Strings of Fate


*Inside the Gaylord National Resort & Convention Center, John Notwoodman is discussing his finances with the owner of the establishment, Luigi Mario. Mr. Notwoodman has just paid a large sum of money to rent the entire Resort for approximately two weeks.*
Luigi

Wowee! What a generous patron! Not that I’m complaining sir, but if you don’t-a mind me asking, what are you going to be using this space for all on your own?

John

Oh, it’s no problem at all! You see, I had an idea one day. Wouldn’t it be cool if I held a tournament? So that’s what I did. Or, am doing, rather. Does that answer your questions?

Luigi

Um... with all-a due respect, sir... no. Not at all. You... said something about a tournament? What exactly do you mean by that?

John

I’m so glad you asked!

*John Notwoodman clears his throat, seemingly prepared to engage in a long-winded monologue... and then pulls out his Notwoodphone.*
Luigi

What is this?

John

No hold on just watch this it’ll explain trust me.

*A few seconds pass while the video buffers.*
Luigi

Is it- is it gonna load or-

John

Yeah no just give it a second man.

*A few more seconds pass in silence.*
John

Man, I think your internet might be-

*Suddenly, the video starts to play.*
John

Okay there it is, all right watch this.

John

So what do you think? Cool, right?

Luigi

...I mean, it’s neat and all, but I’m still not quite sure why you need to use my hotel for it.

John

Well, isn’t it obvious? I want to host the tournament at this venue! I’ve invited every person shown in the video to this hotel, this is where they’ll be staying, and competing! Loudly.

Luigi

Oh...Mama mia, that’s...H-h-how many people again?

John

At least twenty-one! All with their own plus-one! ...Maybe a plus-two or three, if I’m feeling generous.

Luigi

(Gulp). A-and who exactly are these contestants? Big name celebrities, or...

John

Oh sure, they’re all big in their own right I’d say. One in particular (in my opinion) should’ve been in Super Smash Bros. a long time ago!


*Meanwhile, in the mallowed halls of Nimbus Castle, we see the prince scrolling through his Apple iCloud...*
Mallow

Oh, no! Sean Kingston... you were taken from us too soon...

*Suddenly, a shining light flies through the window...*
Mallow

Huh?

*The light makes its way through the castle’s walls, before landing in an old doll in Mallow’s chest, marking the return of an old friend...!*
Geno

Ah, Mallow. It’s good to see you again.

Mallow

G-G-G-GENO?! What are you doing here? Is the Mushroom Kingdom in trouble again?!

Geno

Well, in all honesty, I’m not entirely sure myself. It seems that I have been specifically wished upon by someone representing an entity known as... the “Silver Gunner”.

Mallow

Wow, that’s so cool! I LOVE SiIvaGunner!! AND Grand Dad!!! We better get you down to them right away!


Luigi

Phew! You know Mr. Notwoodman, when you mentioned that there would be a bunch of people showing up to this event, I expected it to be a lot of rowdy troublemakers, but if it’s just people like Geno...

John

Oh no, you misunderstand. Very, very, very few of the contestants are as polite and collected as Geno. He’s actually a huge outlier in that respect. The very next people I invited kind of invite constant civil war? They’re pretty funny, I think you’d get a kick out of them.

Luigi

H-huh?


*Meanwhile, in the bustling square of Inkopolis, during the opening act of a big performance, a certain duo discuss their newly-obtained invitation...*
Marina

Pearlie! I’ve never seen you this pumped for an opportunity since Off the Hook left the ground!

Pearl

Yeah! No kidding! It’s our chance to spread our colors and show ‘em what we’re made of!

Marina

I do have a few mixed feelings about this though... I have no idea what we’re even meant to do...

Pearl

Pffft, like that ever stopped us in the past, us being together is proof that we’re unstoppable. Anything that gets put in front of us, we can overcome together!

Marina

Look, I love the energy and all, but, don’t you think we need a little bit more...

Pearl

... More what?

Marina

I don’t know... ...backup?

