FactionParadox
The 'flow' is always a calamity.
Your home life is a distant memory, one day you simply fell unconscious and woke up in a room overlooking a garden. The letter on your bed reads only the following.
"You have been selected to enter the Smash Bros tournament! May the odds ever be in your favour."
A few items were scattered around the room, remnants of where you came from. Family photos, treasured belongings, your entire wardrobe if you had such a thing.
Opening the door revealed a hallway with lots of other rooms, the door you opened had your name on it.
"You have been selected to enter the Smash Bros tournament! May the odds ever be in your favour."
A few items were scattered around the room, remnants of where you came from. Family photos, treasured belongings, your entire wardrobe if you had such a thing.
Opening the door revealed a hallway with lots of other rooms, the door you opened had your name on it.
