(( I BEAT SUPER MARIO LAND FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME JUST NOW.
THIS IS RELEVANT ON TATANGA BECAUSE FINAL BOSS.
IT TOOK ME ALMOST SIXTEEN YEARS
BUT I DID IT
YES
YE-HE-HESSSSSSS
))
(( I BEAT SUPER MARIO LAND FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME JUST NOW.
THIS IS RELEVANT ON TATANGA BECAUSE FINAL BOSS.
IT TOOK ME ALMOST SIXTEEN YEARS
BUT I DID IT
YES
YE-HE-HESSSSSSS
))
“Yes, yes, Mario is his name.”
Oh, so that’s why. It had been so long since the princess even remembered that incident that it seemed like it never happened. It wasn’t like when Bowser caught Princess Peach, either. And even though Daisy wanted to get out and about, she was actually thankful for that. At least Tatanga wasn’t a giant Koopa who has the hots for almost every single female.
“Well, I don’t think that you’re gonna’ get very far talking to me.” Was she actually going to help him? “Maybe you can look through a junk yard for scrap pieces of metal. I don’t know how this alien-thingy works exactly.”
“Ah. I hadn’t quite asked his names for, well, obious reasons.” There marks the first time Tatanga mispronounced something on this blog.
Tatanga hadn’t ever met Bowser. He’d heard of him, yes. From what he could tell, he was very unlike the Koopa King- in status, personality, and style of invasion. Then again, that last one was, once again, mainly due to Tatanga’s lack of his own resources.
“I suppose I could. However, I’d rather use materials that will last longer- so I have been keeping my head low and doing jobs for others. Mainly amongst the … less than legal crowd, I suppose. Make money to purchase the materials.”
thegreatandhandsomewario sent:“As I recall, I was a better minion than the other idiots you hired considering I overthrew an entire kingdom without so much as my own army.”
“You’re just… Stuck here then?”
It wasn’t like Daisy was planning to do anything nasty to him, but she was confused. He just seemed like the type of alien whom would have pretty much everything that they wanted — like a ruler of some sort. She was almost willing to help him out, but she still needed to be careful around him.
But now it seemed like that superstition pretty much jumped out of the window.
“What happened to your old ship?”
“Yes.”
Tatanga considered himself fairly priviledged, despite everything. He was dealing with the rich and regal, though he was but an everyday commoner by all means. He wasn’t aware that he seemed the least bit among them himself, likely because he was unaware of society’s standards and ideas in general. Though he’d been here so long, it wasn’t easy for him to learn these things.
“As you may recall, it was destroyed by that man- Mario, was it?” He didn’t exactly remember since, well, you don’t exactly ask a man’s name when you’re in a spaceship trying to shoot his plane down.
Oh, hello there! My name’s Ribbon. What’s yours?
“I am Tatanga. Pleasure to meet you, Ribbon.”
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He was right, though. The princess hadn’t seen the little alien for a long time. Then again, she remained only a bit cautious. But Tatanga wasn’t just going to snatch her away like Bowser would to Peach. Maybe she could make nice.
“Really? Then what are you doing?
“I would assume finding other places to bombard?”
He could understand her assumptions. It’s not exactly smart to trust someone who brainwashed all the wildlife in one’s kingdom and kidnapped you. Would it be smart to mention that he was hired to invade Sarasaland? He could imagine her with a grudge. Though the ordeal had lasted no more than a few hours, he knew she was a fiesty one.
“Actually, I am in the process of trying to repair my spacecraft and leave this planet. Materials are difficult to come by, however.”
“I, uh, guess it has!
“… You’re not here to do anything, are you?”
“No, no. I assure you, I am no longer persuing you or your kingdom.”
“In fact, I haven’t been there since my initial attack.”
Tatanga; interesting. It was almost as if the shroob had heard his name from before, but… She couldn’t put her finger on it. Oh well. It really didn’t matter much to the princess anyway.
She looked both ways, not seeing a spacecraft in sight. Hers was hidden away, with her army of shroobs aboard. But where was his? He was an alien. He had to have had one, right?
“W̧h̸̕a̢̛̕t ̵e̸̕͟x̨͡a̸ct̴́ĺy a̛̛r͏͝e̛͘͝ ҉̶̶ỳou͏ ͏͟d͘o̧i̶̸̡n̡҉̧g̵̢ ̶h͠èr̛e,̕ ͘͝įf ͜I̧͢͞ ̷͝m̀͜a͏y҉҉ ̨a̕͢s̡k̷̵͢?͠ ͘͢I̢̨t̨́́ d͏o͜͝è͢s͠n’͢͡͠t ͡sȩ̨͝ȩ͢ḿ͟͏ ͜͝li͟k͏̡͝ę̧ ̢̨ý̴̸o͘͟u̶ ́h̵͠͏a͘ve̷͜ ͏͏an̴y̧̨ s̷ò̧rt of͘ ̸c͝r̛͜͠aft ͝a͜͏n̡͢͢yw̶̧͢h̵e͜r̀e̴̢̕,͟ ̀e̡it͟͡h̨ę̸ŗ͜.̷ ̨̢H͡o҉͢ẁ ͏̛̛w̶il̵̛l҉ ̴̀y͝͡o͜u͟ ͘r̵̨͠e̡͝t́̀u͢҉ŗ̶n̴ h͞o̴̧͢m̶͡e͟͠?̴͢͢”
[ What exactly are you doing here, if I may ask? It doesn’t seem like you have any sort of craft anywhere, either. How will you return home? ]
Erm, awkward. “I crash landed here some time ago. However, I have had my space craft repeatedly destroyed by a man garbed in red, and it’s very difficult to rebuild.”
Tatanga wasn’t entirely aware of Mario’s fame. He knew his name was well-known, but didn’t know about his exact reputation as a hero. Granted, he HAD rescued a princess in the alien’s first defeat, but most of what he knew of Mario came from his underground work rather than working for Wario. Mario was a topic the fat man did NOT like to bring up.
“As for your last question, I’m a traveller. I do not exactly have a home.” He said this casually (well, as casually as one can in the presence of royalty), as he was not looking for pity- in fact, he didn’t even see the lack of a home as a problem.
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