2-4: Like the Fires in My Heart
Once again, I opened the door to the rest of the castle to discover that its stone floor was broken in places by hot, flowing lava.
I had to jump across one of these dangerous areas to a small platform and back the ground, and to make matters worse, fireballs flung themselves out of the lava at me as I leapt, as if the lava itself were reaching for me. I hit the question mark block, but it was only another fire flower, and I felt nothing when I touched it.
I ran through the spinning rods of flame as quickly as my feet would carry me, and those hated orange elevators hung above another, horrible Bottomless Pit, with a frightening Bottomless Ceiling, just as there had been before. I had to leap over another of the flame rods to advance, and I nearly landed on another fireball, which I correctly presumed to be the work of yet another Bowser. There were a few of the coins in between, but they did nothing to alleviate my exhaustion with being in danger.
Bowser, just as terrible as last time, was on a bridge just the same as last time, with an elevator just the same was the one from before. Everything was the same, except for the brick blocks that blocked my leaping above the elevator, and without thinking of how to defend myself now that my jumping room was gone, I opened my hands and tossed fire at the monster. My first fireball only made a soft sound as it melted into him, but I was willing to keep up the barrage, and eventually, the creature evaporated into thin air just as the lesser horrors of this place had.
I was tempted to pick up the ax in case there was another mushroom inside with the news that I was in the wrong place, so that I could have crushed its skull for bringing such terrible news, but it seemed pessimistic to take such precautions.
I should have taken the ax.
The mushroom was so identical to the last it could have been its twin brother, and it laughed as it administered its cruel joke. “SORRY MARIO, BUT OUR PRINCESS IS IN ANOTHER CASTLE.”
I am fairly certain I beat the wretched thing within an inch of its life, but it only seemed to enjoy my punches, so eventually I gave in to despair and slept as I had four nights before. I have been in this place over a week now, and still there is no sign of the girl from my toilet. I never thought I would miss anything that went down the drain so much.
I suppose tomorrow I will be forced to journey upside down and fight against half-lizard, half-mushroom things, and I will touch a broccoli which gives me the ability to fly. I am too tired to even guess.
I had to jump across one of these dangerous areas to a small platform and back the ground, and to make matters worse, fireballs flung themselves out of the lava at me as I leapt, as if the lava itself were reaching for me. I hit the question mark block, but it was only another fire flower, and I felt nothing when I touched it.
I ran through the spinning rods of flame as quickly as my feet would carry me, and those hated orange elevators hung above another, horrible Bottomless Pit, with a frightening Bottomless Ceiling, just as there had been before. I had to leap over another of the flame rods to advance, and I nearly landed on another fireball, which I correctly presumed to be the work of yet another Bowser. There were a few of the coins in between, but they did nothing to alleviate my exhaustion with being in danger.
Bowser, just as terrible as last time, was on a bridge just the same as last time, with an elevator just the same was the one from before. Everything was the same, except for the brick blocks that blocked my leaping above the elevator, and without thinking of how to defend myself now that my jumping room was gone, I opened my hands and tossed fire at the monster. My first fireball only made a soft sound as it melted into him, but I was willing to keep up the barrage, and eventually, the creature evaporated into thin air just as the lesser horrors of this place had.
I was tempted to pick up the ax in case there was another mushroom inside with the news that I was in the wrong place, so that I could have crushed its skull for bringing such terrible news, but it seemed pessimistic to take such precautions.
I should have taken the ax.
The mushroom was so identical to the last it could have been its twin brother, and it laughed as it administered its cruel joke. “SORRY MARIO, BUT OUR PRINCESS IS IN ANOTHER CASTLE.”
I am fairly certain I beat the wretched thing within an inch of its life, but it only seemed to enjoy my punches, so eventually I gave in to despair and slept as I had four nights before. I have been in this place over a week now, and still there is no sign of the girl from my toilet. I never thought I would miss anything that went down the drain so much.
I suppose tomorrow I will be forced to journey upside down and fight against half-lizard, half-mushroom things, and I will touch a broccoli which gives me the ability to fly. I am too tired to even guess.