[h3][color=ed1c24]Mario[/color][/h3]
[b]Location: Toad Town --> Goomba King Fortress[/b]
[b]Mentions:[/b][@Kafka Komedy][@Jensoman][@tex][@Lmpkio][@rechonq][@Lugia]


Prior to arriving to the Goomba Village, Mario couldn’t resist taking a to-go bag of some sort of fast food substance with him. They were going to be on the road for a while, and ever since all the nonsense had broken out, he didn’t get a chance to eat since the Card Tournament—stupid tournament. There was only one restaurant that managed to remain in business throughout the siege—and was of no surprise. McGrundle was a shrewd businessman and his McGrundle restaurants were designed to last even time apparently. The workers were bound to his contracts, and were practically born into his servitude. As cruel as it might have sounded, the McGrundies were actually content.

It might have been amusing to see Mario ride up to the drive-thru window atop of a blue dinosaur. The window girl had been quite the looker, and it had been unfortunate that she had been bound to the restaurant and never allowed to leave. If it wasn’t for Blake, who she had thought was cute, then he might not have ever gotten her number. SCORE!—Wait…where were they? Oh yes, back to the journey!

As the group marched across the Toad Town bridge, Mario was munching on a burger when he felt the bridge sink beneath them and his blue eyes accusingly darted over to gaze at Bowser. He was the biggest amongst them, so it had to be him! Who else could it have been? The hot greasy bag of burgers and fries rested against the back of Blake’s neck. The Yoshi hadn’t been an easy one to break in, but Mario had gotten him to cooperate at least up to the Goomba King’s Fortress. He had actually gotten him some burgers as compensation for the ride.

[b]AH! We meet again, Mario!! I, the great and powerful Goomba King, has not forgotten what you have done to me![/b]

Mario slurped long and hard on his strawberry milkshake, his eyes narrowing as he heard the third…was it the third? Maybe he was getting ahead of himself. It was the second villainous cliché declaration that he had encountered.

[color=0072bc]“Don’t blame me, blame your mom for why you came out cross-eyed,”[/color] Mario grumbled.

Before the king could continue, he was interrupted by two mysterious bros. Shit, even the normal minions around the kingdom thought that he was pathetic. He was starting to feel sorry for the ruler now.

[color=0072bc][i]I probably should have gone through with the theatrics. This must mean a lot to the guy,[/i][/color] Mario mused.

As the Goomba King launched at him, Mario lowered his shake and played along, [color=0072bc]“Oh no…whatever shall I do…here comes the mighty Goomba King…”[/color]

[color=0072bc][i]Shit that sounded awful[/i][/color], Mario internally cringed. He didn’t mean to sound sarcastic. He was actually trying! But lo and behold, Bowser had to step in and bully the king.

Slurping obnoxiously loud on his milkshake, Mario scowled at Bowser after his outburst.

[color=0072bc]“You’re not king of shit!” Mario shouted, basically booing him off his pedestal. “The day you’re King of the Mushroom Kingdom is the day the Goomba King becomes World Emperor. It’s not gonna happen! Besides, didn’t YOU make the Goomba King as means to defeat me?”[/color]

[b]Go King Bowser!![/b]

Mario glanced over at Soggy Bones and rolled his eyes. No surprise that a drunk undead turtle would be his only cheerleader.

[color=0072bc]“We don’t have time for this nonsense. You’re beatin’ up the Goomba King, but we need to ask him if he knows anything about the invasion!”[/color]