I write this last words to reflect my existence. For someone to do something against this evil evil being who is called The Hand.

It's hard to explain my existence, especially since the beginning of it, because suddenly appeared. Do not ask me how, but appeared. The first time I opened my eyes they hurt. It was great light that dazzles me, light that sooner au later I would get used to. I could not move. His feet were glued to a platform. I myself was stuck against a background invisible, as if it were in two dimensions. It was sheer torture, I had a terrible fear, but had not yet begun the worst because, suddenly, she appeared ...

Hand. There are no words to describe such a being. Nothing has changed since the first time I saw her, I still continue freezing . She governs the fate of everything. She can read minds, wewe can read the soul. She is, as I discovered later, powerful, giver of pain and happiness.

When I discovered that she ignored me, I sighed with relief. Wrong. Suddenly, I felt like my body was stretched as I tore my eyes to replace them kwa others, as I even changed sex repeatedly, so much that it hurt. I introduced different types of hair, I changed the color of my clothes (although I must admit that I put pink was the most pretty) ... and finally, Hand began to press a strange symbols, and I thought it was all over ... when suddenly the symbols that she had marked me is burned into the back. I had a name, but all I felt was that it was a toy in his hands.

At the end of that particular torture session, Hand whisk me out of that place in dark blue, and I fainted.

When I awoke, she was gone, but instead numerous beings appeared around me.Short, tall, yellow, pink ... all were, at first sight different, but basically the same. These beings were like me. Miis. For the first time since I remember, I felt safe.

When I awoke, I was approached kwa a Mii with a mustache and look of deep anti-Semitic. In its wake, other Miis prostrated themselves before him with great fear and respect. I imitated them, but took the opportunity to look at the Mii sideways. It was a Mii like any other, perhaps zaidi detailed than others, but especially differed because he carried a bronze crown which, easily, one could read the word "favorite."

'I'm the boss here alisema the Mii-The name wewe gave me a hand is' I', but wewe just call me Favorite.

Yes, sir, I replied shakily Favorite.

- Do wewe know that does this bronze crown? - alisema shown it again and again. 'Well, this proves that I am the leader here, and wewe must obey.

That said, inayopendelewa left. Later some of the Miis told me that he was the favorite, which always was chosen to see the outside, a place no one else had seen, as they had never gone out of that prison called the Mii Channel.

And so time went steady, unchanged. Occasionally, she clung to inayopendelewa and took him to a place full of adventure, au so I imagined. Meanwhile, the rest of the Miis we watched , which occasionally required us to line up and grab some and shaking him. Sometimes, even, she chose a Mii and took him, but we all knew that was not the same site as a Favorite, and the Mii never came back. We tried not to talk about it, pretend it never happened,

Occasionally new Miis arrived, but despite that, nothing changed for a long time and I thought I would bre like this forever ... naive of me.


Everything happened at once. I found myself talking to one of the Miis when suddenly she came out of nowhere and pounced on me. I could not avoid it, and I seized it with her powerful fingers. I begged for help, but the rest of the Miis did not even look my way. When Hand took me out of the Mii Channel, I already thought I was lost. I thought was about to follow the same path as the rest of the Miis missing, perish in oblivion forever ... when I appeared in the middle of a tennis court.

- What is this? - I asked suspiciously. Suddenly, there a racket in my hands, and a ball at high speed toward me. It was launched kwa another Mii, one that I had never seen. In her eyes I saw the will to win.

-Hey, give him the ball! - Shouted a Mii who shared the field with me. With all my strength, I gave the ball, causing flames shot out around her. From there, I got carried away kwa the frenzied sport of tennis. After a while, out of the blue appeared a great baseball field. And I had no legs! However, in the air, hitting a grand champion, marked nyumbani Runs and I was happy. I thought this must be paradise, a paradise where they acquire skills for any sport, and where sometimes wewe snatch legs.

Finally, I appeared in a boxing ring. After the victories , I sensed that this would be easy ... inayopendelewa appeared before me. It was my opponent! Why? that paradise was mine. Such was the anger I felt for this intrusion, which in a few punches knock out Favorite. I felt incredible, this was a wonderful place, where I was unbeatable and I didnt have to worry about anything, not even her. Sadly, shortly after thinking about it, Hand returned to grab me and Favorite, and took us back to the Mii Channel. I was stunned kwa the events, but above all was happy. He had seen heaven, and lived to tell.

Upon arrival, all the Miis around me, chanting my name, 'Praise the one who came back from death, I rose in the air, but I could not stop thinking about this paradise that I had been taken away from so suddenly. Suddenly, the praise stopped and He stood in front of me, Favorite.

I do not know how wewe got to Wii Sports, but wewe will pay for the loss wewe made me suffer, said, threw a fist at me with the clear purpose to hurt me, when suddenly she grabbed me again. I began to appreciate the Hand, that being that I had breathed life, even though it was very painful and I had been a paradise. But the good feelings that powerful body disappeared when I discovered that I was in the room of torture. Did little cries and cries and supplications, and that as soon as I touched the platform, I became a prisoner of that place. I comforted me thinking it would do much damage, but I was wrong. Hand grabbed a bronze crown in which read "favorite" exactly like the one with the Mii that had fallen in the ring, favorite, and slammed me, making me feel the most pain I've felt in my life. The bronze Crown tore my flesh.

When I awoke, I found myself face to face with Favorite. He Lost the smile that he wore on his face. He alisema bitterly:

-Now you're Mr. Favorite. Enjoy what wewe have, because soon, someone will snatch it, like you've done with me. And hopefully soon.

At the end of the sentence, she grabbed the old inayopendelewa and took it in a twinkling. We did not know anything else.

When he disappeared, I became the new favorite. I must admit that my routine was fantastic. I spent the siku playing baseball, tennis, golf ... sometimes lost, but the most of games I won, and that made me feel happy. When I went to the Mii Channel, people treated me with great respect, and I began to despise those Miis they had not seen the truth, and who were confined in the Mii Channel. I could not be kind to creatures so low who had not suffered the torments before I receivied the Bronze Crown.

A siku like any other, she came to pick me up and took me away. I assumed that I would appear in the bowling alley, a long time since that did happen ... I noticed with great surprise, I was inside a kart, surrounded kwa Miis especially rare: a princess, a species of dinosaur, a plumber in green ... only recognized one of them was the Mii with whom I spoke just before being taken kwa hand to heaven, Wii Sports. On its face, I knew it was the first time he left the Mii Channel. I should have cheered for him for having the good fortune to meet the outside world, but all I felt was pure jealousy, jealousy of someone who feels robbed of paradise.

As the race began, the disaster happened one after another. I was beaten kwa turtles, hit kwa a bullet, lava ... when I got to get to the finish I heard it, I was the 12 th, while the other Mii had been the champion of the competition. After learning this, all I could do was mourn, mourn inconsolably, until I fell asleep over the wheel of my kart.

When I woke up, I saw him carrying Mii now a bronze crown.

When she came for me, I knew that was not to see any paradise. Followed the same path as the awali favorite, and never go back to the Mii Channel. I knew that sooner au later the New inayopendelewa will follow my path, and the inayofuata and the inayofuata ... Miis life is like a mountain climbers, wewe reach the top, and finally wewe see someone die.

I write this, as I speak to my end, as last words, to record my existence. For someone to do something against this evil evil being who is called The Hand.