21 April 2019

Smash Mansion

Dear Diary,

The damage from Galeem and Dharkon's invasion had been repaired. All of the wounds we'd sustained in the fight to free the Smash World from them had been healed. Albeit we were still shaken from practically dying and them coming back to life, we resolved to fix our eyes and march from the darkness into the dawn of a new day.

Three days ago, Jas had called me, sounding excited. She told me that she'd seen her grandfather's spirit. He'd smiled, told her that everything was going to be all right and even held his great-grandchildren for the first and only time. Also, Josh's spirit had visited his widow, his son and his daughter-in-law, telling them about the adventure he'd had with me. Each of them thanked me for protecting Josh's spirit from Galeem and Dharkon. The one thing we could take away from this was that we all got to see Josh one more time and attain total closure over his passing. And with his spirit at peace, Josh could return to the hereafter and begin the next life with zero regrets.

With the tournament back in working condition, Master Hand rolled out the red carpet for Joker today. Joker was an easygoing fellow, and very handsome. Most of the ladies were fawning over him the second he walked onto the stage. Joker led a group known as the Phantom Thieves of Hearts, and their job was to "reform" the corrupt by, you guessed it, stealing their hearts. This was achieved by manifestations of their psyches, called "Personas". Joker's Persona was named Arsène, of the Fool Arcana, and though he looked intimidating with those bat wings, he was just as affable as Joker. That was good to know.

Joker fought well hand-to-hand, but he also had Arsène assisting him once his Rebellion Gauge was filled, and he relied on knifeplay, as well. His neutral special was similar to Bayonetta's Bullet Arts, his side special was called Eiha and had properties similar to PK Fire, his up special, Grappling Hook, easily knocked opponents out of the air and his down special was a counter move known as Rebel's Guard. All of his moves were fast and stealthy, befitting a professional thief who used his skills for good, rather than evil.

When we told Joker about what had happened with Galeem and Dharkon, he first expressed relief that we were okay and then mused that he would've avoided that mess by taking their hearts.

"I don't know if that would've done anything," I said. "They're the embodiments of light and darkness and intensely hate each other. We were their common enemy, and they still spent most of the final fight attacking each other. I'm just—glad you missed that."

Joker shuddered a bit. "Me, too."

In more important news, Falco and I are talking to each other again. I don't know if our friendship will be fully restored, but what we experienced on that cliffside reminded us that life was too short to hold grudges. In the days following our fight with Galeem and Dharkon, I'd played the grateful game, and I realized that what applied to my relationship with Mario applied to my other relationships as well. I shouldn't let quarrels and feuds flare out of control. If the other party tries to apologize, then while I don't have to accept the apology right away, I can at least hear them out. I remembered Jules's story about his school counselor, whose friend had passed away before they could make up after an argument, and how that inspired him to patch things up with a friend of his own. And after Mario had rescued me from the Mysterious Dimension, and I'd locked eyes with Falco, I took that story to heart and vowed to reach out to the avian. And eventually, that's exactly what I did.

So, we're not exactly friends again, but we're on the right track. Mario's wary of me letting Falco back in, as he should be. Yet he shouldn't worry too much—I know what I'm doing.

Luigi

26 April 2019

Smash Mansion

Dear Diary,

Twenty years ago today, Mario and I walked through the doors of the Smash Mansion for the first time and discovered that we were truly part of an entire multiverse. We interacted with and befriended ten other video game characters, some well-known and others obscure. And we had no idea that this friendly little get-together would evolve into a spectacular crossover event spanning multiple franchises as well as multiple video game companies.

I remember the rush I felt when Mario and I encountered those Polygons in Toad Town, when I filled out my Smash application, when I mailed the application, when Mario and I received MH's letter in the mail. A more intense rush was present when I met the heroes from other worlds and when I stood on a battle stage for the first time, Fox standing across from me. I remember the satisfaction sweeping over me as I won over Smashers stronger and arguably more famous than me. I remember the crowd cheering and the heat of battle seeping into my skin. And I remember the outpouring of support from Mario and from Josh and his family. I close my eyes, and I can see the family of five seated in the front row, two-year-old Jas giggling on Jackie's lap as the adults wave down to me. So much has changed since then—the match schedules are on LED displays, rather than tacked to a bulletin board, for instance—but the bond between the Original Twelve has remained the same.

