to a new song that's grabbed my attention. It's called "What is Love" by the Eurodance artist Haddaway. Maybe that'll clear my mind from the things I've seen lately.
Luigi
20 July 1993
Brooklyn, New York
Dear Diary,
Mario and I celebrated our tenth plumber-versary today. We started things off with a hearty breakfast at our favorite diner. Then, we paid our customary visit to Sal, and then we sat in his office, watching a baseball game. After lunch at a pizza place, we completed a few plumbing jobs, and then we decompressed at the arcade. In the evening, we went to a nice Italian restaurant and shared a plate of spaghetti, and then a plate of eggplant parmigiana. Finally, we finished things up with cake and gelato.
Now, I'm reflecting on what's changed over these ten years. Mario and I are both dating Princesses, and our lives went from ordinary to extraordinary. My unofficial nephew also has a significant other—along with potential in-laws. Wow, the time went by fast.
Here's to ten more years of plumbing!
Luigi
11 May 1994
Sarasaland
Dear Diary,
Bear with me. I'm about to write some naughty things in here today—the naughty things that took place between me and Daisy last night! If anyone finds this diary, then all I ask is that you skip this entry, no questions asked.
Three years after confessing our love for each other, we decided that we were ready to take that next step. She'd invited me to participate in Sarasaland's court affairs earlier today. That evening, we had dinner and then went for a walk in one of the many sprawling parks. By the time we returned to her castle, the stars were twinkling brightly, and everyone else had turned in for the night.
Relaxation in her spacious bedroom gave way to cuddling and intimate kisses. We were really enjoying each other's company. I ran my fingers through her soft hair, and then…
"Before we go any further," I confessed to her, "I think you should know—this isn't my first time."
"It isn't mine, either," Daisy softly admitted, and I could tell by her body language that her first time was far from pleasant.
"That alien creep…" I growled. Something that pushes my buttons more than anything else is anyone hurting women, either out of anger or just for laughs.
Daisy took my hand. "Let's not talk about him, Luigi," she said. "Tonight is about us and our love."
I couldn't have agreed more.
Daisy popped a CD into her stereo, and music began to play as she rejoined me on the bed. We kissed again, deeper this time, tongues probing and hands wandering. But Daisy wasn't a twenty-something in a Columbia University dorm room—she was a princess and a special lady who met me at a special time in my life. Luckily, the previous girl I was with had set aside some time to teach me the basics of such sultry business. I'd also read books and magazine articles on the subject.
I broke the kiss and slowly disrobed her, starting with her yellow dress. At the same time, I could feel her own fingers deftly unhooking my overall straps and interlacing around my neck, pulling our foreheads together. She took my mouth in hers a third time before I allowed my coveralls to slide off my body and onto the floor. Her dress followed seconds later.
Daisy lay back on the bed, and I marveled at her. Anticipation and desire warred in her eyes, and her slightly tan skin was lit up in a warm glow. Neatly sculped muscles further accentuated her lean, curvaceous frame, and her auburn hair was splattered all over the pillow beneath her. I watched her, and she watched me. Then, I slowly pulled my shirt up and over my head and cast it aside with the other clothes.
"Wow. Luigi," she whispered as she traced my chest with her soft hands.
I blushed, and then leaned down and kissed her neck and chest. My fingers slid up Daisy's bra straps and then set to work unhooking the garment, and she sat up slightly to make it easier. Once relieved of the bra, a pair of firm, perfectly dome-shaped breasts sprung free, accompanied by a sigh from Daisy, a sigh which caused me to blush a little more.
Slowly, delicately, my tongue trailed across Daisy's left nipple, and then I took the nipple in, my lips caressing the pink, erected bud while my tongue swirled round and round. I heard her breathing heavily, feeling her skin becoming flushed. The fingers of one hand trailed up and down my spine while I continued to lick and suck, and I stirred to life in a southerly place…
"Ohhh…" Daisy moaned softly. "Ohhh—Luigi…" She was feeling her way toward my briefs, so I helped her by discarding them myself. Now, I was completely nude and aware of that familiar, powerful feeling down there.
