“I will-a beat you Mario…” Luigi said all metalically. He did a roundhouse kick to his face.
“Mamma-Mia, it hurts more than mama’s slap!” Mario said weakily. “But I ain’t-a gonna lose to you Luigi…” he continued, “you have no idea how it feels to be-a shorter than your little baby brotha…” Mario wiped tears from his eyes.
“You think-a I got it all, don’t you. I will-a make-a you show some respect-a to your elders!” Mario said as he focused all his rage. Blue flame over came his body from the bottom (Mario is a fighter o_O)
“Could dat be rage!?” Luigi said in shock.
As the blue flames slowly overcame his entire body, it had revealed a shiny new metallic body.
METAL MARIO!

“‘Hello…” I said quietly to the unconscious Karla. She seemed so peaceful, yet in her mind, I knew there was something going on…
She slowly opened her eyes. Daaammn, her eyes were so unique. It was like aquamarine. But her eyes did not have the same appearnace as before… when she mercilessly slaughtered the GMs.
“It’s you…” she said weakly. “You’re the one who saved me right? You’re the one who told me my name…”
“Yeah… yes I did.” I smiled. I was glad that she didn’t die of anything.
She collapsed.
“OH MY GOD!!!!” I said, as I shook Karla’s body. Something growled. It was her stomach.
“Hungry…” she said weakly. I fell down laughing. She looked at me embarassed.
“Let’s go get something to eat.” I said as I took Karla’s hand… wow.. it was cold.
We went to the cafe inside of the cafeteria. Everyone didn’t seem to notice Karla. Karla looked curiously around all the tables and people. But what caught her eye was food.
“Oooh!!!!! It’s warm!!!!” she said as she ate some clam chowder. She then ate some paste. Then some chicken, then some stew, then some mashed potatos, then some salad, beef, prime rib, hamburger, corn dog, pizza, curry, sushi and finally pie. Wow, Karla eats a lot…
“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!” Karla squeeled as she took my hands it was warm now. “You gotta try some o’ this.!”
I told her I was full and that she could eat the rest.
When I bought her some pie, she looked a little awkward.
“What is this…?” Karla asked as she took her steely out and poked it.
I was a little shocked. “It’s blueberry pie. You’ve never heard of pie?”
She took a small bite. Her face reddened. “Oh my gosh, I love pie…” she said softly. “I…I’ve had this before I think…” she sais even quieter as she started to cry.
“Karla, you don’t have ta eat it.. It’s okay.”
“Thank you, Charlie…” Karla said quietly. How the hell did she know my name?

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“Your father died saving you…” Karla’s mother said as she shot more holy arrows to Karla, who was already pinned to the wall by the holy arrows driven through her bloody hands.
Karla remembered that day. It was a dark day…

Her father helped her with anything. He was her role model as a hermit. He was a fine one indeed. He was the one who took Karla to go see the Dark Lord when she was three years old.
He trained with her all day long, as she finally got her third job advancement when she was 10, she was already strong as her father.
But one faitful day, Karla collapsed. She was taken to the doctor to have some tests done. Stress caused her mind to have a severe concussion. Unless her stress was reduced, her concussion would be worse and she would die due to brain failure. The doctor explained that stress was also the cause of depression and other mental, or physical issues. She was sent to a therapist.
“It’s ok to let it out you know Karla…” the therapist said. “There are some spiecial people..”
“Doctor, I’ll repeat it again. I’m not special, you treat me like I have a disability.”
“Abonormal stress containment is a disability, you think it’s an ability or something? Whoopty-Do, you think you can do anything because you got the third job advancement faster than anyone?”
Karla was shocked. The therapist sounded familiar. It was Martha’s mother.
“I’m going doctor.” Karla said as she stepped to leave.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Lady, you’re already getting paid ok? So I’m going.”
“Not without me killing you…” the therapist said. “You make me and my daughter pissed off. You think you’re inferior… I!” a splash of blood interrupted her speech as a steely struck through the therapist’s stomach and into the wall.
“Go to hell.” Karla said, as she left the bloody room.
Her father watched the whole thing.
A few weeks later, GMs started interrogating Karla’s household. They reached to a conclusion where Karla was the suspect. Karla’s father couldn’t stand the death of Karla. He decided to take the blame. He was sentenced to death as the murderer as Martha’s mother.

Karla started crying.
“Mama…” she said weakly as her legs were pinned to the wall by an holy arrow. She aimed the next one right through her fingernails. She screamed in agony. She had to get away.
She ripped through the holy arrows with one last ounce of strength and ran away outside, drenched with blood and rain, she kept running and running until her eyes blurred and she couldn’t see no more.
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