Pearl

Hey! Maybe we can get Eight involved again... or...

Marina

Hmm... I do have an idea. You know who’s been a big inspiration of mine recently? Glenna! It’s the reason we gave ABXY the opportunity to open for us!

*Pearl’s attention is drawn to the muffled sounds of the stage*
Pearl

You know what, you ain’t wrong ‘bout that! Their music SLAPS! I find myself listening to them more often recently.

Marina

Such a unique style... That makes me wonder, how would you feel if one of our latest hits had a bit of that genre blended together?

Pearl

That would be awesome! (Just gonna ignore the sudden bad vibes that crossed my head...)

Marina

Sorry, poor taste. Anyway, once we finish this concert, wanna talk to Glenna about it?

Pearl

You know I’d do that in a color pulse, ‘Rina!


*Luigi, having learned about the incoming group of idols, begins considering where to place tarps.*
Luigi

Don’t wanna get any paint all over my hotel...

John

I wouldn’t worry about it, I’m pretty sure they just perform music while they let the others do all the Inking for them.

*John receives a notification on his Notwoodphone*
John

Oh, that must be one of the competitors! ...Wait, what the hell is “Stinky Cheese”?


*Meanwhile, in the Albuquerque Holiday Inn, where the towels are oh-so-fluffy, a man in a Hawaiian shirt begins checking his email.*
Weird Al Yankovic

Alright, what’s my horoscope for today? I hope it’s good, I need some luck for my interview at Spatula City. If I have to work one more lousy shift at the Jungle Cruise ride, I swear...

*Al takes notice of one email in particular.*
Weird Al Yankovic

Hmmm...that better not be my evil twin again. Or Uncle Frank. Or Cousin Louie. Or Bob or Joe or Walter. Or Bill or Jim, or Ed or Bernie or Steve.

*He probably would’ve kept on guessing, but upon opening the email and reading the fine print, he realizes that it’s from SiIvaGunner!*
Weird Al Yankovic

The Flintstones guys?! ...Well, I always wanted to be a Flintstone myself...

*The idea of the tournament sticks in Al’s head, making him so excited that he can barely brush his teeth or comb his hair.*
Weird Al Yankovic

Well, I’d dare to be stupid NOT to go!


*Back at the Gaylord, where the towels are significantly less fluffy...*
Luigi

(Groan) I really don’t-a like the idea of filling my lobby with all of these... odd guests.

John

...Oh? Did you say something? Sorry, I got distracted by something on my YouTube feed.


*Meanwhile, in a laboratory surrounded by old monitors, circa 2005...*
unknown_engineer

Hm...it seems word has gotten out on my latest experiment.

*In the same room, a small robot is using one of the computers to create his own works...*
Unregistered HyperCam 2

henlo utube 2day i will show u how 2 get free robux (working 2018)

*Suddenly, the robot’s attention is diverted from his tutorial toward something else.*
Unregistered HyperCam 2

o kewl i just got a utube dm :oooo

Unregistered HyperCam 2

ooo tounrament sounds fun

*This catches the attention of the previously distracted engineer.*
unknown_engineer

Tournament? Hang on, is this some new online game?

Unregistered HyperCam 2

no its a big thign at teh gaylord (ha gayyyy)

unknown_engineer

I see...Well, I’m a little concerned about you being all on your own at such a large place with so many strangers...especially since we haven’t gotten rid of all of your bugs.

Unregistered HyperCam 2

yeh i cant get rid of teh watermark in the top left no mater wut i do

unknown_engineer

...But I suppose a tournament would give you good experience in the field. What good would keeping you cooped up in this tiny lab do?

Unregistered HyperCam 2

:DDDDDDDDD a winrar is me

*The engineer looks at his hard work, and smiles.*
unknown_engineer

Make me proud.


*Pinching back at the Gay(luigi)lord, where (gay)Luigi has just been caught up.*
Luigi

You know, the name sounds-a familiar, but I don’t think I’ve ever heard of him.

John

Neither have I! But I think you might have heard of this next guy. He’s pretty famous worldwide.