After a few heavenly minutes, my mouth released her left nipple with a little "pop", and then I proceeded to do the same to her right nipple as she clung to me, her moans becoming little gasps and then deep sighs. Her body began to arch, and I helped her slide out of her panties. "Oh, my God," I heard her say. "Luigi—that feels so good…"
I continued my ministrations until I heard her let out a big breath, and then I covered both breasts with slow, sweet kisses, making them jump and quiver. Then I kissed between her breasts and down the length of her body until I reached her mound. Daisy was gasping, and I felt little tremors wracking her body.
"Are you all right?" I asked. "I'll stop if you say the word."
"Don't stop," breathed Daisy. "Please, don't stop."
So, I placed a line of kisses across her mound, working my way toward her flower pod. Sliding both hands beneath the small of her back, I looked up and blushed to a deep scarlet.
"You're doing fine, Luigi," she assured me.
After flashing her a smile, I trailed my tongue along her slick flower petals, and once I savored that taste for the first time, I knew what to do next. My tongue plunged into her core, licking and sucking and slurping without restraint. Above me, I heard Daisy making inarticulate sounds and felt her fingers entangle themselves in my hair. Oh, the numerous things I did with my tongue, moving it in a continuous up-and-down motion while my lips kissed her tightening walls. My hands were now on her hips, my head bobbing with my motions. Her body undulated, keeping time with my licks and sucks.
"Mmmm—so good," she gasped. That certainly didn't sound like discomfort, so I kept going. The little sounds she made had the blood rushing toward my Super Mushroom, and I was soon conscious of a slight ache down there. But it would have to wait. As my tongue went deeper and deeper in her, my slurping noises grew louder and wetter and messier. But we didn't mind. Her breathing was turning erratic, her flower pod swollen and warm and rippling and ripening. The moisture covered my lips, and I took the time to lick it off before focusing back on her more ravenously than ever, speeding up, and then slowing down, so that it would feel like being on a roller coaster.
I licked and slurped and lapped away for a good half hour or so before Daisy could take no longer. As my name left her lips, her hot, liquid love exploded into my waiting mouth, bathing the lower half of my face. Her body shuddered, her flower petals contracted and pulsed, and I continued probing my tongue until she calmed down.
Finally, I drew myself back up, catching my breath, pushing Daisy's hair behind her ears and kissing her mouth, then her nose.
"Daisy…" I blushed. "Do you—do you have…?"
"Of course," she said, opening a drawer on her nightstand and withdrawing a bottle of lotion and something snug for my Mushroom. She placed the lotion on the nightstand, unwrapped the little jacket and laid it across her lap before she took me in her hands.
"Very nice," she mused, and she was right. Little Luigi was tall and lean, just like me, and he was also thick and pulsing right now. I let out a tiny grunt as Daisy started manipulating the Shroom, pumping and stroking.
My hands grabbed onto the bedsheets as Daisy continued to pump me in hearty strokes, my body rocking against her hand. I'd never felt such pleasure before in my life. Daisy knew exactly what she was doing. I threw my head back, ragged gasps leaving my open mouth, enjoying the sensations.
"Dio…" I managed, and Daisy giggled.
"Not yet," she said, slowing and finally stopping so she could ease the Shroom into the cocoon. It was a perfect fit.
I waited until I'd settled down slightly before sliding my body over hers, propping myself up slightly so that I wouldn't squish her too much. My chest just touched the tips of her domes, perfectly aligned, and her arms wrapped around my back. For that magical moment, we laid there.
And then, as carefully as I could, I guided the Shroom into the Warp Pipe.
Daisy gasped. "Oh, Luigi!" she breathed.
Sheathed in her, I was greeted with a warm, wet embrace. After making sure I wasn't hurting her, I began to move inside my Flower Princess, slowly, sensually, my body undulating as if it was performing a dance. A dance of love, only this time, I had a partner. She pulled me closer to her, a look of ecstasy on her face, her body matching my undulations. I whispered tender words of love in her ear as I continued my slow, steady thrusts, our mounds clapping together and her domes dancing up and down my chest. There was barely any friction, our movements so smooth, the feeling of such softness and warmth making stars swirl before my eyes. But I continued to keep that steady, melodic pace, my arms trembling a bit as they continued to prop me up, Daisy holding me so close that I could feel her heart beat against mine. And then we were truly joined, physically, mentally, spiritually, psychologically. Her voice floated around me as our bodies began to shudder; I inhaled her scent as my thrusts deepened. My lips planted everywhere on her skin, kissing and kissing, driving her nearly insane. I did a waterfall effect with her, rising and falling, rising and falling, holding the sensations in my body as long as humanly possible. All I knew was swelling and thickening and tightening until—
An ecstatic explosion hit us at the same time, welding our bodies together. Daisy and I moaned with pure bliss as my Shroom emptied into its jacket and her flower juice squirted around me. Only my arms kept me from collapsing atop her.