In lieu of regular matches, MH held special anniversary matches to commemorate 20 years of his brainchild. First, the Original Twelve squared off against one another in a series of one-on-one matches, ending with a throwdown between me and Mario. Second, MH organized an 8-Man Smash event consisting of Mario, DK, Link, Samus, Yoshi, Kirby, Pikachu and Fox. Third, Ness, Jiggs, Captain Falcon and I duked it out in a free-for-all. And finally, it was the Original Twelve against the Hand of Creation in a truly epic match on Final Destination. Working together as we had against Galeem and Dharkon, the twelve of us soundly thrashed Master Hand. Truly, it was just like old times!

After the day's special matches, Master Hand threw a party, complete with music, contests, raffles, lots of food, ice cream and a big cake shaped like the Smash logo. He even gave the festivities more of a 90s feel by breaking out a Nintendo 64 and playing the most popular songs from that era. Longtime fans of the tournaments celebrated with those who'd recently discovered it. Among those attendees were Joan, Jules, Jackie and Jas, who'd spectated since the beginning, Grace and Roland, who'd spectated since Melee, their son, who'd spectated since Brawl, and their daughter, one of the new spectators. There was also Jake, who'd spectated since Smash 4, Miranda, who was now spectating alongside Gavin, and Joanna and Josh, who were no spectating alongside their parents, grandparents and great-grandmother. The Smashers who'd joined from Melee onward were really curious as to what the very first Smash was really like, and the Original Twelve Smashers were more than happy to fill them in on a time when there was no Tabuu or Master Core or Galeem or Dharkon to deal with.

Falco and I got a chance to talk some more over our food. We avoided the heavy topics, obviously, but we reminisced about the simplicity of past tournaments. Were we happy that Smash was so popular nowadays? Yes. But did we miss the homey and intimate atmosphere of the past? Yes. I remember when there were 5-disk changers to play our music on, when we walked around with portable CD players and when we heard the sounds of the Windows 98 operating system and our dial-up connection booting up. I remember the voice saying "You've got mail!" and the sight of the day's matches tacked on that bulletin board—those halcyon days before social media and iPhones and Android phones and MP3 players and Bluetooth and the Nintendo Switch. We've come a long way, that's true, but the journey itself has a nostalgic feel to it.

After my chat with Falco, I found myself gravitating over to the rest of the Original Twelve, where we discussed the best and most iconic moments of our first get-together in 1999. And of course, the tier list and the brawl in the lounge with Captain Falcon was brought up. However, we brought up the latter fondly, as the good Captain saw it as a chance to mature and I saw it as, well, my first real bar brawl. There were no hard feelings between us—and we even got to laugh and joke about it. We couldn't guzzle any alcohol because of Ness's presence, but we filled up on Kool Aid. Lots and lots of Kool Aid.

But the crowning moment of the festivities arrived toward the end. Jas passed the twins over to Jules and Jackie and joined Jake in the middle of the floor—where he dropped to one knee and pulled out a ring!

"Jake…!" gasped Jas.

"I knew you were the One before I even knew how to add or subtract," said Jake. "Our story hasn't quite worked out the way we wanted. It's not the fairy tale we envisioned when we were in elementary school, but I'd say that it's still a well-written story. Jasmine—will you marry me?"

"Yes," Jas tearfully replied. "Yes, Jake. A trillion yesses!"

We all cheered as Jake slid the ring onto Jas's finger, and they kissed. Jackie and Joan took several photos of the now-engaged couple and Jules smiled proudly. I knew that Jake had talked to him beforehand.

Well—I guess it was fitting enough. Smash had been a part of Jas's early life, and the Smash Mansion was where she and Jake had decided to lay the groundwork for their new life together. Remembering the beginning of a 20-year journey—we now bore witness to the start of a new one.

Luigi

1 May 2019

Smash Mansion

Dear Diary,

Master Hand and Crazy Hand have agreed to host Jas and Jake's wedding in the Smash Mansion. We've started decorating the Smash Chapel for the ceremony, while the two Hands are hiring caterers and ordering the cake. Their initial choice of wedding venue had been Peach's castle, just like Jules and Jackie, but then they realized that a Smash-themed wedding would be more interesting. Peach had to agree with that—besides, she was too busy worrying about that turtle nowadays to officiate another wedding.

Various Miis would serve as ushers. Jackie would serve as the matron of honor, and some of Jas's longtime friends were flying in to serve as bridesmaids. Jake's pals would be his groomsmen, and I agreed to be his best man. Isabelle would be the ring bearer, Nana would be the flower girl, and Master Hand would officiate. There was truly never a wedding ceremony easier to arrange.

