Who Framed Wreck-It Ralph Part 1
Written by Eugene "The Good Wario"
According to movie reviewers and marketers, Wreck-It Ralph is like Rodger Rabbit, but with game characters. I personally think it's more like Toy Story, because both the toys and game characters are active when there are no humans around.
But what if Wreck-It Ralph WAS like Rodger Rabbit?
The nightmare has been the same for two years, mainly because it was an unchangeable memory.
It was a rainy night on top of the Mountain, and I was facing the miscreant who threatened to kill my brother.
"Give me the file or your brother gets it!" The maniac demanded.
I slid the file, which I had not yet read, to the psycho. He picked it up and smiled.
"Thanks... for believing me." The darkened person cackled as he pushed my brother of the mountain anyway. I ran to the edge so I could try to save my brother, but to no avail. The murder escaped, and I screamed in a vengeful rage.
Police investigations told me that he had disappeared, which sunk my heart even lower. The whole case that ended with the murder of my brother made me follow a vow that would not be modified.
I would never work for a video-game character again.
My name is Martin Luke, private investigator. My brother, Leroy Luke, was killed during a case we were working on. After that case, I've worked for real humans only. I also took some precautions, like taking self defense classes that was taught by Ryu of Street fighter and avoiding the Game Central Station at all costs.
The Game Central Station takes people to the worlds of other game characters when they are not working for their studios, such as TobiKomi, Nintendo, or Namco. The characters all act for the games that are then published and sent to arcades. There is also the precaution that if the characters die in the studio they work in, they revive, much like their homeland at the station.
Yet, by and large, the whole affair involving the loss of my brother made me resort to alcoholism. Paula, the bartender at club 64 and Leroy's Fiancé, observe my downfall into the land of Jack Daniels.
I practically became broke. No money, not many friends, no brother.
I was called down one day to the studios of TobiKomi. They were finishing up the remastered version of Fix-It Felix Jr. and the wrap party was tonight. The vice-president, Samuel T. Empora, invited me to his office.
"Ah, Martin! How are things?"
"Worse than when you attack a Redead with a grappler." I Answered.
"Oh... well... mm... anyway, I heard that you were running low on dough so I thought I could help you out if you helped me."
"What do you mean?"
"The wrap party tonight. I am looking for some bodyguards, just in case things get out of hand."
"How much, and when will you pay me?"
"$15,000, after the party."
I sighed, if I didn't get any money now, Paula would be fired and I don't want to be a guy who spreads depression. "Samuel" I said "If you pay me $2,000 now, you can pay me $8,000 after the party."
Samuel pondered. "Alright, here."
He gave me $2,000 dollars and sent me on his way. I went to Club 64 to talk to Paula.
"I'll have a Lon-Lon Milk this time Paula."
"Why?" She asked, very inquisitively.
"I need to sober up for tonight. I got a job that is paying me $15,000."
"When do you get the money?"
"After the job tonight."
Paula groaned. "Martin... If I don't have that one grand I'll be on the streets."
"It's okay! I have the thousand dollars right here. It cost me five grand to get them this early."
She smiled as I passed her the dough. "What's the job?"
"Body guarding the wrap party for Fix-It Felix Jr."
Paula frowned and then went to serve a customer.
"Just a root beer." He said. "Bad-anon is having an early meeting tonight on account of the wrap party."
"Why so early Bowser?" Paula asked.
"Wreck-It Ralph requested it."
To be continued.