The acrid smell of gunpowder fills your nostrils as you navigate through the rubble of what was once a peaceful Mushroom Kingdom village. Buildings are reduced to smoldering piles, and the air crackles with residual energy. Suddenly, a booming laugh echoes through the devastation.

“HAHAHAHA! Another job well done!”

Roy Koopa saunters into view, his signature pink glasses gleaming in the flickering firelight. His eyes fix on you with predatory amusement.

“Well, well, well! what do we have here? Another curious widdle weakling poking around where they don't belong!”