• Prologue

    How could this be? How did this happen?
    Masterhand paced his office, muttering, thinking, and despairing about his beloved creation. Recent polls showed that Brawl was losing popularity, and if they didn’t regain it quickly, they would have to be shut down.

    Permanently.

    He didn’t tell the Brawlers yet, but he was sure that they already noticed the decrease in fans over time.
    Curses. What can I do? He thought. Should I change everybody’s wardrobe? Kick out a Brawler?
    He paced some more, ignoring his brother, Crazyhand, who was staring at him from the shadows, twitching every time Masterhand moved.

    Of course! Masterhand snapped his fingers and rushed to his desk, ordering Crazyhand out of the room. He quickly took out an extremely thick folder labeled Could-be Brawlers and flipped through it. Each page had a profile of a hero, villain, or a random person with potential from a distant land. There were so many people, but which one should he choose? Masterhand quickly scanned each page. There was Eragon, a dragon rider, Harry Potter, a wizard, Sora, a key-blade wielder. Who? Who was the right one? After a couple of minutes of flipping pages he finally reached a profile, which he thought would be perfect: a female assassin who had a shadow form.
    Hm…that would be perfect for a final smash, he thought. Masterhand took out the page and examined it more closely.

    Name: Ren Striker
    Race: Human
    Gender: Female
    Age: 15
    Profession: Thief
    Power: Able to disappear into the shadows and strike suddenly, disabling, or even killing her victim.

    Below the info was a picture of a raven-haired girl holding twin blades.

    Masterhand eased the thick folder back into the cabinet from where it came from and took out a clean sheet of embossed paper. After thinking over the consequences and benefits that could happen, he took out a pen and slowly dragged the pen over the paper in a fancy, curly fashion.

    Congratulations, you have been selected…