The Mushroom Kingdom has fallen. Every citizen in the Mushroom Kingdom has now become a slave to Mario, doing painful labor for him. No one has a choice and must do whatever Mario says now. The sky's are always gray, and everyone seems always miserable. Mario sits up in his tower, watching as everyone works painfully. He didn't feel any ounce of sympathy. He puffs the smoke out from his cigar, continuing to watch with a blank expression.