I open my eyes. Bright light shines on my face. My throat feels like I gargled a mix of sandpaper and glass shards. I hear gentle waves slapping a nearby shore line.
Where am I?
As my eyes begin to focus, I see…sand. Lots and lots of sand. I’m on a beach?
The last thing I remember is that drinking game. “I challenge you to the ultimate drinking game. Loser leaves forever, at a place of the winner’s choice!”
I guess I…LOST?
I raise my fists to the sky and roar, “WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!?”
As soon as I calm a bit down, I notice I have a piece of paper in my paw.
I read the letter.
Good-a morning, Donkey Kong-a! It’s a me, Mario. As per the terms of the bet-a, you are a-hereby banished to this deserted island in the middle of nowhere. Do notta worry—there are plenty banana trees and a fresh-a water stream at the center of the