2019
I won't freeze up.
Won't turn back.
Won't abandon hope.
Not as long as I say the names.
The names of those depending on me.
So I say them.
As I wander through this haunted hotel,
I say their names.
Almost like a prayer.
Almost like a prayer...
Mario.
Princess Peach.
Toad.
Do it for them.
A chance to relax and unwind
At a mysterious resort
Turned into the worst nightmare imaginable.
The welcoming environment
Has become a death trap.
I'm miles from home
And my friends are missing.
By myself
With no one to rely on
But my trusty vacuum
And a gooey doppelganger.
But there's nothing to fear
Nothing to dread
As long as I say the names.
The names of my friends
In the clutches of the king
Who made good on his threat.
I walk these halls with my gooey clone
And say their names.
Almost like a prayer.
Almost like a prayer...
Mario.
Princess Peach.
Toad.
Do it for them.
My vacuum is better than ever.
When fighting a ghost,
I can slam them into the floor
Into each other
Into anything I see fit.
I've always wanted to get more aggressive with these ghosts.
When I'm almost overrun,
I'll give myself some room
With a quick burst of air.
And finally,
I can fire a plunger on a rope.
It gets rid of obstructions like shields
And works as a good tether, too.
My gooey clone has a vacuum, too.
It works the same,
But it's still nice to have a helping hand this time
Rather than a snarky professor.
We negotiate obstacles
Solve puzzles
And take down every ghost in our way.
I remember who I'm fighting for—
Why I'm still fighting
And not running—
Each time I say the names.
The names of three of the people
Who've been nothing but courteous toward me.
I work my way up floor after floor
And say their names.
Almost like a prayer.
Almost like a prayer...
Mario.
Princess Peach.
Toad.
Do it for them.
One floor is medieval-themed
And ends with me slamming around a ghostly king.
Another is movie-themed
And ends with me starring in a ghost-director's monster movie.
So many floors.
So many ghosts.
So many adventures.
So many frights.
The only way for me
To keep powering forward
Is to say the names.
The names of those
At my old foe's mercy.
And so—
Softly, almost reverently,
I say their names.
Almost like a prayer.
Almost like a prayer...
Mario.
Princess Peach.
Toad.
Do it for them.
DO
IT
FOR
THEM.
(Song: "Flight Hymn" by Ross Bugden: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCQKGLOK2FqmVgVwYferltKQ)
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Almost Like a Prayer
PuisiHe'd run away, never look back, if he didn't say the words. Those words are the only safeguard against the fear.
