Mountains were trembling as his feet trampled the earth below. Innocents prayed as the march of House Koopa’s Royal Vanguard made an example of everything they held dear. And Castle Bowser, for as grand and fortified as it was, nearly crumbled under the sheer weight that had been its master’s sheer malice.
Fury being the only thing rampaging in his blood, no settlement in between Dark Land and Luigi’s hospital room remained unscathed by the sheer warpath Bowser had carved before him. Despite the cries of those that found their homes crushed by his overwhelming army, there was going to be nothing this moon that could save them. Not even Mario would stand a chance as he, the Tyrant-King, was ready to bring this entire continent to its knees in one fell swoop and bring to an end the peace that the union of his marriage would bring.
As he grew ever-closer to his lover’s bed whilst he ignored the pained and dying pleas of all around him, two things were was certain: the armed shooter who was still at large was going to have their remains scattered across the soils of Dark Land as their iconic hat burned like the mere ant it was in comparison to his unbridled wrath.
And, to the dismay that would be the Mother of the Cosmos above, this night would go down in history as the Tragedy of the Tyrant King.
