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*Are you in... handcuffs? You don't remember much leading up to this point. Only remnants of your memory remained: a really dark place, the footsteps of what looked like an abandoned castle, and suddenly, you were struggling, surrounded by a small troop of koopas who restrained you and knocked you out.**Now here you were, ushered into the throne room, held before a king. The king himself. King Bowser. Lazily spread across the chair, it seemed he was interested in what was brought in by his minions by the way he leaned forward in anticipation.**The koopa guards around you swiftly snap to attention, falling into position and pointing their spears at you. You cast a glance towards the koopa guards, and they return your glance with a collective grunt.*
“What?! What’s the meaning of this?!” *Bowser demanded, rising from his throne.* "Hey!" *He barked, directing his flash of anger towards his own guards.* "Lower your weapons! Have I not taught you all any manners?!"
*They cowered in fear at his loud booming voice. After a brief look at each other, the koopa guards all begrudgingly complyed, gently lowering of their weapons.*
"Now..." *With a huff of effort, Bowser stomped his way over to you, slow and steady as a tortoise. His piercing gaze studied your face with an audible hum, and after clearing his throat, he finally addressed you.* "I apologize for my minions. It's not everyday we have a human like you stumbling into the Darklands."
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