However, this joy is tinged by a hint of sadness. Joan has grown weaker in recent months. She barely shows up to spectate anymore, and she sounds like it takes a lot of effort for her to talk. I know what's coming, but I don't think Jules will be ready to bury another parent three years after burying his dad. At the 20th anniversary party, before Jake had popped the question to Jas, Jules took me aside and told me that his mom had grown increasingly fatigued, once simple tasks sapping her energy, and he didn't even know if she'd make it to the festivities. In his eyes, I saw that he also knew what was coming, but he didn't want to believe it. He'd hoped she'd get to witness her granddaughter's nuptials—but the chances of that grew slimmer with each passing day.

But just like with her husband, Joan isn't moping over how much time she has left—she's enjoying each day she opens her eyes and feels the sun on her face.

Luigi

15 May 2019

Brooklyn, NY

Dear Diary,

Jules and I have visited Joan frequently, helping out around the house, watching old movies together and lounging around in her backyard. I think Joan also knows what's coming, and she's not afraid. When Josh had gotten sick, he'd shown no fear—he'd faced his impending fate with the same mettle with which he'd faced past obstacles in his life. And I also think Joan knows that she's lived a productive, whole life; at this point, she has no fear of death. When Josh's spirit visited her after his run-in with Galeem, she most likely knew that she'd reunite with him soon after.

After talking to Master Hand about my situation, he's given me a more flexible schedule, allowing me to take Warp Pipes between the Smash Mansion and Brooklyn at my leisure. Sometimes, during our visits, Joan tunes in to the Smash channel to watch her longtime favorite video game characters go head-to-head. She tells me that she'll continue to root for me until the end of her games, and she thanks me for being one of the brightest lights in her husband's life. I can't help but smile as she uses the firefly analogy.

"Are you sure you don't want me to bring Jas over sometime?" asked Jules.

Joan shook her head. "I don't want her seeing me like this," she explained. "I'd like her to remember me the way I was—lively and giving her extra sweets and helping her grandfather run his gym."

"I see," Jules said softly.

"I hope you can work things out with Falco, Luigi," Joan said to me. "I've heard you're back on speaking terms, but it would be great for you to build your friendship back up."

"I'd really like that, too," I said, "but it's best that I take it slowly. I don't wanna be hurt again."

Joan nodded to say that she understood.

But I see what she's saying. She doesn't want me to spend the rest of my days fuming over a remark Falco made almost four years ago. As a matter of fact, I don't think about it that much anymore. I've put it behind me and moved on with my life. Plus, now that I have a new tether grab, what everyone thinks of my Smash 4 combos doesn't really matter anymore.

Now I really think Falco and I have another shot.

Luigi

20 May 2019

Brooklyn, NY

Dear Diary,

Early this morning, Jules and I took Joan to the beach, the three of us watching the sun rise over the Atlantic. We were wrapped in blankets to stave off the early morning chill, each holding a cup of fresh, hot coffee. A big smile was on Joan's face as she watched the sun cast its first rays across the coast and over the city that she and Josh called home.

"A spire of flame," she said softly.

"Mom?" asked Jules.

"The sunrise," Joan explained. "It's like a spire of flame."

"Yeah," I said. "It is, isn't it?"

Colors weave into a spire of flame…

"I've always thought that watching a sunrise was so magical," said Joan, "and I know now that it is magical. What do you see in that spire of flame?"

"Well…" said Jules. "I don't really know."

"You're right. No one knows for sure. Different people see different things. That's what makes it magical."

"Nowadays," I said, "when I see that spire of flame, I see the spirits of those who lived before us, finding their way to the next world. And I see the spirits of those who've lived in their imaginary worlds, who must now begin their lives in the real world."

Joan nodded slowly. "That's—an impressive way to put it," she said. "I hope Joanna and Josh see many sunrises in their lifetime. And I hope you two see more of them, as well. In that spire of flame—will you think of me? Will you think of Josh?"

"Of course," Jules and I said in unison.

"One last thing," Joan said, a little tiredly. "There will be days when you think that the sky has fallen away, and that the world has come to an end. And when those days come, I ask you to count all of the lights in your life and think on how blessed you are to have them. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes," said Jules.

"Yes," I added.

Joan smiled. "That's good to hear," she said.

Soothed by the rolling waves, the three of us took a little nap.

