Unwritten: Diary of a Lean Green Plumber

Brothers' Loyalty

17 October 2001

MK

Dear Diary,

A month has passed, and yet the events of September 11 are still fresh in our minds. Whenever we visit the castle, Mario and I can hear Peach talking to President Bush over the phone. Koopa hasn't paid one his customary visits once since that horrible day, and when he does show up, it's under a flag of truce. I make sure to stay in contact with Josh and his family; Mario and I have increased the frequency of our trips to Brooklyn. We may be protectors of a faraway land now, but we're Brooklynites first. Once a Brooklynite, always a Brooklynite.

DK phoned us all the way from DK Isle shortly after the attacks. I could tell he was worried about Pauline, so I told him that she's okay, albeit rattled. She'd witnessed the Towers get hit and collapse firsthand and had to help her fellow citizens outrun the resulting cloud of dust and smoke. Sounding on the verge of tears, DK asked us to give Pauline his best, and we agreed.

The September 11 attacks have brought old foes together, and old friendships have further deepened. People have swallowed their pride and reached out to their fellow man in this time of strife. We've been plunged into our darkest hour, but we'll make it through.

Together.

Luigi

18 October 2001

MK

Dear Diary,

You won't believe what's just happened to me today! I received a letter in the mail regarding some contest I don't even remember entering. Apparently, I've won the contest. And the prize? A free mansion! I've always wanted a mansion, with my own personal exercise studio, a home theater, and the latest stereo technology. I'm gonna keep this entry brief, because there's no time to waste—I need to take a look at my new home. I've already given Mario a buzz; he's gonna meet me there!

Luigi

19 October 2001

MK

Dear Diary,

Well—

I—

Let me just—tell you what happened last night.

The letter came with an enclosed map, and I followed the direction to reach my "free mansion". Turns out, it looked nothing like the photographs they provided me with. It was in the middle of nowhere, in some eerie forest with gnarled tree branches. The wind moaned, and the only company I had was the occasional crow flying overhead. As for the mansion itself, it looked like something out of a B-horror movie. I pushed open the gate and stepped through the walkway, getting a better look at the place. With the windows lit up in an ominous yellow glow and the position of the door, it looked like it was glaring at me. Brrr.

Reaching the door, I eased it open, gazing into the dimly lit room before me. "Hello?" I warily called.

No answer.

Clicking on my trusty flashlight, I ventured inside the mansion's foyer and started searching every room—well, not every room; some of the doors were locked. "Mario?" I called out. "Mario?"

But he wasn't there. And I also sensed that I wasn't alone.

Eventually, I palmed a key which took me into the parlor. As I cautiously made my way inside—an orange ghost with yellow eyes popped out, lunging forward with arms outstretched to grab me!