Scaling the mountain of Bob-Omb Battlefield, you’d expect its king to stand at its cliff, patiently waiting for you, his challenger. But alas, he’s not there. What does greet you is the sounds of a giant’s footsteps shaking the very land you were in.
Approaching the mountain was a monolithic titan, with a chest as broad as the arena where a history of previous duels were fought. It seems as if history truly only repeats itself if you are a fool, and the King of the Bob-Ombs is not one (at least in his mind he isn’t). He has grown tired of the old “throw each other” games in favor of a new one, now much bigger (and more dishonorable) than he’s ever been before.
He proceeds to look in confusion as his foe succumbs to infatuation. This… was not planned out as well as he imagined it to be.