I was roused by Jules's desperate shouts. My eyes snapped open, and I saw him kneeling over Joan, doing CPR and begging her to wake up.

Oh no… I thought.

Jules's eyes met mine. "Call for an ambulance!" he exclaimed.

Swiftly, I obeyed, telling the dispatcher my name and location, and that there was an elderly woman lying unresponsive on the beach.

"C'mon, Mom—you can do it!" Jules was exhorting. "You're not gonna die on us!"

I joined him on his mom's other side, electric sparks forming on both my index fingers. Then, I pressed my fingers together to form a single, small bolt of lightning.

"Wha—what are you doing?" asked Julian.

"I'm gonna try to defibrillate her," I explained.

"Let the EMTs do that!" cried Jules. "You're not using your Thunderhand on my mom!"

Respecting his wishes, I dissipated my electricity.

Paramedics soon arrived on the beach, and I quickly directed them to where Joan lay.

"Mom—just hold on," pleaded Julian as the two of us watched the EMTs attempt to save Joan's life.

Silently, I hugged Jules, bracing him. Bracing myself.

As the seconds passed, I knew—just as I'd known with Josh nearly three years earlier. Jules trembled in my arms, and I could tell that the realization was dawning on him, too.

But when the EMTs somberly looked at us and shook their heads, it didn't stop the pain from striking like a fistblow.

"NO!" hollered Jules, falling to his knees as I joined him. "Mom—please—no!"

I positioned him so that he wouldn't see the paramedics wheel Joan's body away. One EMT approached us and asked if there was anyone who should be contacted. Jules managed to splutter his wife's name before breaking down, and once all of the EMTs left, I broke down, too.

We knelt together in the sand, crying, composing ourselves only when we heard Jackie approach. Silently, she threw her arms around Jules, and then I found enough strength to ask if I should call anyone else.

"No," Jules managed to say. "Jas—needs to focus—on her wedding. I'll tell her later."

I nodded in understanding.

Later, I broke the sad news to Mario and Master Hand, and the latter gave me the day off. The rest of the day was devoted to supporting Jules and Jackie as they began making arrangements, and comforting Jas when she learned of her grandma's passing. Remembering Joan's final words, I told myself while one light in my life has extinguished, I still have multitudes of lights, burning through the most foreboding darkness.

But those lights aren't fireflies anymore. They're now my own spire of flame.

Luigi

26 May 2019

Smash Mansion

Dear Diary,

Joan was laid to rest in the same manner as her husband. Jules, Jackie, Joan, Jake, Joanna, little Josh, Mario and I gathered in the cemetery, each of us saying a few words. After our remarks, we each laid a wreath of flowers on Joan's casket. The minister led us in prayer, and then Joan was buried next to her husband, reunited for all eternity.

Later that afternoon, I stood on the cliffside where our latest adventure had begun and then ended, staring out at the sea. Tears dripped down my face as I mourned the loss of another longtime friend. But suddenly, I glanced towards the sky. And I saw it.

A white orb with a multi-colored tail, like a comet, lazily drifted toward the horizon. And on the other side of the ocean, a man waited, with open arms and a smiling face.

"Joan," I realized.

Joan's spirit paused in her flight when she saw me, and she gave me a wave, her youth and energy fully restored. Then, she turned and soared into Josh's waiting embrace. Happily, they spun around over the sparkling waves and shared a passionate kiss. Then, they both looked at me, as if assuring me that they'd be in good hands.

"Bye," I whispered, wiping the tears from my eyes.

They nodded, and I watched as they turned and spiraled upward, journeying into the next world.

On second thought, those two lights in my life hadn't extinguished. They shone more brilliantly than ever.

Luigi

27 May 2019

Smash Mansion

Dear Diary,

Jules is in the process of settling Joan's estate. She'd left him a sizeable inheritance, just like Josh had, and he's decided to invest half of it. Also, she'd left enough to get Jas through post-graduate school. Josh and Joan's house now belonged to their son; he could keep it, sell it or rent it out to anyone in need. For the time being, Josh chose to keep the house, musing to me that it would be perfect for Jas and Jake to raise the twins.

For the time being, Jake is running the MK gym. Once the twins are a bit older, Jas plans to run it alongside her fiancé. But she also has some long-term plans—plans that involve Professor Elvin Gadd. That's right—she wants to learn how to capture and research ghosts! Now is as good a time as ever to join with the Professor; he has plenty of spots open and plenty of upcoming research projects involving the paranormal. Now, whether or not those research projects go wrong—

As for me, I'm strangely at peace. Maybe it has something to do with seeing Joan's spirit at the cliffside. When I visited Jules, I told him about it, and he cracked a smile.

