The excitement was in the air, and he could feel it. The people had waited long enough, and after years of patience, they were ready once more.

It's was time for the next Super Smash Bros. Tournament, and it was up to Master Hand to make it even better than the last.

Everyone across the land he dwelled in was prepared. At this very moment, the denizens of this world, his personal domain, were hard at work with preparations on new stages for combat, as well as repairs to old ones. While he was the progenitor of all sorts of worlds, what most people didn't realize was that creating things took absurd amounts of time, and that was just with starting worlds. Most worlds gradually built themselves, and this one was no exception.

This made the Miis participation in the clean up such a great help to Master Hand.

As opposed to being a guiding hand (a pun the God of Order was too proud of), the Mii's were able to handle most of the tasks that needed to be completed without any major oversight. This extended to their lives as a whole. Along with their own civilization, the Mii's had developed a culture all their own, and the participants of the Smash Bros. competitions were a huge part of it. From clothing, action figures, to even video games of all things, the Mii's had come to love seeing their favorite Smash participants, learning anything about them and the worlds they came from.

The only thing more exciting than seeing their favorite stars, is seeing them come out on top in the largest tournament their ever was. To sate these desire, Master Hand occasionally held small scale contests with a handful of Smashers who were available, but the biggest turnouts were always with the big tournaments, bringing just about everyone from past tournaments to the fight with some fresh faces to keep help interest newcomers, and entice the veterans.

Currently, popularity for the Smash Bros. Tournament was so big, that there were even Mii's who were training for it, hoping to earn the honor to be a part of the tournament. Getting an autograph was one thing, but having the honor to fight some of the greatest warriors in the universe was a dream come true.

It was an interesting idea, but one that would need to be entertained at a later date. For now, Master Hand needed to rein Crazy Hand in to help set up the tournament. As unruly as his left-hand of a brother could be, Master Hand knew how much Crazy loved watching the battles, and fighting the competitors. He wouldn't pass it up for all the world's that had ever been made.

Hopefully, the Mii's wouldn't mind managing him while he wasn't around... much...

For now, what needed to be done was get the hardest part out of the way. Not finishing the fighting rings, not performing research on competitor histories, new or old, nor was it making sure the portals worked well.

It was the letters.

While he was a powerful deity, Master Hand was never one for communication with others. He occasionally conversed with the Mii's, mainly the leaders, but that was about it. Outside of that, Crazy Hand was decent for conversation, but while he loved his brother, he didn't like to discuss any deeper. With the bizarre tangents he could go off on, Crazy could talk Master hand's ears off if he had any.

This was a problem due to how the letters were made. Each was was handwritten by the God of Order himself. As nervous as it made him, Master Hand preferred the personal touch. These Smashers had entertained him for years, and he had come to like all of them. Even people like Ganondorf and Wario at least deserved some personal thoughts from him (perhaps not positive ones, though).

Thus leading into his current situation. Master Hand hovering (both figuratively and literally) over a desk, and levitating a pen over a blank piece of paper, with an envelope and wax stamp nearby. Flexing his fingers, Master Hand stretched himself out for the tenth time, and finally got down to writing. He decided that the easiest way was to start with the veterans, and who better to start with than the famous 'Jumpman' himself. Being one of the original Smash Bros., he's written to him multiple times, and has known him the longest. Writing his letter first shouldn't be a problem at all.

Writing the letter well... that would be a bit more difficult.

Mario, eldest of the Mario Bros.,

At first glance, you're no more than an ordinary plumber, cleaning out pipes, and living a simple life with your brother. However, I have seen and heard tales of your life, and know just how much you've experienced.

Your whole life has been filled with adventure, fighting against all sorts of threats that posed a danger to your home. You've fought against all sorts of threats, whether it be the madmen such as Fawful, or the demonic power's of beings such as the Shadow Queen without hesitation. The Mushroom Kingdom has been assailed by countless threats, and you Mario, have always stood at the forefront to fight against them. Along side your brother Luigi, and the rest of your allies, you've saved your home, and have become well known as it's savior.