We lay together, recovering, kissing and exchanging sweet nothings.
"Oh, Luigi—you make me feel so loved," whispered Daisy.
"Ditto," I whispered back.
I reached over, took the bottle of lotion and squeezed a fair-sized amount into my palm. It smelled of caramel and vanilla. Once again straddling Daisy, I began to rub the lotion onto her skin, starting with her arms and shoulders and moving on to her torso and upper body, my hands gliding like feathers. I cupped her breasts in my hands and lightly flicked my thumbs over her nipples, watching her bite her lower lip in satisfaction. Already, Little Luigi was stirring back to life.
As I massaged lower and lower, I lowered my mouth toward her domes and kissed them again, continuing even as my palm ran along her daisy petals. It elicited an "Ooooh…" in response, so I gave her flower pod another rub, and another and another—until I was pumping her similar to the way she'd pumped me earlier, pumping her and worshipping her bosom with my lips, pumping her in large, circular motions that had her head lolling back and unintelligible syllables pouring from her mouth. She let me carry on with this for quite a while before she stopped me with a tap on my shoulder.
"I—need to—try something," she gasped out.
Daisy rotated us so that I was on my back and she was sitting atop me. She slid my shroom out of its soiled jacket and slid on a new jacket. Then, she lowered herself onto me.
"Ahhh…" I gasped.
My hands flew to her waist as she began to slowly wind her hips. It had been a long time since a woman rode me like this. I found myself mewling and whining her name and jerking my hips up to meet hers. Once she found her rhythm, so did I, our hips gyrating together, her domes bouncing and dancing, her sounds of pleasure mixing with mine to create a wonderful harmony. And then my hands went from caressing her hips to caressing her stomach, then her back, then her butt and then her mound, and she leaned into my touch, her eyes dilating, tipping herself over—and me along with her.
"Daisy…" I arched my back and exploded a second time.
"Luigi…" she followed suit as our bodies ground together, now cool with sweat.
We rested, and then our coupling continued deep into the night. There was nothing except the sensations of mouths and tongues and hands on each other, of softness and heat and liquid, of pistoning hips and writhing bodies and explosions which came deep from our beings, of deep pants and whispers and gasps and moans. By the time we were finished, Daisy's breasts were kiss-swollen, her body was flushed to a splendid pink color, and we were both bathed in sweat and out of breath.
"That—was—amazing…" I managed to say, and she agreed.
We fell asleep, cuddled in each other's arms.
I awoke to find a note from Daisy, asking her to meet me in the shower. When I found her there, she was standing underneath the pour, which turned her hair a shade darker. The two of us had lots of fun in that shower, taking turns getting each other lathered up with strawberry-scented body wash, our soapy bodies sliding together. We used soapy sponges (along with a dash of lotion, of course) to make one another explode over and over, and once our arms got tired, we rinsed off the soap, along with the evidence, and then used the handheld shower jet, which could set the spray to different intensity levels, to have more fun. After I finished her with my mouth several times, we were utterly sated and ready to get a jump on the day.
So—that's that.
Luigi
19 May 1994
Brooklyn, NY
Dear Diary,
Julian is eighteen years old today! To mark the occasion, we spent the day at the Guggenheim Museum, and then we had dinner at Jules's favorite restaurant. Jackie and her family were also there to celebrate, and her gift to him was a bottle of cologne. Tomorrow, Josh and Joan will help him register to vote—just in time for the midterm elections. I couldn't help but choke up a little when it was time for Mario and me to head home.
Jules is all grown up.
Luigi
8 June 1994
MK
Dear Diary,
Pauline and Stanley's wedding is two weeks away, and Mario and I just got our invitations in the mail. I wonder if DK will also be invited. Now that would be interesting.
All in all, I just hope Mario's on his best behavior. I hope he won't start acting like we're in a soap opera and cause shenanigans. He and Stanley struck up a good rapport when they first crossed paths in the mall nearly a decade ago, and they've maintained that good rapport, but that was before Stanley popped the question. I don't want to ask Mario about it, because I feel that such a question is too personal. All I can do is just cross my fingers and hope for the best.