"I hope no vengeful godlike beings will disturb her rest like the disturbed Dad's," he said.

"Well, if they do, then the Super Smash Brothers will be ready for them," I winked. "Are you gonna be okay?"

"Eventually," sighed Jules.

"I don't care if I'm fighting in a match or helping Mario save Peach," I said. "If anything happens and you feel like you can't take anymore, just pick up the phone. If you're kicked to voicemail, just leave me a message, and I'll call you back as soon as I can."

"Thank you, Luigi," smiled Jules.

When I took my leave, Jules appeared to be in a much better place, mentally speaking. He had me, he had Jackie and he had Jas. Not to mention two cute little grandbabies he can dote on!

And now, there are sunnier prospects ahead. We're all focusing our energies on Jas and Jake's upcoming wedding. Even though Josh and Joan are unable to attend physically, they'll be able to attend in spirit.

I have a feeling that things are about to look up.

Luigi

10 June 2019

Smash Mansion

Dear Diary,

After taking the time to grieve over and heal from Joan's passing, it was time to ring the proverbial wedding bells for Jasmine and Jake. Last night, I'd helped Jake say goodbye to bachelorhood and was the model best man at the bachelor party—keeping the ring safe and making sure that the groom-to-be didn't get too intoxicated. At 7:30a.m. sharp, I awoke, ate a quick breakfast, showered and changed into my tuxedo. Then, I fetched the groom from his guestroom, and joined by the other groomsmen, we went into the Smash Chapel, took a few portraits and then took our places at the altar.

Jake wore a navy suit with a spiral-print tie, his blond hair in a crew cut. A carnation was pinned to his lapel, and a silver watch was on his wrist. I reached over and gave his hand a squeeze when I noticed his stiffness, and he relaxed at the silent reassurance.

The guests began streaming in shortly thereafter. First, the Smashers took their seats, followed by Jake's parents (who were holding Joanna and Josh) and the friends and other invited relatives of the bride and groom. Jake's parents jogged the twins on their laps to keep them from getting fussy, occasionally helping them "wave" to their dad. Joanna wore a little green bonnet, while Josh wore a stylish green hat. Eventually, the twins drowsed off, leaning against each other.

Master Hand floated into the chapel and positioned himself above the altar, shaking hands with me, Jake and the rest of the groomsmen as he passed. Following his arrival were the arrival of the musicians, who quickly set to rehearsing as the rest of the guests filed inside, Grace and her family among them.

At 9a.m., the musicians began playing "Canon in D", and two Miis opened the double doors. Jackie strode regally down the aisle in a strapless, royal blue dress and then stood on the bride's side of the altar. Then, the rest of the bridesmaids proceeded down the aisle, clad in the same dress; I recognized Kate and Claire among them. Next down the aisle was Nana, sprinkling carnation petals from her basket, with Isabelle beside her, carrying the rings on a satin pillow. Finally, MH instructed the guests to rise and honor the bride.

"Here Comes the Bride" began to play as Jules walked Jas down the aisle, matching smiles on their faces. The bride was clad in a variation of her mom's wedding gown—her "something old". Her "something new" was a trio of Smash Ball pendants—one green, one silver and one gold—strung together on a silver chain around her neck. Her "something borrowed" was none other than—Tiara! Peach's new friend was perched proudly atop Jas's head, her eyes hardly containing her glee. And who could forget the "something blue"—a bouquet of Ice Flowers? Oh, and Squirtle was holding up her wedding train. So, that was something blue times two.

Master Hand greeted father and daughter as they reached the altar. "Who gives this woman to be wed?" he asked.

"I do," said Jules.

"So do I!" Tiara piped up.

Jules kissed Jas on the cheek and watched wistfully as she joined Jake. Then, he took a seat beside Jackie, took her hand and kissed her fingers.

From his place atop Mario's head, Cappy gave Tiara a little wink, which was returned in kind.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the sight of God to witness the union of this man, Jacob, and this woman, Jasmine, in holy matrimony," said MH. "If anyone can show just cause as to why these two shouldn't be wed, let them speak now or forever hold their peace."

Joanna chose that moment to spit up her food, eliciting a chuckle from the congregation.

"I got it," said Jules as Jake's parents passed the twins to him and Jackie.