*Meanwhile, at a Holiday Inn in Miami...*
Pitbull

Aight, this collab is supposed to come out tomorrow. It's with one of the world's biggest artists, and I can't mess up this opportunity of a lifetime... so let's get to writing my first verse.

Pitbull

Now let's see... Okay, here we'll put the word "business"... Here, "what is this?"... Then we gon' put here "Christmas"... Then here we gon' put uhhh... "business". Look, I'm not rhymin' the same word because the second "business" has a different intended meaning, so they different words.

Pitbull

Aight, now we just have to write the rest of the verse.

*A loud, little man in streetwear comes running from the distance, clutching a once neat, now crumbled envelope with a red seal.*
Lil Jon

PITBULL!!!!!

Pitbull

Wha...?! Hey, what's up Pequeño Juan? Did you find me more words that rhyme with "Nintendo" and "bento"?

Lil Jon

Uh... NO!!!! You got an invite from SIIVAGUNNER!!! You keep telling me stupid shit and I wonder why we're close friends, bro.

Pitbull

See, I knew you had it in you- wait WHAT??? Let me see that shit. A tournament??? SiIvaGunner?!?! Oh shit...

Lil Jon

YEAH!!!!

Pitbull

Now I fuck with SiIvaGunner hard, but... we don't know who he really is. What if he turns out to be a nasty freak - not the good kind like me, dale! - and fucks up my reputation?

Lil Jon

SiIvaGunner's a team of people, it's fine. Plus, I bet there's gonna be a ton of famous artists at that joint. You're gonna wanna fill that... Mr. Worldwide-shaped hole that obviously exists in an all-star tournament like this. And with new listeners, it’ll be good for your career.

Pitbull

...And if I win, I could be king!

Lil Jon

For a day.

Pitbull

Then I’ll call that there famous lighthouse... the Pithouse!

Lil Jon

Uh, whatever floats yo boat, homie. So you’ll join the tournament?

Pitbull

Hmm, well I’m kind of in the middle of something with this other artist, but... I guess I can’t sleep on career advice from Mr. Window-to-the-Wall, hahaha!

Lil Jon

And I know that the SiIvaGunner channel won’t be as lit as it can be without Mr... uhhhh, you! Hahahahaha!

*Pitbull shares a genuine, brotherly embrace with his longtime friend before he prepares for an experience he won’t soon forget. He then picks up his cellphone in order to deliver some unfortunate news to his previously shiny new business partner.*
Pitbull

Yeah, sorry man, it ain’t gonna work out. A new door opened for me; I’m not gonna be able to deliver the final product on time. I’m focused on something else.

*An angry-sounding voice comes through from the other end of Pitbull's call.*
Pitbull

Uh- Please don’t take it personally, Drake. I’m an entrepreneur, I’m not here to make friends; I’m here to make myself. Also, you’re not allowed to call me by my first name.

*The voice grows increasingly irate and erratic!*
Pitbull

You think you’re all that, huh, you little bitch? The new guy I got is WAY better and more mature than you! When I throw an epic party in my new Pithouse, you’re not invited. Fuck off.

*Pitbull hangs up the phone before any response can come through. As he walks past a Lil Bewildered Yet Proud Jon, he makes his preparations to enter the King for a Day Tournament, as he silently chants “Pithouse” over and over.*
Luigi

Mama mia...a celebrity of that fame, here? Think of all the fans who might crowd the place-a!

John

Yeah I know, pretty cool right? Will certainly bring more attention to the tournament.

Luigi

Ohhhh...my boss is going to kill me.

John

Oh! That reminds me, speaking of people in charge.


*Meanwhile, in the Nintendo of America headquarters in Redmond, Washington...*
Reggie Fils-Aimé

Alright, Bill. E3 looks like a success! We’ve got a new Mario Party, Fire Emblem, and of course, Deus Ex Machina!

Bill Trinen

...I feel like we announced something else...

Reggie Fils-Aimé

Hm...oh, right! Fortnite! Better get my body ready for the battle bus.

