Rise of Mr. MThe wind howled harshly around the frozen wastes. With night dawning on the snow-buried plains, only an eerie blue stretched out as far as the eye could see, blurred by the thick swirling of large snowflakes thrown in every direction by the furious biting winds. No one in their right mind would live out here in this harsh wasteland.Rise of Mr. M by bevveh
Unless they were in a fortress. And that was exactly what Mario hoped to find as he dashed across the deep snow. As cold as it was, he had to keep moving, relying on his surprisingly speedy legs to keep his warmth circulating while trying to stay light enough on them to keep from falling into the snow beneath him.
It was his determination that fueled him; he'd never thought the X-Nauts would return. He'd gotten a strange package in the mail; a hologram disc that projected the image of Grodus himself, intact and as intimidating as ever.
"Greetings, my enemy," that familiar deep, metallic voice spoke clearly, hardly muffled by the pre-recorded sound. "