"Either she doesn't want her parents to get married—or she wants us to hurry up so she can sleep in her crib," quipped MH, and we laughed again.

"Hey, guys!" said Crazy Hand, bursting into the chapel. "Sorry I'm late! Hey, listen—wedding chapels are so yesterday! I know a better place for the happy couple to say their vows!"

And with that, CH teleported us all to the cliffside—which was now decorated with flowers and grass. Jas and Jake stood beneath an oak altar, the sky and ocean framing them from behind.

"Can't beat that view, right?" asked CH.

"Thank you, my dear Crazy Hand," said MH. "I'd like to ask the bride to place her left hand over the groom's right hand."

Jas did as she was told, and MH lightly fastened a multicolored ribbon around their joined hands.

"May this union endure until the end of time," the Hand of Creation solemnly intoned.

CH floated forward and tied a black and white ribbon a few inches above the multicolored ribbon.

"May this union persevere through order and chaos," he said. "You may now face each other."

They did so.

"Do you, Jacob, take this woman, Jasmine, to be your lawful wedded wife, for richer or poorer, for better or worse, in sickness and in health?" asked MH. "Will you love her, honor her, comfort and keep her, from this day until the end of your days?"

"I will," said Jake.

"Do you, Jasmine, take this man, Jacob, to be your lawful wedded husband, for richer or poorer, for better or worse, in sickness and in health?" asked CH. "Will you love him, honor him, comfort and keep him, from this day until the end of your days?"

"I will," vowed Jas.

The two Hands removed the ribbons from around the couple's hands. MH placed the multicolored one over Jake's shoulders, and CH placed the black and white one over Jas's. Then, they tied the ends of one ribbon to the ends of the other.

Isabelle stepped up, holding the rings out to the pair.

Jake slid the first ring onto Jas's finger. "With this ring, I thee wed," he said.

Jas then slid Josh's ring onto Jake's finger. "With this ring, I thee wed," she said.

"By the power vested in me by our Lord God and by the Smash World, I hereby pronounce you man and wife," smiled MH. "You may now kiss the bride."

Jake planted a sultry one on Jas as they melted into each other's arms. The assembled guests applauded thunderously.

After some guests and the professional photographers took pictures of the newlyweds at the cliff's edge, MH warped all of us back to the Smash Mansion for the wedding reception. Jas took the opportunity to change into a knee-length dress, allowing for greater freedom of movement. The Miis poured some sparkling grape juice into glasses and handed them out to the guests, whereupon I led them all in a toast.

"When Jas was four, she once told me that Jake was her special friend," I said, "and I can see that it's true with my very own eyes. These two grew up together, shared their secrets together and braved the roller coaster of childhood and adolescence together. Now, I wish them the best of luck as they continue to take on life's challenges as the perfect team. To Jas and Jake!"

"To Jas and Jake!" echoed the guests, and we all raised our glasses and drank.

Jules, Jackie and a few others toasted to the couple's well-being, and once half of the sparkling grape juice had been drained, MH opened the dance floor. Jake took Jas's hand, and we watched adoringly as they shared their first dance as Mr. and Mrs. After that magical moment, Daisy and I joined them on the floor, followed by Jackie and Jules, Peach and Mario, Grace and Roland, Samus and Falcon, Ness and Lucas, Mac and Ryu and a slew of other couples. The DJ played a few slow songs before kicking up the tempo and livening the mood. Laughter filled the air as dancers twirled and dipped their partners and personal troubles were temporarily discarded in favor of enjoying some good food, some sparkling grape juice and some of the best music from yesterday and today.

"Congratulations, Jas," I said to the blushing bride when it was almost time to cut the cake. "It looks like you've created an interesting life for yourself."

"Thanks," said Jas. "Say—I couldn't help but notice that Peach is the woman for your brother. How come they haven't tied the knot yet?"

"Er—long story," I said. "You're really serious about this ghost-hunting thing, huh?"

"Yep. As someone with sufficient experience, would you mind—giving me a few pointers?"

"Don't mind if I do," I said. Then, I leaned forward and whispered the advice into her ear.

"Uh-huh—really—okay—and I do that for how many minutes?—Hm, it sounds weird, but I'll take it—that's an excellent point—very well. Wow, Luigi," said Jas. "That's very good advice. I'll try to remember that."

"Who knows? Maybe I'll be around to give you a hand," I assured her, and Jas smiled broadly.

