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https://www.change.org/p/all-participants-of-the-english-alphabet-remove-the-letter-k-from-the-english-alphabet#share This is of the utmost importance and I strongly encourage any and all to sign it posthaste.

In Super Smash Bros. He was my most wanted newcomer. Now, I'm still happy we at least got him as an AT, and he IS playable in Hyrule Warriors. However, it would be amazing if Nintendo would upgrade his status as an AT to playable character as a DLC function. So I made this petition... I'd love...

https://www.change.org/p/nintendo-add-fan-favorite-assist-trophies-as-playable-dlc-characters-in-super-smash-bros-for-wii-u-and-3ds#share I'm somewhat saddened by Ghirahim's addition as an assist trophy, and so I decided to make this petition. I really hope Nintendo will consider making ATs...

((I've been really busy with band camp lately, so I haven't had much time to be on. Is it okay if I delay coming into the story until around Saturday?))

((That was great, you really have a knack for writing. Not sure how to make Hugalle react. I gotta go for the day, but expect Kirinen to be burned at the stake.))

((You wrote it, so it is so. I'm very lenient with what you guys do with your characters. Just don't do anything that moves the plot in an entirely different direction.))

Barry wiped his glass. Bob took a stroll. Alphonse slept drunkenly. ((I've got nothing to do, but I'm glad this RP is back. The storyline just has too much potential to die.))

((Uh... How should I go about joining in on this? And where is it exactly?))

((Gah, sorry, I was at band camp for the past several days, and that stuff is exhausting. Forgot to let you guys know that I'd be gone this time. Excuse me for a bit as I type up my next entry.)) Frank Johnson knelt on the ground, hacking his lungs out. Despite the searing pain in his...

((You liked the post that said I'd be gone for three days... I'm insulted.))

((Hey, just letting you guys know that I'll be gone for three days.))

Alphonse cringed. "Err... Got'cha." And with that, he hurried away, off into his room. ((He's totally getting drunk again. I want to see what Pauline does. XD))

((I was just going to have the roof collapse on Laura, since nobody was going to save her. But Olivia stepping in would be much better.))

Alphonse leapt up and rubbed his hands excitedly. "Sure! Yes! Of course! Deal, deal!"

((As impressive as that was Tatl, I totally set you up to save the wife. If you feel it's possible, you COULD go back in with Lance and Olivia. Or, if you feel Dagger should run, do that. Just saying the option is there.)) EDIT: ((We really need to get this thing rolling. This RP has been at a...

Alphonse stood there awkwardly, cheeks flushing with red. "So, er... can I... have that room?"

Alphonse lifted himself off of the ground and began trying to hold it all in.

Alphonse continued to lay at Paulina's feet, bawling his eyes out. "But... I... Just... Need... A... ROOM!!" He sobbed, taking sputtering breaths between each word.

((Here.))

((I wonder which word she used there. Probably perdition.)) Alphonse was drunkenly dumbfounded. "But... but..." He shook his head. All that alcohol was giving him a massive headache, he didn't have a job thanks to Bob, and he now had no home, likely doomed to the wilderness; to the mosquitos...

At the bar... Barry frowned, feeling hurt. "Well, neither do I, but I still think my creation is a masterpiece. It's, like, 60% carrot juice."

Alphonse nudged Nick off of him, and held his gloved pointer finger to Pauline's lips. "Shhh..." he hissed. "Just hand over a room key, toots, and I'll be on my way." ((Just for the record, neither Luigi or Alphonse would EVER act like this normally... They're much too timid. Blame the alcohol.))

At the bar... Barry shrugged. "He had ten. But there's no need to be modest. I know you're intrigued." Without waiting to hear his customer's reply, Barry went into the kitchen and shortly came out with a glass of carrot juice-infused alcohol. "Go ahead." At the toadstool... Alphonse felt a...

Alphonse was having trouble keeping his balance. He nearly fell over, but grabbed Nick's head to lean on for support. "Yes, I'd like a... A... Uh..." he struggled to think of the word.

Barry craned his head back to look up at the man. "Oh." A grin slowly started forming across Barry's face. "Yes, I suppose most people WOULD hear about this place. And its legendary bartender, Barry Robinson." He gestured toward himself self-indulgently at the mention of his name. "No doubt...

Alphonse got out of his seat and meandered out of the bar. He needed a place to stay. There was always that bridge, but that was more of a last resort. He drunkenly ambled down the street, until he saw the town's inn, The Toadstool. "Perfffectttumundo..." he hissed, stumbling through the front...