I need to get my outfit ready.
Luigi
22 June 1994
Brooklyn, New York
Dear Diary,
My fears proved to be unfounded, and Pauline and Stanley's wedding went off without a hitch. It was a lovely outdoor ceremony, and best of all, it wasn't too hot. The bride wore a light pink strapless wedding dress and walked down the aisle holding a bouquet of baby's breath. The groom was clad in a navy tuxedo with a red tulip on his lapel. They exchanged traditional vows beneath an altar decorated with peonies and were showered with Sprite as they kissed.
DK, as I suspected, was among the invited guests. He couldn't stop gawking at Pauline and cried silently when Stanley took her in his arms and kissed her. Mario, in contrast, remained perfectly stoic, wearing a freshly-pressed suit and tie, hands in his lap. I could tell it was taking a lot of effort for him to stay so strong.
At the reception, both Mario and DK congratulated the newlyweds. DK even got some trolling in when he pretended to carry off the bride. We helped ourselves to drinks before the happy couple shared their first dance and cut the cake. After a quick lunch, Pauline changed into a more comfortable dress, and the reception became a dance party! Mario and I stayed until late afternoon; he claimed he was tired, but we both knew the reason. We decided to spend the rest of the day in our Brooklyn apartments.
One of my favorite TV programs is about to start. I'll catch up with you later.
Luigi
26 June 1994
Brooklyn, NY
Dear Diary,
Just four days after watching Mario's first love tie the knot with someone else, I watched Julian walk across the stage to receive his high school diploma. We secured seats next to the Spellmans, who were doing excellent, by the way. Jamie is walking normally again, albeit he needs a cane from time to time. But let's not change the subject.
The graduates filed into the auditorium as a live orchestra played "Pomp and Circumstance". Jules was in the middle of the line, while Jackie was toward the end. The school superintendent, Principal and Vice Principal gave brief but impactful speeches, and one of Jules's classmates delivered the valedictory speech. Next, another faculty member read out each student's name, assorted family members cheering as they received their diploma. Josh, Julian, Mario and I cheered loud and hard when Jules's name was called, as did Jamie and Janice when Jackie's name was spoken.
At the end of the ceremony, Josh and Joan, and Jamie and Janice grabbed their respective offspring for a group hug, making no effort to hold back their tears. I was also crying as I gave Jules a hug. Then, Mario and I took photos of the two families, followed by a few pictures of Jules and Jackie.
During the ride to the celebratory dinner, Jules told me that he and Jackie had applied for and were accepted into NYU. He'd pursue a Business major, while Jackie would pursue an Art major, hoping to become a dancer.
An entrepreneur and a dancer. It's an odd match, but it looks like it'll work out!
Luigi
18 September 1994
Brooklyn, NY
Dear Diary,
Today was Jules and Jackie's first official day at NYU. Their dorm rooms are just across the hall from each other, and their roommates are quite affable. After Jules talked to me about the days events, I spent some time comforting Josh and Joan, who were suffering a brief bout of jitters. Jamie and Janice were probably feeling the same way.
My God, how Julian has grown! Now he's in a college dorm, but I'll always remember the day he slid from Joan's womb onto that white blanket.
Luigi
21 November 1994
MK
Dear Diary,
DK sent us a postcard from DK Isle today. Along with it was a picture of him with his father, Cranky Kong, and his agile nephew, Diddy Kong. In addition, he'd enclosed a letter narrating his latest adventure. His new arch-enemy, King K. Rool, had stolen his supply of bananas, but DK and Diddy managed to take them back following a chase and a battle aboard K. Rool's pirate ship. It made for an interesting read. Mario certainly thought so, as he laughed at certain points.
Just between you and me, I think he's just relieved that DK's not obsessed with Pauline anymore.
Luigi
31 December 1994
Princess Toadstool's Castle, MK
Dear Diary,
So, there's this company called Philips, which specializes in producing CD-I games. And earlier today, they released a game called Hotel Mario. My thoughts—it's even worse than the train wreck I swore never to mention again!
Which was worse, the voice acting or the cheesy dialogue? Mario and I spent more time laughing at it than actually playing the game. When the Princess came across it, she actually wrinkled her nose when she tried her hand at playing.
"What is this crap?" she wanted to know, and let me tell you, she rarely uses such vocabulary.