*Reggie looks around the boardroom, beginning to feel a little antsy…*
Reggie Fils-Aimé

Hey Bill, do you ever just wanna...get out? Y’know?

Bill Trinen

You okay, Reggie? You look like you wanna enter another Nintendo World Tournament 2015.

*Suddenly, Reggie notices a blue light flashing on his nearby New Nintendo 2DS*
Reggie Fils-Aimé

Huh, I got something from Spotpass.

*He opens his 2DS to find a new Swapdoodle message from a user named “John”.*
Bill Trinen

What’s it say, Reggie?

Reggie Fils-Aimé

...Bill, I’ll be on a business trip until August. I’ll need you to see if Tanner can take over for me.

*Reggie leaves the room, before turning around to ask Bill One More Thing...*
Reggie Fils-Aimé

Oh, and do you know where I put those GameCube Brass Knuckles?


Luigi

WHAT?! T-t-t-the boss is gonna be here?!

John

Yep! We were actually a bit worried about inviting him, given the...uh...legality of the situation. But your hotel should be ninja-proof, right?

*Laugh track plays*
Luigi

W-wait, who’s laughi-


*Cut to exterior establishing shot of the Bel-Air Mansion. An upbeat jingle can be heard as we cut in...* *Will Smith turns on the TV*
Will Smith

Oh check it out, CCC is comin’ on!

Uncle Phil

What the heck is this?

Will Smith

It's SiIvaGunner, Uncle Phil.

Uncle Phil

WHAT!? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR HORNY LITTLE ADOLESCENT MIND!?

Will Smith

WHO CARES WHAT YOU THINK! YOU ARE NOT MY moTHER!

*Carlton walks into the room suddenly, seemingly engaged in a phone call.*
Carlton

Carlton. Carlton. It’s Carlton.

Will Smith

Carlton, are you by any chance Carlton?

Carlton

nOo. Perhaps you should let you NoOoOo that as Carlton, I’m in a position to let you know, you are invited to King for a Day.

Will Smith

What? What? What? What? What?

Uncle Phil

WHAT?!

Carlton

Yeah it’s some kind of tournanananament

Will Smith

Nah nahnanahnah to me, King for a Day is like a cross between Dedede, and Pitbull, and Geno, and Snake, and-

Uncle Phil

Shut up, Will.

Will Smith

WELLL! If you’re so confident in my lack of ability, make a little wager, say, thirty dollars?

Uncle Phil

nOo. For four years I treated you like my own son. Whatever you needed whether it was pants or chicken, I’ll be there for you.

*Audience Awwwww*
Will Smith

Wow, thanks Uncle Phil!

Uncle Phil

Shut up, Will.

*Laugh track*
*Cut to exterior establishing shot of the Gaylord, with the words ‘THREE YEARS LATER’ superimposed in front. It is not three years later.*
Luigi

W-w-what was that? My head...

John

Hm? What’s up? I don’t know what you’re talking about. Maybe you’ve had too many drinks.

Luigi

I don’t-a drink, especially can’t if my boss is coming...

John

Oh, well that’s too bad, our next invite is someone who’s quite the alcoholic.


*Somewhere in Japan, a famous game developer is getting ready to get back to work on his next doujin project after a long night of drinking...*
ZUN

Well, that was fun, but I think it’s time I get back to it. The announcement of Violet Detector was well received, I need to make sure it lives up to its expectations. Perhaps a good composition could suffice for now.

*ZUN goes down to sit in his chair, but notices something strange placed on his Reimu Fumo*
ZUN

Hm...what’s this? An invitation? Did my wife leave this for me? Or would have it been the fumo...? *laughs*

*ZUN carefully reads through the invitation, trying to debate with himself whether he should go or not*
ZUN

I’m unsure if it would be wise to attend, maybe it’s best if I stay here and finish my game...wait, a hotel bar, you say? Hm. Maybe I can work on Violet Detector at the same time as the tournament, this isn’t the first I’ve multitasked. Ok then, it is decided, I will pack my supplies and book my flight. Hopefully my trumpet can fit on the plane...