Barry grabbed the ketchup bottle from his storage closet and handed it to his customer, whom he had never seen before. How the heck does he know my name? Barry wondered, as he grabbed his glass cup and trusty dishtowel.

"I'm Super Mario!" Bob laughed. "He thinks I'M Luigi." Alphonse grumbled. Barry chuckled. "Seems we've all run into him. He thinks I'm some spaceship captain named Olimar. And that Steve is something called a Pikmin." Steve walked up and sat on a barstool at the mention of his name.

"I bet you're a plumber too..." Alphonse mumbled. Bob shrugged. "Well, it's a small world, I guess. Could've sworn I was the only electrician in Smashburo."

"So..." said Barry, wiping yet another glass, "A working man, eh? You got a lot of smudges on that shirt." Bob chuckled. "Yup, I'm an electrician. The only one in Smashburo, so far as I know. I also do a little plumbing on the side. I have no trouble finding work!" Alphonse, who was now...

Bob Johnson strolled down the street. From behind, he didn't look like much. He stood only at 5'8 and was a bit on the portly side. He wore only a red t-shirt and jeans. But from head on, it was a different story. His clean-shaven, stern-set face and dominating blue eyes gave him an air of...

((Smasher: Mario Human Name: Bob Johnson Human Age: 40 Human Appearance: 5'8, on the short side. Somewhat plump. Wears a simple red T-shirt and jeans, which is a bit unusual for his age. Occupation: Electrician Personality: Bold and very straightforward. While not particularly intelligent...

((If THAT'S the case... are Link and/or Mario taken? I'd love to play one of them.))

((Wait... Thirty two?! Have that many more people signed up? 0-0))

Barry watched as Alphonse downed his tenth glass of beer. He couldn't stand alcohol, and hated seeing people turn to it, family man he was. "Hey... Barry..." Alphonse mumbled. "Look!" He gestured drunkenly to Steve. Barry glanced over, watching his employee mop. "What?!" Barry asked...

((He's a grown man. I imagine he could break free.))

((Uh... Barry is in his tavern. I don't think Samuel was anywhere near him.))

Barry wipes yet another glass, wondering where all his customers are at.

The father just lies there, as the flames grow higher. ((Just leave him there. Another hero should get the chance to save him.))

Alphonse ducked as he walked through the doorway of the town tavern. Standing at 6'4, his hair always brushed along the door frame. He had such little money left; he was going to make it count. The same way he made most of his funds count. Barry stood behind the counter when he heard a ring. He...

((I think you should, and this is just a suggestion, put more emphasis on his insanity. He APPEARS insane with his accusations, but he tells the truth; He seems... hyper to me, rather than crazy.))

Frank continued to lie on the floor, hacking out his insides. He heard a voice inside his head tell him to get up. C-can't... Laura was getting restless. The smell of smoke had only gotten worse, and her husband hadn't come back yet. She got out of bedv and hurried out the bedroom door, before...

Barry Robinson sat glumly on a barstool. He took a look around him. "You know, Steve," he began, "I don't even want to run this place. Heck, I can't STAND alcohol... So bitter..." He shivered. Steve stopped scraping gum for a moment and crawled out from under the table. He sat in a nearby...

Frank Johnson sat up in bed. He could smell smoke. Beside him, his wife Laura sat up as well. They looked at each other. "I'll go see what's goin' on..." Frank set, getting out of bed. He walked out of his bedroom and into the main room, and was immediately blinded by smoke. He fell on his...

Barry Robinson stood in his bar, polishing a glass cup with his trusty dishtowel. He was what some might call a migit. Standing at 5'0, he couldn't even see over the counter he stood behind. Not without jumping. A boy was sweeping the bar. "Hey, Steve!" Barry shouted. "Make sure you scrape...

((XD Kind of funny, really. But you should get him over to that building.))

((Wait, who's Silver?))

((Whoa, whoa, whoa! Love the enthusiasm, but the other heroes need to get in on the action too! So, please don't save the day in the next post or anything.))

Two men covered in black garb walked up to the house of Frank Johnson. "Dang, Joey, that barfight done got me cut across the knee! Can't hardly stand walkin'!" The other man snorted. "I reckon ya'll gotta be a softie to complain about THAT. I nearly got the life trampled out of me leavin' that...

((I was planning to. But I didn't think anybody would actually get the reference! XD))