I was just casually slaying a snow breathing Ice Dragon in the middle of the Haunted Elven Swamps to save a beautiful princess, whom I later found out was just an evil Demon Skeleton King in disguise, from an angry mob of Skyrim's meanest Daedra; When, all of a sudden, Mario (That douche...) comes flying over the Wall of Lost Souls, slamming the Ice Dragon into the frozen Mountain of Skulls with his epic Fire Flower blast!

I took my opportunity to jump for the princess, but ended up in the deathly soul ripping grasp of the Demon Skeleton King's might. I looked to my doom, my slayer, the one who would end my life's story, and began to pray to whoever was listening to bargain for my soul.

As my life flashed before my eyes, a glimpse of a man dressed in blue and red, with a mustache that would make any Samba artist jealous, hopped into the picture and sliced the Demon Skeleton Kings hand clean off with the True Excalibur.

The Demon Skeleton King screamed and hissed, as he fell into the earth as a mere puddle of a shadow, only to evaporate under the bright heavenly light that shone from the heavens. The battle was over, but without a distressed damsel safe from the clutches of evil by my side, the war was yet to be won...