*At the Gaylord Bar, as the sun is setting, Luigi starts mixing up a drink for John*
Luigi

There you are, Milk on the Rocks.

John

...You sure this’ll get me drunk?

Luigi

...Drunk?

John

Ah well, no use wasting a good drink.

*John downs the entire glass of milk, hoping for something to kick in. As he slams the glass down, he looks to the National Harbor skyline, catching a beautiful view of the moon*
Luigi

Ahh...you know what they call it when the moon hits your eye...

John

You mean the thing with the eel?

Luigi

...Yeah.

John

Man...all those stars dancing in the sky...you know what they make me think of?


*On a spaceship, boarded by three different aliens*
Popoy

No, no, NO! You two gotta do it like this!

*Popoy thrusts his pelvis, providing an example to a shorter green alien and a slender silver one*
Howard

[YOUR DANCE MOVES ARE MUCH TOO LOOSE.]

Popoy

And YOU’RE much too slow! Dance has got to be EXTRAVAGANT! FREEING!

Howard

[I DO NOT SEE HOW EXTENDING AND RETRACTING MY PELVIS WOULD BE CONSIDERED FREEING.]

Popoy

You just gotta fucking LET IT LOOSE! Stop being a-

*Their argument is interrupted by a notification from their UFO’s computer*
Howard

[INCOMING MESSAGE? FROM WHOM?]

*Popoy pulls up a transmission from the distant planet “Earth”*
Popoy

A tournament?! US?!

Howard

[INTERESTING. A CHANCE FOR US TO PROVE OUR COLLECTIVE POWER.]

Popoy

Fuck yes! We’re gonna show the galaxy who the BEST dancers are! Of course, this Earth is a long-ass way from here...

*Popoy presses buttons on the UFO’s main control panel, redirecting the path to Earth*
Popoy

...which means we’ve got more time to get our FUCKING ACT TOGETHER!

Marcianito

ayy lmao


*Lightyears away from the ship, back at the Gaylord*
Luigi

A-Aliens? Hm...well they sound more fun than the Shroobs! That’s for sure!

John

Well don’t sound too disappointed, if Thanos accepts the invite, that should be at least *one* purple alien.

Luigi

Yeah, that’s true, I gue-w-WHAT?!? THANOS?!?!?!

John

Yup.

Luigi

Oh my GOD! Are you CRAZY?!? Do you KNOW what he just did last Spring?!?

John

Yeah, I wonder what he’s been up to after that whole ordeal...


*Somewhere underground, in a liminal tiled hallway*
Thanos

I will give you one last chance, my children. Watch carefully...

*Thanos starts rhythmically shaking his body, before busting out a sick breakdance*
Thanos

Now, show me your skills, esteemed squad mates.

*Raven claps his hands, and starts walking in place while moving his legs. Cuddle Team Leader shakes her hips while swaying her arms*
Thanos

No, no, NO! Your dancing is far too minimalistic and simple-minded.

Raven

We’ve tried, but we don’t have enough Vbucks to purchase your dance!

Thanos

This dance is not a mere concession, it is a skilled form of movement that requires intensive training and focus. If you are unable to adapt to the rising tides of progress, perhaps the waves may see fit...

*Thanos slowly and deliberately flexes his Infinity Gauntlet, emitting a sickening glow*
Thanos

...to wash you away.

*The atmosphere is tense, before a well-dressed man enters the hallways. The other two dancers sigh in relief.*
Reaper

People keep asking me if I’ve returned, and I haven’t responded yet...

Thanos

Reaper, you’re late. What has kept you?

*Reaper shows Thanos an invite to “John”’s lobby*
Reaper

...But yes, I believe I have returned.

*Thanos examines the invitation*
Thanos

Hm...This does put a smile on my face...


*Luigi has passed out on the floor*
John

Hey! Wake up!