However, for a place that has had to deal peril as often as your Kingdom, that is a title that has to be kept by going through multiple trials, and none are more taxing than your encounters with the mighty Koopa King. Over the years he has done everything in his power to defeat you, and claim the Mushroom Kingdom, and its ruler, as his own. Countless schemes have been put into play, and Bowser has come at you multiple times, with an army to back up his ambitions.

And through your tenacity, you've almost always managed to come out on top each time.

You aren't just a blue collar worker, you're a warrior who is willing to face any odds without a hint of hesitation. Whether the threat is old or new, you give it everything you've got, gathering allies to help you out, and even befriending a few enemies you once fought against. You are a determined Hero, and an accomplished fighter who can adapt to multiple situations.

With this in mind, you are once again invited to fight in the latest Super Smash Bros. Tournament, and to face other mighty warriors in combat, both old and new. With your flexible fighting style and will to fight all any odds, I'm confident that you'll fit right in once more as a returning combatant.

-Sincerely,

The God of Order,

Master Hand

P.S. -Acceptance for the tournament will be allowed for the next month. To do so, check the box on a separate piece of paper inside the envelope. Acceptance closes in thirty days. Should you choose 'Yes', a portal shall open up thirty days from now, that you will use to get to the tournament.

"Hmm..."

A plump plumber sat on the porch of his home in the dead of night, trying to gather his thoughts on his current through the letter, Mario took a moment to ponder his entry into the tournament.

Normally he would have leapt at the chance at entering the tournament again. He thought back to the first time he had joined the tournament, and all of the fun times he had with the others. Fighting against Link, exchanging stories with Samus, competing in the trial runs with Captain Falcon, he had countless good memories with people from completely he probably couldn't have met any other way. The second time, he had decided to join up without a second thought. He was eager to meet with his old friends, testing his skills and recounting tales with them. While the invitation was tempting enough, telling him about meeting with competitors old and new, what made him leap into the decision wasn't the reason he jumped back into it.

The main reason was the fact that Bowser had been invited as well. For reasons that Master Hand hadn't really ever explained to him, the Koopa King had somehow earned an invitation to the tournament. With his entry, and the entry of Link's archenemy, it was best that he did enter for the sake of making sure they were kept in check.

However, that was an impulsive move. The first time he entered the tournament, Mario knew Bowser was still recovering from their last encounter. The second time, Mario had only known that Bowser had earned an invitation, and had not learned for sure about whether or not he had actually chosen to enter.

Now, acting impulsively would be a bad move when it came to Bowser. Despite Bowser's lapses into goofiness, and his occasional aid to him and his brother, Mario knew that he was a force to be reckoned with. Especially after his involvement in the Subspace Emissary, and his previous attempts at gaining power over everything he could get. Mario needed to be on his toes in case Bowser pulled something, here, or at the actual tournament.

Looking out at into the night, Mario decided that he wouldn't answer the letter. For now. Mario would wait for a while to learn what Bowser might do. He had time to decide, and would be able to make the decision once he knew what choice the Koopa King made, and whether or not The Mushroom Kingdom would be safe. He knew a certain devious character that could help him confirm that.

For now, he decided to pack it in for the night, and contact those he thought would be entering the next day. He needed rest, and he didn't want his brother worrying that he couldn't get enough sleep.

Well, this was different. I've always been interested in writing a Smash Bros. fanfic, but I was never sure how I could put my own spin on it. For now, this seems like a good was to get some practice for it in. I'm not totally sure about Master Hand's actual letter though, as well as Mario's reaction to the letter. I I'll need to work on those as I go along. Especially for when I get to odd balls like Wii Fit Trainer and Mr. Game & Watch

For now, next up is Luigi, forever proving that 'The Year of Luigi' never ends!