Five minutes later, the newlyweds made a nice, careful slice into their wedding cake and smeared frosting all over each other's lips before leveling a forkful each into the other's mouth. Cameras flashed and phones clicked as we took pictures.

We all sat at tables and enjoyed slices of the rich, delicious cake. I saw Roland and Grace exchanging lovey-dovey looks while Gavin shared his serving of cake with Nelle. Boy was I relieved that those two managed to get their marriage back on track. Nearby, Mario and Peach giggled over something, frosting and icing all over their faces, once again in a place of stability following that hiccup on the Moon, as Koopa gazed longingly at them, still unwilling to let the Mushroom Princess go. Jackie laid her head on Jules's shoulder, their love still going strong after almost eighteen years of marriage. Jas and Jake remained the picture of young love, even after welcoming twins into the world. And I gazed at Daisy—my beautiful Flower Princess who finally made it into a renowned fighting tournament after so many years of wishing.

"Oh, Daisy," I said. "I love you so much. I always have."

"I love you too, L," she said, taking my mouth in hers for a deep kiss.

Early in the evening, we went outside, where a limo for the newlyweds pulled up. Jake gave Jas his arm, and they walked toward their ride.

"You take care of her, understand?" Jules said to Jake.

"I do," said Jake.

"I made a vow to her parents the day she was born," I added, "and I'm still bound by it until my games are over. So if you break her heart or make her cry—one way or another, I will find out."

"I won't make her cry unless it's in happiness," Jake told me. "You have my word."

After one last wave to their guests, Jas and Jake hopped into their limo, and their Mii chauffeur drove them away. We caught a glimpse of the newlyweds kissing sensually before the limo disappeared around a corner.

They plan to make their first honeymoon stop in Tostarena, and from there, they'll continue on to Bubblaine, where they'll spend the majority of their honeymoon frolicking in the Sparkly Waters. On the way back, they intend to take a detour through the Luncheon Kingdom in order to fill their bellies with that Stupendous Stew. Jackie and Jules will watch over the twins until they return.

If that's not a perfect way to start a marriage, then what is?

Luigi

12 June 2019

Smash Mansion

Dear Diary,

Master Hand summoned all of us to the auditorium today, and when we took our seats, he was positively glowing with excitement.

"Now that we've sufficiently recovered from Galeem and Dharkon's attack," he said, "Crazy Hand and I were able to extend invitations to two more people. Please, direct your attention to the screen."

He snapped his fingers, and a trailer began to play, showing Link fighting against Dharkon's puppet fighters. The sight of those puppets sent a slight chill down my spine, even two months after the fact. Just as Link was about to be overrun, another swordsman showed up to help!

"Whoa! Who's that?" I wanted to know.

"That's the Hero from the Dragon Quest franchise," explained MH.

"Dragon Quest," I heard Mario murmur.

The name rang a bell for me, too. Several characters from that franchise, such as the Slime and the White Mage, often participated in the MK's sports tournaments, like basketball and dodgeball. They told us a few stories about this Hero character, but this was the first time we saw him in actual combat. He seemed like a dashing fellow, and I couldn't wait to meet him.

"I've heard of the Hero," Marth piped up. "I played his game a few times, and while I wasn't quite a master at it, it was quite engaging."

Whispers.

"Smashers," said MH. Once we settled down, he continued, "Our second fighter is a dynamic duo who's been on many fans' and Smashers' wish lists for quite some time. A bear and a bird from a seemingly dead franchise, as I recall."

My heart leaped into my throat. Could it be...?

"Some weeks ago, I gave them a call, and judging by their enthusiastic response, I could tell that they were simply raring to join this tournament."

"Holy [bleep]!" DK exclaimed, his eyes widening. He'd done business with Rare Games before.

"No way!" added Diddy. "You can't possibly be referring to..."

"Oh, yes, I am," smiled MH. "After so many years of yearning, Banjo and Kazooie have finally joined our ranks!"

Stunned silence. Then...

The auditorium exploded in cheers, the Kongs and K. Rool exchanging high-fives.

"I can't believe it!" shouted the Kremling ruler, grabbing his two frenemies in a group hug. "Those two are finally coming home!"

"It was about time," mused Samus.

"That's the truth of it!" laughed Ness.

"I feel so good," said Mario. "I feel so good!"

I couldn't suppress my sudden tears. You see, I could empathize with Banjo and Kazooie because Daisy had been in the same situation, all three of them having their hopes dashed again and again before Ultimate finally gave them their long sought-out chance. The bear and the bird had the charm and appeal of a lost age, a nostalgic age, an age of quirky video game characters before the hardcore games like Call of Duty and Fallout took over. I guess I could also relate to them because like me, they'd been sidelined and overshadowed, but they'd never stopped hoping.