"I think they're trying to pass it off as a video game," snickered Mario, and the three of us laughed.
"All right," said the Princess when we recovered. "Let's just send this to Koopa. A special New Year's Eve gift from the object of his desires."
We wrapped the sorry excuse of a game in some ornate wrapping paper and sent it off by express to Koopa's Castle.
"I'm sure he'll have a ball with that," the Princess said snarkily, initiating another laughing fit from Mario and me.
But enough of that. It, along with the rest of the year, will be behind us once the fireworks show begins. All I want to think about now is my future with Daisy, along with whatever adventures, misadventures, trials and tribulations the coming year will bring us.
Arrivederci, 1994!
Luigi
14 February 1995
Sarasaland
Dear Diary,
This is my first Valentine's Day with Daisy since we consummated our relationship, and there's no sign of us breaking up anytime soon! This afternoon, we went on a nice little boat ride into the Tunnel of Love. Once we were in the tunnel, I gave her a flower bouquet and a box of chocolates and told her how much I loved her, and then she kissed me.
Earlier tonight, we had a private booth at our favorite restaurant, and we fed each other appetizers, surf-and-turf and chocolate-covered strawberries while sipping on sweet wine and stealing kisses. Back at her castle, we shared a slow dance and another kiss before heading up to the bedroom and—well, you know.
This must be amore!
Luigi
31 March 1995
MK
Dear Diary,
Oh, Dio—I'm so upset that I can barely write a word, and my tears make it hard for me to see. No—it's not Mario-related, I promise. It's because of a shocking act of violence that occurred in Corpus Christi, Texas.
The Tejano pop singer Selena became incorporated into the Mushroom Kingdom's consciousness from the moment the Toads and their Princess first heard her music. I think "Bidi Bidi Bom Bom" was the first Selena song broadcasted to the MK. And it wasn't just her singing—it was her dancing! Sometimes, we'd get to see television broadcasts of her concerts, and I had to admit—she danced better than me. A year ago, her efforts won her a Grammy for Best Mexican-American album. Last I heard, she was working on an album in English.
But we'll never see the fruits of that labor, nor will we ever get to see her dance or hear her sing again. At around noon, a breaking news bulletin reported that Selena had been shot by her fan club president, who'd been accused of betraying her trust. The singer had met her at the Days Inn in Corpus Christi in order to recover missing, believed stolen, financial documents. An argument ensued between the women, which culminated in Selena noticing the gun, attempting to flee and taking a bullet to the shoulder. EMTs had rushed her to the hospital, where she was in critical condition.
Shortly thereafter, the Princess summoned us to her castle. Her voice shook slightly as she told us that she heard the news, and that we should pray for Selena's recovery. For nearly an hour, Mario and I, along with the Toads, sat in complete silence, save for the Princess's TV as she tuned in for updates.
At around 1:10 p.m., the Princess broke the tragic news—Selena had been pronounced dead. All radio stations in the MK began playing Selena's music in tribute, and the Mushroom Flag flew at half staff for the rest of the day. An hour later, Daisy called, saying that she just heard what happened and that she's ordered her flag flown at half-mast, as well.
I couldn't watch the standoff between the killer and the police; instead, I raced to my room and bawled. Selena was only 23—she had so much to live for! And a deranged fan had gunned her down because she'd been brave enough to call her out on her dishonesty. Life, sadly, doesn't always work out like it does here, with good winning and evil beating a hasty retreat, and everyone has cake before going back to living their lives. Sometimes, the damsels in distress aren't rescued in time—but you can be d—n sure they'll be avenged.
Once I was all bawled out, I called Josh and asked him if he heard the news yet. He told me that it just broke in his area, and he's tasked Julian to watch over things while he tries to process it. But Julian was also an avid Selena fan; he's probably taking this as hard as his dad. Josh and I talked for a bit about Selena and her music, and then he put Julian on the phone. Jules was barely keeping it together himself, and he said that Selena didn't do anything to anyone, so why did she have to die? I wish I could tell you that I had the answer to that question, but I didn't. All I could tell him was that Selena is among the stars now, free to perform for our ancestors without fear of being shot at or swindled.
Just like the Challenger disaster nine years ago, there's going to be a candlelight vigil for Selena later tonight. As for the killer, she eventually surrendered herself to the authorities. The closest thing to a happy ending is the hope that she'll face the appropriate justice for this crime.
