"And we have a new arrival today, coming from the deepest and wildest jungles of Donkey Kong island," said the Announcer.
Diddy's ears perked up when he heard Donkey Kong island, "Welp, that's my que," thought Diddy. So he stood up and gently opened the door. And walked down the freedom stripping halls with shaking arms. Legions of dark gray filled the walls and ceilings, with thick musty air constricting his lungs. He saw worker men with sweat staining their faces carrying big boxes. And saw them operating machines to carry the heaviest of boxes.
Black shirts hugged them tight and gray pants hung from their waste, with neatly tied laced shoes that covered their feet. As Diddy walked further down the hall, he saw paintings on the wall, no it was murals. No, it was graffiti, it gave the gloomy walls a pinch of life, with a dab of green and a spray of purple. Is what all it needs to grab hold of one's eye.
"Diddy! Kong!" Said the announcer. And Diddy Kong walked out slowly, he stood on a pitch black Bridge that connected to a floating piece of platform. It was a rectangle purple piece of land that ignored gravity, and stayed above the clouds. His legs struggled to hold him up, and his body got heavier within every step he took towards the platform, his sharp teeth chattered as loud as as howling monkey. But screams of the fans drowned it out with its formless noise.
The platform felt as hard as a gladiator's war hammer that's just been polished, and the coldness stung his feet like the spikes on a shark's skin when Diddy jumped on the platform. "And on the other side of the barrel, we have the littlest fighter but also the strongest," said the Announcer. Diddy kong's fur shot up as quick as a flying bullet, he knew who it was, at first glance you overlook him. But looks can be decieving, when a slam of a green glove to the jaw, and a brutal headbutt to the forehead makes you think he's the biggest and baddest man in the world. "Little! Mac!" Said the announcer. And a small man walked out slowly, green gloves covered his fist, and a black tank top hung onto his shoulders. With green shorts that hugged his legs, Diddy could see the wildfire in his eyes. He walked slowly in confidence towards the purple platform, and his rattlesnake eyes stayed iron lock locked into Diddy's quivering eyes.
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