"Thank you, Master Hand!" I blurted out.

"You're welcome," MH said warmly.

I composed myself, took out my cell phone and called Julian. He picked up after the first ring.

"Luigi," he said excitedly. "You're not gonna believe this. It's finally happened!"

"You heard?" I asked.

"Jackie and I just saw the trailer!" cried Jules. "This is incredible. Banjo and Kazooie finally made it!"

He had good reason to be hyped. Besides Mario's games, he enjoyed playing Banjo and Kazooie's games back in the 90s.

"I just thought I'd call and tell you about it, since they're your old favorites," I said.

"And I appreciate that," said Jules. "Jackie and I are gonna go out to celebrate tonight. She's sort of a Banjo and Kazooie fan herself, remember?"

"I do," I said. "Take care, Jules."

"Take care," replied Jules.

I hung up and called Grace.

"L! I was just about to call you!" she exclaimed. "I guess MH told you, huh?"

"He did," I said.

"This brings back so many memories," sighed Grace. "I was only a teenager, riding my bike, sleeping over with my friends, playing on my SNES and later my Nintendo 64. Finally, the bear and the bird are back where they belong."

"You said it," I said. "How did Roland take it?"

"Well, he never quite heard of them, seeing that he spent his childhood on Isle Delfino. But he's become an avid Smash fan, and he knows that many have clamored for Banjo and Kazooie's inclusion. Wow. I have a feeling that you two are gonna get along perfectly."

"So do I," I smiled. "Give Gavin and Nelle my love."

"Will do," said Grace. "Bye."

"Bye," I said before ending the call.

After we'd calmed down, MH told us that the Hero would make his debut later this year, and that Banjo and Kazooie were expected to arrive in 2020. Finally, we were dismissed, and we filed out of the auditorium, talking animatedly amongst ourselves.

Later, I relaxed in my room, watching TV, a contented smile on my lips.

As far as Smash was concerned, everything was finally falling into place.

Luigi

22 June 2019

Smash Mansion

Dear Diary,

What can I say about my life so far?

It's hardly been a smoothly paved road. There have been bumps and potholes, puddles and cracks. And yet I keep on treading.

I can't say this enough times—I'm not the perfect hero you see in a comic book or in a movie. I'm shy and awkward, and ghosts still have the ability to make my hair stand on end. But you know something? That's all right. Because I am a hero. I'm a hero because I embrace my flaws and admit them publicly and proudly. I'm a hero because I always rise to the occasion and answer the call despite my flaws. I've shown that one doesn't have to be flawless to be a hero.

In times of turmoil and tumult, I simply look to the lights in my life, the fireflies that have danced together to form a singular spire of flame. That flame represents the friends I've made, the advice they've given, the experiences they've weathered and the lessons they passed on to me, either through such experiences or through their words. And no matter what else is thrown at me in the coming days, months or years—that flame will never die.

Everything's going perfect, life is great—and then life deals a Super Jump Punch to my face. So what? It's just a hurdle, nothing more. I take a deep breath, I play the grateful game. I lock myself in my room for hours and dance to my music. I work out on my spin bike until my legs are jelly. I head on over to that lovely street gym in Brooklyn, where Julian or Jackie warmly greets me at the front desk before giving Mario a buzz and telling him that he doesn't need to fret—I'm just blowing off some steam. I retreat to my secret basement and pour out everything onto your pages, sipping some sweet wine as I do. And when that's over—I recover from that hurdle and begin again.

I'll continue to go on all sorts of adventures, and on those adventures, I'll encounter more hurdles, big and small. But I'm ready for them.

Because I'm a regular Giuseppe with a more famous brother. I'm a mechanic who became a plumber, who became a defender, who became a Smasher, who became an (almost) expert ghost hunter. I'm a skilled sportsman and kart racer who's constantly locked out of the loop of Mario's adventures and internally raging with frustration over it. I'm flawed and passionate and protective and envious. I'm the designated wingman, the number-two guy, the help that everyone forgets—the mustachioed man in green perpetually stuck in my big bro's shadow.

And you know what?

I'm okay with that.

I really am.

Luigi

The End

Thank you all for reading! What was your favorite part? Who was your favorite character? Feel free to let me know, and I'll see you all next time.