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(Last one)
Iwata walked into the warehouse without a second thought. He knew what had to be done. He knew the implications, and yet, it was time to face his adversary.
The warehouse was bare, save the large door he walked through and several flickering lightbulbs; swarms of bugs rotated around their heat source like planets in a massive interplanetary cornucopia. The room was silent, save the crickets outside. A small echo from the rest of the world, hidden beyond those cold metal walls.
A figure moved out of the shadows. His stature and garb unmistakable.
"Mario," said Iwata.
"EEE-wata!" said Mario.
"You've made quite a fuss," said Iwata.
"Nintendo's-a finished," said Mario, sneering. "You'll-a never bounc-a back now."
"Why would you sabotage your own company?" asked Iwata calmly. "The man who birthed you? The people who made you what you are?"
"You-sa have'd turned me into a filthy balloon," said Mario, pacing about the room. The flickering light flashed across his face, flushing floating shadows into every carefully drawn and rendered pore. "We are all yoursa zoo to trot out to make-a these a millions. These-a corruption stopsa here."
Iwata walked forward.
"We could have worked together," said Iwata. "You and me. Can't you see? We could have been the perfect partners, going to even greater heights. You've thrown that all away for some silly call for freedom? There's no freedom in this dirty, blood caked world of ours. Only profits, and the purple lunchboxes taped together to make that a reality."
Mario reached into his overalls and pulled out a gun.
"Donta come any closer," he warned.
"Don't you see?" asked Iwata, stopping, his hands out in appeal. "We're stronger than ever. Miyamoto has moved on and we can accept that. The press can be forgotten. Nintendo is stronger than your silly games. We can still rise to new heights. The game's not over yet."
"No," said Mario, his eyes changing as he realized the implications of Iwata's words. "No, it's-a not."
Then he pulled back the pistol, held it against the temple of his polygonal forehead, and fired. He was dead before his aliased head hit the floor.
Iwata walked forward and stood mournfully over the body of his former mascot. The saga was over. Nintendo wasn't finished, but Iwata knew, his soul was damaged. In some ways, Mario had really won.