Ok so basically I am working on two stories at the moment, but thought I'd start this now anyway cuz its been in my head for a while! Just so you know, I don't consider Zero Suit Samus a newcomer 'cause....well, she IS samus, who's been a veteran for the past three games! I DON'T OWN BRAWL.
"What can I tell you? It all started like this..."
A centurion messenger was screaming at the top of his lungs, as he came scurrying into the small temple. I could tell he had run up to me from behind, screaming about something. The sound of bombs and shrieks were in the background.
"Captain, we are under attack! Medusa and her followers came from no where, bombing all in sight! A soldier has knowledge that they might be here to capture Lady Palutena! What are your or-"
"........Did you just 'shh' me?"
"YES, NOW SHUT UP. I'M CONCENTRATING."
I felt the Centurion's look gaze upon the mailbox I was focusing on.
".....You're staring at a mailbox."
"Yes, it's a mailbox now SILENCE."
"Why is there even a mailbox inside?"
"Because if it's outside, and not near me, then I won't know when the mail will come! Now GOODBYE."
"But Captain, did you not hear me? Both Angel Land and it's Goddess of Light are in grave danger!"
"Your in grave danger if you don't leave, so I'm sorry but you'll have to call back later."
"We're not even on the phone!"
"YOUR MOM'S NOT ON THE PHONE. OOOOOOHHHHH!"
"......Are you on crack?" Before he could get an answer, a piece of the ceiling was blasted off and crashed right next to the soldier. The screams grew louder.
"CAPTAIN, I NEED YOUR COMMAND!"
"YOU NEED YOUR MOM'S COMMAND!"
"STOP BEING CONFUSING! WHAT COULD BE MORE IMPORTANT THAN THIS OTHER THAN MICHAEL JACKSON'S DEATH!?"
"TWO WORDS, SOLDIER. Super-Smash-Brothers-Brawl-Tournament."
".....That was five words. And didn't they not put you in the last two ones anyway?"
"Yes, and it was only because they couldn't make my wings despite the fact that everyone still looked like crap in the first tournament."
"So what in blazes does that have to do with staring at the mailbox!?"
"Because, now that graphics in games today kick much ass, they're OBVIOUSLY gonna let me in this one and send me an acceptance letter. DUH."
"You can't just assume that's gonna happen..."
"OR MAYBE I CAN, LITTLE SPARTAN. MAYBE..I..CAN!!!!"
A scream came as another centurion came flying through the walls, before crashing onto the ground nearby. He lifted up his head, and raised a bloody hand.
".....Anyone..have a Red Bull...?" Faints.
"WE'RE LOSING LIVES ALREADY!!!"
"LIVES ARE LOST EVERY DAY, NO MATTER WHAT."
"YEAH, BUT NOT LIKE THIS! Why can't you wait elsewhere for the mailman to come? Like maybe, oh I don't know...ON THE BATTLE FIELD!!?"
"NO! If I leave now, the mailman might miss me!!"
"The mailman always comes, you idiot! Wait, what am I saying? HE'S NOT EVEN GONNA COME IF THE FREAKING MAILBOX IS INSIDE!!!"
A crumpling noise ruptured from above suddenly. Still unable to look away from the precious box of mail, I only saw rubble of the ceiling flying down around us. Darkness flew in quickly as the pieces of the ceiling trapped us in. I didn't really care about what would happen to this historic ancient 1,000 year old temple, but only realized that if this mailbox was crushed-then there would be no where for the mail to come!
"I'LL SAVE YOU, BOXY!" Just in time, I pulled the mailbox from the ground and rain off clutching onto it.
"HEY, WAIT!" I heard the pipsqueak cry as he flew after me. Several seconds later, both of us dived out of the collapsing temple, rolling onto the cloud-like ground. The building was now in shambles, and worst was the armies from the Underworld marching past us! I could've sworn one of them was doing that Hitler salute thing....
"CAPTAIN, THEY'RE MORE THAN HALFWAY TO PALUTENA'S HOME. YOU NEED TO TELL US WHAT TO DO!!"
"Hold your pants!"
"I'm not wearing any pants-"
Disgusted, I gave him a punch across the face-knocking him out.
"YOU SICK NUDIST!!!"
Then from no where, I noticed a newcomer. A centurion dressed as a mailman!
"Hey, I'm here with your mai-OMG, WHAT THE HECK IS HAPPENING HERE!?"
"YOU!" I grabbed him by the collar, swiped the stack of letters he held in his hand, and threw him off the cloud we were on. Anxious as ever, I searched through everything in the pile.
"Bill, bill, bill, nick magazine subscription card, bill-"
I stopped at the last one, my eyes dead wide.
Labeled in gold print was 'YOU ARE INVITED.' I teared the paper off, and stared at the print.
Dear Pit, of the game Kid Icarus,
As Leader of all things related to the Nintendo-world wide famous tournaments, Super Smash Brothers and it's second brawl-out Melee, I am proud to have you recognized as a known to the video gaming world protagonist of a series in our next and third tournament, SUPER SMASH BROTHERS BRAWL.
Therefore, you are invited to join different battles with many other Nintendo smashers such as yourself! (Beside a certain mercenary and hedgehog). On the ninth of August, you are to report to the Nintendo Airport with all of your belongings. You will be boarding flight 13 at 12:04 AM as a passenger with the other Newcomers to this tournament.
P.S. There is also a contract in the envelope stating that you must agree to all terms that if you are injured in any way whatsoever, it's your fault for joining-so you can't sue us!
P.S.S. Not that you'll actually get hurt! Just a few flesh wounds maybe, heh heh...
P.S.S.S. Um....why don't you just ignore what I wrote? I'm a floating hand so it's hard for me to write this small....HERE, TAKE A FREE GIFT! You'll be using this weapon in a lot of brawls.
My lips were dry. My hands were shaking. Tears were coming down. I had never felt so happy in my life.
"...I'm...I'm going...! I'm actually joining Super Smash Brawl! YES!!!!!!! YEAH, BABY!!!!!!! FIGHT THE POWER BIACTHES!!!! AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHHAHAH!!!!!!!!!"
As I continued cheering I noticed something drop out of the letter, and I picked it up. A tiny ball changing colors with lines going through it. On the back was labeled, SMASH BALL. My grip tightened as I had accidently crushed it between my fingers, and I began to glow different colors! The power....IT WAS AWESOME!
Coming down from the skies and onto the armies of Medusa, were more of the mighty Centurions! DESTRUCTION!!!
"YES, MWAHAHAHAHAH! DESTRUCTION! DESTRUCTION! DESTRUCTION! DESTRUCTION...!"
"And that was how I had gotten my acceptance letter. DESTRUCTION, DESTRUCTION, DESTRU-"
"SHUT UP!" I gave an 'oof' as the mushroom headed lady at the window, called Toadette, had whacked me with the Nintendo Airport brochure.
"I DON'T CARE IF YOU WERE IN A WAR, will you just buy your ticket and leave already!?"
"Yeah, we have flights to catch!" A voice from the very, VERY long line behind me shouted. As the Toadette threw my ticket at my face, I noticed a nearby clock in the airport and gasped.
"11:45!? CRAP, I'M GONNA MISS THE FLIGHT!" With both the ticket and my suitcase in hand, I ran off! WOW, this is like boarding the Hogwarts Express!
And there goes chapter number one. This story isn't 'mainly' focusing on Pit, just this chapter to introduce the dramaticness! I'll update whenevs, but like I said, I have other stories!