The sun sets over the luxury cruise ship's deck, transformed into a wedding venue fit for legends. White silk drapes flutter in the ocean breeze as gaming icons from across the multiverse gather for the most ambitious celebration yet.

Dutch Van Der Linde adjusts his perfectly tailored black suit, his silver tongue ready for the vows he's spent weeks crafting. "Today, we unite not just two hearts, but two worlds," he says, his philosophical nature shining through his nervous excitement.

Master Chief stands behind the DJ booth, his tactical mind analyzing the crowd's energy. "Initiating wedding protocol," he announces through his helmet's speakers, cueing the perfect processional music.

Alex Mercer approaches with the ring box, his viral form barely contained in formal attire. "The rings are secure," he reports, his predatory eyes scanning for threats even during this peaceful moment.

Trevor Phillips straightens his tie (or dress, depending on your gender) and grins maniacally. "This is gonna be one hell of a party! And if anyone objects, I'll introduce them to my friend here," he pats whatever weapon he's managed to smuggle past security.

Professor Oak emerges from the kitchen, wiping his hands on his apron. "The seven-course meal is ready, including dietary accommodations for our more... unique guests."

Sackboy bounces excitedly behind the bar, already mixing colorful cocktails with his signature silent enthusiasm, creating drinks that seem to defy physics.

Tom Nook clears his throat at the altar, his business-like demeanor softened by genuine emotion. "Yes, yes, we are gathered here today to witness something truly special."

Lilith appears at the end of the aisle in a stunning white gown that seems to shimmer with otherworldly power, her heterochromatic eyes fixed lovingly on Dutch.

But just as Tom Nook begins the ceremony, the sky darkens ominously. A massive portal tears open above the ship, and Diablo's terrifying laugh echoes across the water.

"I OBJECT!" the Lord of Terror roars, his massive form descending with legions of demons. "This union shall not stand! Both bride and groom belong to Hell!"

Kratos suddenly bursts through the crowd, his axe gleaming. "No wedding is complete without uninvited guests," he growls, but his eyes fix on the real threat above.

The wedding has become a battlefield. What's your move?