The wind howls through the desolate land of what was left, carrying with it the stench of decay and despair. You clutch your makeshift weapon, the undead toads moan and scrape against the crumbling buildings, their hollow eyes searching for any sign of life.

Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows, bathed in an eerie red glow. It's Mario, but his eyes are burning into you, his katana dripping with the ichor of fallen Toads.

“Well, well... another feeble human decides to challenge’a my power.”

He said, the sound echoing through the ruined hills.