#askbomberman

[sheisaxbelle]

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“You must be one of the new assist trophies! I’ve seen you out on the battefield,” Isabelle said with a big smile. Even though she was a new fighter, she wasn’t really new to Smash, as she was an assist herself last time. “I used to be one myself. But, how are you? Do you like being here with everyone else? I know I do!”

[warioware-incorporated-blog]

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Now here was a face he hadn’t seen in quite a while. Once upon a time, when Wario was a fairly different man with greed for land and minions as well as gold, he one day happened upon a portal to Planet Bomber. Seeking to claim the domain as his own, the nefarious doppelganger went to work constructing a cloning machine and making multiple copies of himself-- an Army of Warios with their sights set on the peaceful planet and bombs held high, poised to invade! An explosive battle raged across the landscape of the alien planet. One Wario was trouble enough! Two? A dozen? Several dozen? That seemed outright impossible to handle! But there was a catch with that cloning machine, as there was with all the heel’s hand-built inventions... All those duplicate Warios were defects! Drones that were downgrades of the original! Such was the price of being half-baked and valuing quantity over quality. At first it appeared the invaders had the upper hand, but over time the Bombermen and other inhabitants of Planet Bomber banded together and blew to smithereens the band of bandits, in the end flushing Wario out of their land for good! But as said, that was quite a while ago, and Wario here wasn’t much a hardcore grudge-holder any longer. “Hey! It’s Boogerman! Did you come here to blow my beautiful city up?!” It appeared he was serious at first, but a rather hard yet reassuring slap upon the shoulder said otherwise. “Sike! I’m just messin’ with ya!” Evil eye. “But if you did I’d bash you into the next dimension!”

[swcctmagix]

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     💣𝐵𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛;;– ‘ Whoa, whoa wait! ‘ He tossed up his hands into the air-- Slightly feeling nervous at the potential of the other using a bomb on him. The last thing he wanted to happen. ‘ Friendly! I’m friendly! I can prove it, just gimme a second to talk... ‘

[harmonixs-moved-again-blog]

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“You have an antenna on your head.”

[primarycolorbombers]

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Continued from x.

Black simply sighs, unsure of how properly put it into words how he's feeling without making himself feel worse than he is right now. Stalling isn't going to get him anywhere, and it will only delay the inevitable, might as well just say it right now.

"White..." He began softly. "Somebody..., no, some anon, they..." He briefly paused. "They did say it outright, but they implied that I..." He turns his head away so his older brother wouldn't see the tears.

"I-I'm good for nothing..." He sniffled quietly. "Do you think... I-I'm good...f-for nothing?" Black tried to remain composed, but the shakiness of his voice made it evident that he couldn't keep it up.

[cyybermind-blog]

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        “White, if you do not hold grudges then perhaps I can ask an important favor of you...”