*John takes out a Wii Remote and flings it back and forth, slapping Luigi across the face multiple times*
Luigi

Aaah! I’m awake! I’m awake. I just...*shudders* I really don’t want that purple maniac in my hotel...

John

What, the lanky guy? I know you two apparently have some beef, but I don’t think he’s all that bad. I mean, his tacos are great!

Luigi

...Wait, who are we talking about?


*Outside of Marina Stadium, where an intense tennis match has just let out, a nearby tacostand is serving the exiting crowd*
Waluigi

Here’s your taco, thanks for coming!

*Waluigi waves goodbye to his latest customer, a woman in a black gown, not realizing a certain someone has come to pay him a visit*
Wario

WAHAHAHA! Well, look at Mr. Big Shot and his food joint over here!

Waluigi

Waaaah, what do you want?! Shouldn’t you be over at Treasure City or whatever with your game dev friends?!

Wario

Eh, got bored. But look at THIS!

*Wario pulls out a letter from his overalls*
Wario

TA-DAAAH! I’ve got invited to a big tournament! That’s right, Wario’s in TWO big fighting events! Two more than YOU’VE been in! Wahahaha-

*As Wario laughs, Waluigi pulls something from off the table*
Waluigi

Hey, thanks for reminding me! Look what I’VE been invited to!

Wario

WUH?!? T-that’s the same invitation I got!

Waluigi

Guess they wanted BOTH the Wario Bros. this time.

Wario

Huh?! That can’t be right...

*Wario takes a moment to read the fine print*
Wario

Ugh, I can’t believe I gotta deal with you riding my coattails again!

Waluigi

Well, you can complain all you want, but at least wait until AFTER my shift to talk to me about it! I’ve got a busy line!

*The customers behind Wario start yelling*
Wario

Ah, have a rotten day! All of you!

*Wario angrily leaves the line, as the two silently bemoan their forced partnership...*
Luigi

Ugh, not those two again. EVERY spin-off...

John

Yes, well I wanted to give a couple entrepreneurs like myself a chance to expand! And also to make sure they don’t get TOO big as to threaten me, of course.

Luigi

I don’t think you’ll have to worry too much about that Mr. Notwoodman. Those two are rather... unprofessional.

John

You can never be too sure. I mean, what if one of them becomes the next N.M.E.?


*At the gates of Castle Dedede, the castle’s second-in-command is ready to greet his king after a royal conquest*
Escargoon

Welcome back, sire! Did you show those creepy cultists who’s boss?

King Dedede

(Clearly exhausted) Void...Soul...Never again...

Escargoon

...That bad, huh?

King Dedede

I think...I think I saw that jester we fired too...

Escargoon

Maybe you should take a rest-

*Dedede suddenly regains his energy*
King Dedede

Are you kiddin?! I need to get back into tip-top shape! Like I was when possessed by that heart thingy!

Escargoon

I don’t know, sire, you looked kinda freaky with those giant arms...

King Dedede

But if I had that kind of raw power AND my noggin intact, I could finally clobba Kirby!

Escargoon

(Whispering) If you ask me, it’d be better if you didn’t skip leg day...

King Dedede

Wuzzat?!

Escargoon

Ahh! N-N-Nothing, sire!

Escargoon

In any case, I might have something that could help with your training.

King Dedede

If it’s anythin’ like that fitness trainer N.M.E. sold me, I’ll pass!

Escargoon

You’ve been invited to a fighting competition called “King for a Day”.

King Dedede

Why would I want to be king for one lousy day when I’m already King for Life! Heh heh heh heh heh!

Escargoon

Well, it says here that the winner gets a crown. Maybe you could use it to pay off your debt, sire...

King Dedede

Genius thinkin’ Escargoon! Guess it’s time to show these fools who the real king is!


Luigi

Hmmm...that penguin again... Sounds like he could be trouble, unless we all turn into trophies again...

*Luigi looks to the lobby*
Luigi

Hey, John? I think you left one of your packages in here!


Roy Campbell

Snake! Sorry to bother you, but I’ve got big news!

Solid Snake

What? Not another absurd objective, I hope.