Goodbye, Selena. Until my game is over, I'll always be dreaming of you.
Luigi
14 August 1995
MK
Dear Diary,
Guess what, guess what? The Princess held a little tennis tournament today! It wasn't that big of an affair, only consisting of seven participants, but it was another opportunity to show off some skills of mine!
Once again, Koopa arrived under a flag of truce to compete in the tournaments, accompanied by a Koopa Troopa. DK made a reappearance as well, with Diddy cheering him on in the stands. As soon as the tennis racket was in my hand, my game face was on. In singles, I faced Toad in the first round, the Princess in the second round and Koopa in the final round. Although that turtle won, I took most of the fun out of his win by not batting an eye when he tried to rub it in my face. Instead, I just walked right past him to warm up for doubles.
I was about to ask Mario to be my doubles partner when he walked up and asked me! Great minds think alike! Both working and playing alongside my brother gives me such a euphoric feeling, a feeling that's existed since we were kids. And during the doubles portion of the tournament, it showed. Our final opponents were DK and Koopa, an old rival teaming up with a new. My speed came in handy when I had to return the faster shots, so I stayed toward the back of the court in case the ball went whizzing past Mario, which it did most of the time. Thanks to our strategy, Mario and I won doubles, and I, for once, received some acknowledgment.
Phew—I'm sweaty and stinky! I'm gonna go take a shower now!
Luigi
18 October 1995
MK
Dear Diary,
It's been ten years. Ten whole years since our first showdown with Koopa, ten whole years since the Princess first kissed me and Mario on the nose. Ten whole years since we decided to call the Mushroom Kingdom our second home.
Today was a fairly rough day for me, regardless. The Princess held a tenth anniversary celebration at her castle, and every last Toad in the kingdom was in attendance. There was a theatrical reenactment of the first rescue, games, speeches, and a big cake. But as always, despite his best efforts, the spotlight was firmly on Mario.
I appeared in the theatrical reenactment, but the actors kept forgetting my name and had to ad lib. The speeches extolled Mario's heroism and coolness under pressure, but I wasn't mentioned unless it was an afterthought. It was Mario, Mario and more Mario, but I was so happy for him that it negated most of the frustration. I went up and gave a speech of my own, telling the Toads about how he was my hero before we crawled through that Warp Pipe. Mario beamed at me the whole time, positively bursting with every word. After the speeches, the Princess draped a 36K gold medal dangling on a red and blue ribbon around his neck before kissing him on the cheek, bringing everyone in the castle to their feet with thunderous applause.
At least I had Daisy as my plus-one to keep me company. She held my hand as Mario was presented with his award, sensing my inner turmoil and calming it with the healing power of touch. And with her touch came the reminder of Josh's wise words, of playing the grateful game. Ten years after helping to rescue the Princess for the first time, I had a lot of things to be grateful for. I was grateful for becoming a "mother" to Yoshi, and grateful for gaining a significant other. And I was grateful for the rise of sporting events here, as they've provided safe outlets for my feelings before they boil over. A round of the grateful game was all it took to calm me down.
As the celebration wound down, Daisy and I sat together with Mario and the Princess, eating some of the leftover cake.
"Princess—we just want you to know—discovering this place is the best thing that's ever happened to us," said Mario.
The Princess smiled. "You know," she said. "We've known each other for ten years. We should be well past the formalities stage by now."
"Well…" Mario blushed. "We've heard people address you as 'Princess' or 'Princess Toadstool'. And I know that's a mouthful, but…"
"After ten years, it's safe to say that we're now on a first-name basis," said the Princess. "From now on, you and the rest of the subjects can call me—Peach."
"Peach," we repeated.
I remembered the smell of her perfume when she first greeted us in her red and white dress. How it smelled of peaches. Now I know why…
"That's a very nice name," I said.
"It kinda rolls off the tongue," agreed Mario.
"And I can't say this enough," said the Princess—Peach. "Thank you—for restoring my dominion and giving my people a reason to live and fight another day."
"You're welcome," Mario and I said in unison.
For what it's worth, it's been an eventful ten years here in the MK. I've made new friends, found a girlfriend and saw new places. My brother and I have fought and then made up. And now we're on a first-name basis with this fantasyland's gorgeous ruler—Peach. What more can a plumber ask for?
Here's to the next ten years as a plumber and protector!
Luigi