In the end of the 20th century, the world changed forever when a monster attack occurred. For the next decades, monsters began to attack humanity, bringing human civilization to calamity. But one was king of them all: Godzilla. A beast who slayed no...
A young boy and his brother were with their parents, Charles and Maria Mario, the former holding a briefcase labeled Anti-Goji.
Luigi: Are we almost there, mom?
Maria: Close to the ship? Yes. But we're not going in it yet.
Mario: I thought you said we have to go on.
Charles: She did, but there's something I wanna show Captain James before we leave.
Suddenly, the bus crashes. Fires were spread, the buses were all down and crushed. The two bros and their mother ran with the rest to where the landing ships were, until-
(Blast)
(Boom)
"I remember the flames that lit up the sky when that explosion occurred. The sunken despair faces of the adults, Luigi crying for our mom, who will never come back. Our parents did everything to save us in every way possible. Dad protected us in the crash before his death, and Mom did the same by bringing us into the shuttle, while she took the hit of the explosion. I remember how that monster roared into the sky after the explosion, as if he was roaring one last sadistic goodbye to us.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
We were given the briefcase by mom before she died, but someone took it, being planted into the data banks of the Aratrum, as if it was just data from ancient history. We departed, hoping to find another habitable planet. Luigi and I were raised by Mr Fleming, who also took in his granddaughter's daughter, Peach Toadstool. She lost everything like we did, and the two of us stuck by her side. I hope Luigi is still keeping her company. Things have been hard since Bowser and I went to prison. I should've never agreed to helping him. But I understand both sides.
Bowser's angry. So is the committee. Ever since we left, we've been going through a hell just as worse as our ravaged planet. Endless days of hunger and thirst. Endless freezing. There were lots of fighting during lunchtime and dinner time, riots are happening currently, and population numbers are taking a nosedive. There was even people who fell into disease, as well as others who lost their sanity. Some even ending it for themselves......It hurts me. Dad told me that all of us have a punishment, but not the same one. But it feels like we're being punished for others' actions.
Kindness, pride, sympathy, love.....hope, are nothing but a myth now. A fairytale from a time when we took water and oxygen for granted. It hurts me to see what we turned into. Sometimes, it feels like it's me, Luigi, Peach, and all of us against the world.
Where are we going?
For what reason?
How do we make things better? No longer living on bar of time. No longer haunted by the memories of the dead.
