Dawn of the Fifth Day
The citizens of Lyrule mingle around their camp, salvaging whatever they could from the previous day's carnage. From an indeterminate distance, the goddesses watch.
”This has been a pretty disappointing Battle Royale," says Nayru.
”I know," agrees Farore. ”After all the hype and delay, I don't think it was worth waiting for."
Din looks up from her phone. ”Are you talking about Breath of the Wild?"
Nayru narrows her eyes. ”Surely you can split your attention, sister. That device of yours can't be that distracting."
Din shakes her head. ”Have you seen the guys on Tinder? Swoon!"
”You must be joking," scoffs Farore. ”You'll never hear back from any guy named Link."
Din furrows her eyebrows. ”Yeah, you're right." She casually tosses her phone away. ”What's going on with Lyrule?"
”It's a pretty sad state of affairs," says Nayru. ”While their numbers are dwindling, it hasn't been the competitive bloodbath we've expected."
”Well, let's change things up!" exclaims Din. ”Give them something to fight. Like, one of those boss creatures!"
”I don't think-" began Nayru.
”She has a point," interrupts Farore. ”Complacency and apathy have closed their icy hands around the throat of Lyrule's citizens, and rather than struggle for air, they're welcoming a deathly cold embrace."
Din and Nayru take a step back. ”That's... eloquently dark," stammers Nayru.
”Totally," nods Din.
”Don't act so surprised," scoffs Farore. ”I have my talents. Now, what boss should we use...?"
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The Lyruleans are preparing to depart their camp when the ground starts to shake. From the water nearby, large tentacles rise up, flailing wildly.
”Geez, what is it with Japanese games and tentacles?"
”Don't ask, just run!"
One of the tentacles sweeps through the camp, knocking people and tents everywhere. Ty4on ducks in time and the tentacle passes harmlessly over him, but it knocks his backpack off. As he watches, the backpack rips open in mid-air, spewing its contents out.
”My inventory!" Ty4on moans. He gets up and starts retrieving his masks.
”Ty4on! Leave it!" the other Lyruleans shout.
Ty4on turns back, a smile still on his face. ”I need my masks! I'll be okay!" he yells. Ducking another swinging tentacle, he picks up another mask.
Just one more, he thinks, looking around. His eyes land upon it, floating in the shallow water of the lake. Throwing caution to the wind, he runs towards it.
With a yell, Ty4on jumps into the water and closes his hand over the mask. He raises it above his head in triumph. I got it!
A tentacle reaches out and plucks him from the air. A grin still on his face, Ty4on is pulled underwater, never to be heard from again.