:: A sound comes wafting to your ears. You have no idea where it is from. You simply know that it is an unearthly wail, the likes of which you have never before heard in your life. It is like something out of a nightmare; it is the sound you would imagine a banshee would make, if you had an exceptionally vivid imagination and an expertise with terrible sounds.

It sets absolutely every koopa troop member on edge, the older ones remember this sound, mostly the magikoopas. And the younger ones had heard similar ones from the koopalings. But nothing, no nothing, compares to this.

Bowser had opened his mouth and sang the song that ends the earth and from out of it poured despair and pain. ::

::Perhaps a cookie is in order::