Funny you should say that, actually. You're my friend, I have a little sister who's a raving Beatles fan, and she punched someone who mistakenly proclaimed she was wearing a Jonas Brothers shirt.
Forgive me for posting the Picard facepalm picture and sending the story off topic, but the situation called for it. Your story is very good nintendoobsessed and I'm interested on where it's going to go from here.
It's okay. That post really called for it. (And apparantly, this was the Bloodykoopas first post. Did he join JUST to write that stuff? :P
Jonas Brothers dislike aside, I really am interested as to where the story will go from here, and though the plot of Mario getting killed and someone else stepping up to his position isn't exactly numero uno for originality (nor is Mario with a child) but the way you present it is certainly intriguing. Keep up the good work.
Yeah, I know. This is kind of like how Super Mario Sunshine was to Super Mario Galaxy. I took a lot of the ideas from Mario's Crowbar (Names, Mario dying, etc.), and tried to improve them into this. I guess it worked out, as I'm getting a lot more comments for this!
(Traveling through the Klapra Mountains. It has been three days since Phase 15. Celistar looks tired but determined. Wes is well, but he is severely annoyed.)
Celistar: These are some…long mountains…
Wes: The Klapra Mountains go on for hundreds of miles.
Celistar: Well…we’ve got to rescue…Toadbert…
Wes: Why are you so determined about this? By this time, they’ve probably finished torturing him, and have now finished him off. It only takes the doctor two hours to find the information he wants.
Wes: Oh…er…yes. I’m assuming they have a doctor. To torture the…”patients”…
Celistar: Then why did you say you knew how many-
(Suddenly, two Dark Koopas come from behind a large rock. One holds a knife. The other holds a large sack.)
Dark Koopa: Heh heh heh. What a random group. A Koopa and a Human…let’s just get to the details. You put everything valuable in here… (Points to sack)…then, we play a game to see if you live.
Celistar: You’ve got to be kidding. Are we supposed to be intimidated by that knife?
Wes: Um, Cel…that’s a KNIFE. It’s sharp. And it kills.
Celistar: It’s not as bad as that thing that killed my father…
Wes: Yes, but-
Celistar: Let’s just get this over with.
Dark Koopa: Yes! Stop your nonsense, and give us whatever’s in those backpacks!
Celistar: Well, I can definitely give you a pack!
(Celistar leaps on the Dark Koopa without the knife. His head smashes into his shell, screaming as his skull is broken into shards, piercing his head, causing a rush of blood coming out of the shell. Celistar leaps off sideways, sending the shell spinning at the other Dark Koopa in a wonder of physics. It knocks the Koopa in the gut, smacking him off a cliff side, the shell following. The only thing left is a large puddle of blood. Shocked silence.)
Wes: That “pack” thing wasn’t funny.
Celistar: I know. I never really liked puns, anyway.
(Switch to Bowser’s Castle. Throne Room. Bowser is still on his throne; he refuses to go anywhere else, except when absolutely necessary. Dr. Speckian has arrived, angry that he has had to walk all the way from the dungeons.)
Bowser: Well, Professor Speckiyam? What did you learn?
Dr. Speckian: It’s DOCTOR SPECKIAN, sir, and I have learned an incredible amount from the prisoner, since you have given me so much time to torture him.
Dr. Speckian: E. Gadd has installed a complex security system. It involves every known entrance to the castle-including windows-except one.
Bowser: What? Yes? Where is it?
Dr. Speckian: (Looks nervous, and then whispers something unintelligible)
Dr. Speckian: Yes…the prisoner…after many torture devices, he finally screamed out this secret.
Dr. Speckian: It would likely be a good idea that you send some…random Koopa to do the job…I don’t think you’d fit, anyway…
Bowser: WHAT? Are you saying-?
Dr. Speckian: No…no…but…surely you wouldn’t want to go through-
Bowser: No. No, that’s right. We’ll have to send a team, however. I doubt only one would get the princess out.
Dr. Speckian: Maybe this isn’t worth it. Even if it’s disused…a hundred year old sewage pipe is still not very…clean…
Bowser: QUIET. It’s not my problem, I’m not going in there. Besides, Mario’s gone, and Luigi’s incident has left him…unhelpful to them. And Mario’s daughter…she’s actually coming HERE. BWA HA HA HA!
(The screen blacks slowly, Bowser’s laughs fading in the distance. Switch to Jonas, who wakes up in a panic. He is in a misty hut, and in the far end is a misty shape.)
???: Ahhhh…Jonas…you finally awake. You’ve been in that trance for three days.
Jonas: Ert…but the last thing I remember…ert…is starting up the castle…
???: The mist led you here in your sleep…you arrived asleep…the mist will do that…
Jonas: Ert…the mist! But…who are you?
(Mist starts to clear. It is an old Toad. Jonas starts to feel a strange tumult of feelings…coming from the Goomba. But he manages to not step back)
The Master: A long time ago, I was known as The Master. A Toad Town miracle. I was once even stronger then Mario.
The Master: Yes…but after much training, he defeated me. How is Mario?
Jonas: Ert…he died. The Doctors are still trying to find a cause, but the doctors are sure it was a Koopa.
The Master: Oh…that is terrible.
Jonas: Ert…yes…why are you away from Toad Town? In this misty mountain?
The Master: Heh heh ha. Mt. Shigeru is a place of higher meaning. It is a place of training…and I have evidence to believe that this mist is from a Gap.
The Master: Rips in the dimensional thread. But that is…getting off the subject. After all of this training, I have gained the ability to sense people’s energies…and I felt you. I wanted to bring you here, to see if my ability was truly correct, or if I needed more training…
Jonas: Well, ert-
The Master: A Heiho hero, eh?
Jonas: Well, actually, no. Well, I mean,-
The Master: I’m sure you can do something. I mean, you DID feel at least a little powerful.
Jonas: I’m ert…very sorry sir…maybe you misread.
The Master: Why are you so sure you are nothing? Perhaps you have hidden abilities-
Jonas: No. Now sir, I came up here for you to tell me where Celistar’s daughter was, and-
The Master: Well…if I can’t feel your energy correctly, perhaps I don’t truly know where Mario’s daughter is, hmm?
Jonas: Well, I…ert! I’m not going to waste any more time… (With a prompt turn, Jonas leaves, feeling more arrogant then ever. However, the House appears to be floating in the air, and Jonas starts falling. The Master looks down, and sighs.)
(Switch to Celistar’s nightmare. Young Celistar…running…tripping…through the black door…the figure…turning…the face of the mask…argh...so…frustrating…it’s…SO FAMILIAR…something…important…the…figure…”Celistar…you’re d-“…she can’t hear the…rest…and….she turns…MORE…figures…all with the same mask…dark, shadowy bodies…she can feel their hate…and…surprise…and…! The…center…! It’s-It’s-!)
TO BE CONTINUED…?