Roy Campbell

Are you familiar with King for a Day?

Solid Snake

Ah, that SilvaGunner thing.

Roy Campbell

Yes. Actually we’ve received an invitation for you to join.

Roy Campbell

Are you up for it?

Solid Snake

......

Roy Campbell

Where are you right now anyway?

Solid Snake

I’m on reconnaissance duty.

Roy Campbell

Reconnaissance?! Of what kind?!

Solid Snake

Knowing your host is the quickest path to victory.


*Snake reveals himself from under a box in the Gaylord*
Solid Snake

It’s showtime!

Luigi

EYEAH!!

John

Not quite, orientation isn’t until tomorrow. Why don’t you turn in for the night?

Solid Snake

...Hrnngh...

*Snake walks away*
Luigi

H-hey, I think you dropped your little, uh, radio?

*Snake has already left. Luigi curiously starts fiddling with the codec...*
Luigi

Hm, I wonder how this thing even works. Maybe this little dial here-

*Suddenly, Luigi is cut off by a blaring stream of supersonic sound, instantly bursting his eardrums.*

JET SET RADIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-


*In a speaker-filled broadcast station in Tokyo-to...*
DJ Professor K

-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

*Inside, there is a loud, enthusiastic man who appears to be the one running the station. When he speaks, he seems to be bursting with an energy that has him almost bouncing off the walls.*
DJ Professor K

Hot damn! These tracks are bringin’ so much heat that they might just burn MY house down! For real, I’m sweatin’ up a storm in here!

*As he says it, he makes an exaggerated motion of wiping his brow, before returning to his speech.*
DJ Professor K

But if you’re feelin’ you need a sec’ to chill out, then I got some BAD NEWS, SUCKA! This pirate radio station is gonna have your speakers spittin’ fire non-stop all summer long, baby! You better not touch that dial, or it’ll melt your fingers off!

*He shakes his hands around vigorously, as if they really have been singed.*
DJ Professor K

Now enough of the frying pan, let’s get back into the fire!

*The man flicks some switches and presses a few buttons on his equipment, and with that, there is a playlist of pre-selected tracks set to play for the next several minutes.* *He lets out a heavy sigh. With it, the energy that was animating him leaves, and he slumps a bit against his turntables. Breathing labored breaths and feeling his heartbeat in his ears, he moves to wipe his brow again. It looks like he really has been sweating heavily. After a beat of silence, he twists around slightly, popping his back before getting into a more comfortable resting position. He has to make the most of the time he has, or else he–*

K? Can I come in, man?

*Almost instantly, his energetic demeanor returns to him, as he straightens himself back out and plasters on a relaxed smile.*
DJ Professor K

Sure thing! Mic ain’t hot right now, so don’t sweat it!

*The door swings open, and through it walks a very old, bearded man in a stylish leather jacket. He moves with a hunched posture over to the nearest seat.*
DJ Professor K

Bob! What’s up, how’s it hangin’ my brother?

Bob

Ah, same old, same old. You know how it is out on these streets, but I’ve been gettin’ by. Anyhow, just here cause another letter got sent in for you.

*From out of his jacket, Bob hands the DJ his letter.*
DJ Professor K

Another one, huh? I guess it’s been a while since the last mailbag, they’re always a good time! Just hope it ain’t Mr. Osaki again... Huh. Looks like I’m invited to some kinda music contest thing out in the states? Sounds like a big deal...

Bob

You thinkin’ you’ll go? Could be a good opportunity to spread the good word of the radio. Keep the scene fresh with new blood, ya dig?

DJ Professor K

I feel you, but I’m just thinkin’... if I ain’t here to keep the radio runnin’, what happens to all those poor little Rudies who need it to liven up these mean ol’ streets? I can’t just hang ‘em all out to dry like that Bob, you know that!

Bob

Course I do, man, I getcha. Hmm... how ‘bout if I manned the station while you’re out? Then you could rest easy and focus on the tournament!

