Post by iYoshi on Sept 23, 2010 21:34:53 GMT -5
Short stories about the everyday life of Mario characters and species, from their perspective.
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The sun beats down on me, drying all the fluid in my body. I’m being scorched, and the smell of cooking mushrooms fills the air. It reminds me that I haven’t eaten anything. I’m exhausted, parched, and starving. I keep marching, but I trip and land facedown in the cool grass.
I don’t feel like getting up yet, and I just lie there and rest.
--
All my life, I’d been told that being a soldier in the Koopa Troop was a high honor. Every year, when the Hammer Bro. came around to draft soldiers, I would rush outside, hoping he would notice me. However, I was very weak back then. He would always pick the strongest Goomba in town.
After many years, the Hammer Bro. finally drafted me. I was so excited, but I finally noticed that I was the only one qualified to be in the army left. All the other Goombas were old and withered or young and tiny.
I was excited, but the others told me excitement was a bad thing in the army. On the first day, I was punished for not showing proper respect to King Bowser during orientation. I’ve never grown out of my excitement. Being in the Koopa Troop Army was my dream. Even on my mission today, I rushed out too quickly, and left the rest of the unit behind.
--
Something hits my side.
“What are you doing, private? Stop napping and get in formation!”
I look up. The rest of the unit is here. The commander of the unit is still kicking me, telling me to get up.
“Got any food or water?” I ask him.
“We’re not at the fort yet. If you hadn’t rushed off while we were making preparations, you wouldn’t be so tired.”
I go to my assigned position in the formation. All the stronger Goombas are in the front, and slightly weaker ones are on the sides. They are trying to protect the supply Goombas, who are average in terms of strength. After a battle, the injured Goombas are all in the middle. All the weak and “problem” Goombas are in the back of the formation, where they are less likely to mess up in battle.
I am at the rear, right behind the weak Goombas. The only ones behind me are the insane or destructive Goombas.
I sigh. My overexcitement makes me a troublemaker. I am often lectured about being too energetic. However, I feel like the exact opposite. I look for the fort, where I can finally rest. It’s so close. All the soldiers in the front are already inside. The commander counts every soldier, making sure we all make it in safely. Five more steps, and I’m in. However, the exhaustion sets in again. My feet feel like lead. I can’t lift them. I’m crying in my head, trying hard not to show it. A voice breaks my thoughts.
“If Mario comes here, I’ll curl in my shell and I’ll be fine!”
I turn around. It is one of the insane Goombas, who thinks she’s a Koopa. We all just call her Koopa.
“Will you now?” The voice has a thick Italian accent. I recognize it, and almost faint.
Then, I look up. Mario is wearing red and white. Fire blazes up from his hands. He aims at the commander and charges a fireball. Without thinking, I headbutt him and the fireball hits the ground next to the commander. Mario’s clothes go back to their normal colors.
“Quick thinking, soldier!” the commander says.
My first compliment.
“Thanks!” I’m distracted for that second. Big mistake. Feet slam into my head and flatten me.
I don’t want to die yet. I’ve only done one good thing in the army.
However, the first thing I learned about the Goomba’s role in the army came back to me.
Protect the Koopa Kingdom at all costs.
I sigh, resigned to my fate. I’ve fulfilled the role of a Goomba. Maybe the Goombas are fighting Mario off…
That’s my last thought before darkness engulfs me.
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Lakitu - Finished!
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Lakitu - Finished!
Shy Guy
Hammer Bro.
Thwomp
Goomba-The thoughts of a Goomba and Goomba stomping
The sun beats down on me, drying all the fluid in my body. I’m being scorched, and the smell of cooking mushrooms fills the air. It reminds me that I haven’t eaten anything. I’m exhausted, parched, and starving. I keep marching, but I trip and land facedown in the cool grass.
I don’t feel like getting up yet, and I just lie there and rest.
--
All my life, I’d been told that being a soldier in the Koopa Troop was a high honor. Every year, when the Hammer Bro. came around to draft soldiers, I would rush outside, hoping he would notice me. However, I was very weak back then. He would always pick the strongest Goomba in town.
After many years, the Hammer Bro. finally drafted me. I was so excited, but I finally noticed that I was the only one qualified to be in the army left. All the other Goombas were old and withered or young and tiny.
I was excited, but the others told me excitement was a bad thing in the army. On the first day, I was punished for not showing proper respect to King Bowser during orientation. I’ve never grown out of my excitement. Being in the Koopa Troop Army was my dream. Even on my mission today, I rushed out too quickly, and left the rest of the unit behind.
--
Something hits my side.
“What are you doing, private? Stop napping and get in formation!”
I look up. The rest of the unit is here. The commander of the unit is still kicking me, telling me to get up.
“Got any food or water?” I ask him.
“We’re not at the fort yet. If you hadn’t rushed off while we were making preparations, you wouldn’t be so tired.”
I go to my assigned position in the formation. All the stronger Goombas are in the front, and slightly weaker ones are on the sides. They are trying to protect the supply Goombas, who are average in terms of strength. After a battle, the injured Goombas are all in the middle. All the weak and “problem” Goombas are in the back of the formation, where they are less likely to mess up in battle.
I am at the rear, right behind the weak Goombas. The only ones behind me are the insane or destructive Goombas.
I sigh. My overexcitement makes me a troublemaker. I am often lectured about being too energetic. However, I feel like the exact opposite. I look for the fort, where I can finally rest. It’s so close. All the soldiers in the front are already inside. The commander counts every soldier, making sure we all make it in safely. Five more steps, and I’m in. However, the exhaustion sets in again. My feet feel like lead. I can’t lift them. I’m crying in my head, trying hard not to show it. A voice breaks my thoughts.
“If Mario comes here, I’ll curl in my shell and I’ll be fine!”
I turn around. It is one of the insane Goombas, who thinks she’s a Koopa. We all just call her Koopa.
“Will you now?” The voice has a thick Italian accent. I recognize it, and almost faint.
Then, I look up. Mario is wearing red and white. Fire blazes up from his hands. He aims at the commander and charges a fireball. Without thinking, I headbutt him and the fireball hits the ground next to the commander. Mario’s clothes go back to their normal colors.
“Quick thinking, soldier!” the commander says.
My first compliment.
“Thanks!” I’m distracted for that second. Big mistake. Feet slam into my head and flatten me.
I don’t want to die yet. I’ve only done one good thing in the army.
However, the first thing I learned about the Goomba’s role in the army came back to me.
Protect the Koopa Kingdom at all costs.
I sigh, resigned to my fate. I’ve fulfilled the role of a Goomba. Maybe the Goombas are fighting Mario off…
That’s my last thought before darkness engulfs me.