*For a second, K looks taken aback, before slipping back into his natural easygoing and excitable persona.*
DJ Professor K

Ah hell, you know I can’t be askin’ you to do that for me! I already got you puttin’ your neck on the line with gettin’ these letters for me, I don’t want you to have any more heat on you! Plus, with what the doctors have been sayin’ about the arrhythmia–

Bob

Oh, hush! I still got some years left in me! I ain’t fixin’ to waste ‘em sittin’ around when I could be helpin’ a brother out! Same goes for you, K! You oughta be usin’ the time ya got where it really counts. So quit whinin’ and get to winnin’!

*Again, K seems to be taken off-guard, but after a moment of thought, he throws his hands up in surrender playfully.*
DJ Professor K

...Heh. You got it, Bob. Just gotta do one last thing.

*Once Bob has left the studio, the professor kicks the broadcast back into gear with a special announcement...*
*Back in the Gaylord, John listens intently to the announcement of DJ Professor K’s participation in the tournament over the radio, and breathes a sigh of relief. Luigi is still holding his head in pain.*
John

Oh cool! I was wondering if my invite got lost in transit to Tokyo-to, but it looks like I won’t need to search for another substitute! What a relief!

Luigi

Ohhhhhhoowwow... am I going to have to hear-a screaming like that the entire tournament?

John

Hmm... I think you will actually! Hold on, I got something to show you.

*John pulls up a famous reaction video on his Notwoodphone*
*In his usual setup, Etika is watching a certain YouTuber...*
John

(Time for a special announcement!)

Etika

Okay, I’m ready.

*The King for a Day logo fades into the screen*
Etika

KFAD! KFAD! OH MY GOD! KFAD! KFAD! KFAAAD! KFAD?!

(Etika is on the way!!)

Etika

KFAAAD!!!! HOOOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HAHAHA! I’M IN KFAD!!! OH MY FUCKING GOD!

*Etika bounces around in his chair excitedly, placing his hands against his mouth*

(However, Etika is still in development.)

Etika

I’m still in development???

(It takes a lot of work to even complete one contestant. This completion date is scheduled for July 27th, 2018, so stay tuned!)

Etika

MY DICK! MY DICK!

*Etika begins to take hold of his crotch*
Etika

OH GOD KFAD! OH MY GOD IT’S HAPPENING! IT’S HAPPENING!


*The reaction video playing on John’s NotWoodphone ends, and autoplay begins “The Haunted Mansion - Nostalgia Critic” before John quickly pauses it to continue the conversation*
Luigi

My poor ears... I don’t-a know how much more of this I can take... H-how many more contestants did you say there were...?

John

That’s actually about all of them! Well, except for the first guy I invited...


*Elsewhere, inside one of Team Rocket’s hidden bases...*
James

It just doesn’t make any sense! Why should HE be the one invited to something so high-profile?

Jessie

Right? What, is he too good for us now or something?

*Suddenly, the barracks’ door is swung open to reveal Meowth, and as soon as the pair spot him, they move to obstruct the shredder from view*
Meowth

Hey guys, any mail for me today?

*Jessie and James eye each other nervously*

...No.


John

...but he never responded, so I’m gonna have to find someone to fill his slot.

Luigi

Do you, uh, have anyone in mind? Or do-

*John quickly gets up and walks away towards the door.*
Luigi

Oh, uh- okay...

John

HEY, YOU!

*John yells across the street to a well-dressed businessman drinking out of an orange mug.*
Ajit Pai

...ME?

John

YEAH, YOU! YOU WANNA BE IN MY TOURNAMENT?

Ajit Pai

YEAH, SURE.

John

NICE.

*The businessman walks into the Gaylord.*
John

Well, that solves that! Meet the first official contestant for the SiIvaGunner: King for a Tournament... uh, what’s your name?

Ajit Pai

I’m Ajit Pai. I’m the Chairman of the FCC.

John

AJIT PAI!!! CHAIRMAN OF THE FCC!!!

Luigi

...

John

So, what do you think now?

Luigi

...I think this is gonna be a long-a couple weeks.