• 19Nov 12

  Time for a Mario Bros 2?

  With the recent release of the New Super Mario Bros. for Wii U, it is hard not to notice the mixed feelings from Mario fans. Some love the game, some don't, some just down right hate how it is like so many other Marios before it. I personally have not had a chance to play it my self, but, I am sure I will enjoy it for what it is. Mario games are very much for the younger generation at this point. Not so much tailored to appease the demands of the maturing generations that have already played many Mario Games. To them, Mario is failing to evolve, but for the current 7 year old boys and girls, this game is a fantastic journey. Is that not what Mario is about? Having fun, letting younger kids play games that don't involve blood and gore?

  Why is the generation I am involved with, and the one before mine, so hurt about the lack of evolving for Mario? Though, that is not what I am trying to get at with this post. What I wanted to say, is, perhaps it is time for another mistake. When people remember Super Mario Bros. 2 for the original Nintendo system, they remember something so drastically different from the original Mario Bros. Game. It delt with strange new ways to jump, picking up enemies, plants, finding secret doors, and the random out taking of Bowser all together. Peach was not even kidnapped, she was a choosable character, (a pretty bad ass one if you ask me, as well.) Why did people dis like it at the time? It was too different, too soon. While Japan had what we call now, The Lost Levels, we got Mario Bros. 2. (Possible spoilers)

  This game not only changed the game play, but it made Mario's new adventure into a dream....literally. You would beat the game, and be treated to a picture of Mario sleeping. Now, this was later fixed with Mario Brothers 3, which in my opinion is the best mario game of all time. Even better than Mario World for Super Nintendo. I got thinking though. Is it time for something so drastically different from Mario? Can gamers of this generation, and the generations past, enjoy a new twist on something that has not been tampered with? I'm not talking about making a Mario game in a 3D playing field like Galaxy. I'm talking about doing away with Bowser, the goombas, everything that is familiar. Maybe even make Bowser a playable character like they did with Toad, and Peach in Mario 2.

  Introduce new villians. Someone that Bowser does not even like. Keep it kid friendly still, and possibly even have the last world be a twist where Bowser kidnaps Peach anyway and the last 5 levels is about tracking him down. If there was 8 worlds, I would love for 7 of them to be about a new villian. I want to be able to pick up enemies again and throw them around as Bowser. Maybe that would be his special ability? Heck, how about we forget Mario all together and make the game ABOUT Bowser.

  Super Bowser Bros, staring Bowser and his Kids. A twist story line where Peach is missing, a new Villian is taking over, and Bowser just stands his ground by believing that only HE is the original Boss of Mario, and only he can steal the princess. Admitting that stealing her, and Mario getting her back, was what makes him get up in the morning! Now if you excuse me, I'm going to make a time machine and go to a time where this game happens....

  • Posted Nov 19, 2012 8:05 am GMT
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• 21May 12

  The Human Condition.

  This doesn't have anything to do with gaming, or movies, or frankly even books. This is what came to mind this morning, when the birds were singing and the sun was being a jerk like it did every morning past. It shined it's rays of light into my eyes as they were just adjusting, to the difference in my room. I went to go check my phone for texts like I'm sure any person does these days in the age of communication. I noticed I had one, and it was from my EX. She was going on about how I no longer needed her, because she saw a picture of me at a party with two other women. It came to my attention at that specific moment in time, that I realized I was doing something completely different than what nature indended me to do.

  I was lugging my ex around, as a remnant of the past. We had been broken up for years, but we never went seperate ways. We never did anything more than friends. Occasionally hanging out, playing games, so on. Though it finally sunk in, which is actually quite embarrasing for being a man of my age, that if I didn't cut her away from my self, I would never heal. So as I was reading the angry text message, an inner happiness grew inside of me. It brough a smile to my face when surely it was more suited to bring anger to it. The anger field message was filling me with a spark, like ammunition for a machine gun. I use to go by a motto in high school that if you over stepped your boundary, I would cut you lose from me. Like a samurai cutting off an infected limb. I was ruthless, unkind, but yet I had so many friends. Reading that message seemed to bring that spark of memory back for a split second. I had flash backs of these past few years, of how weak I was.

  Like a pheonix, I stood from the ashes, and like a samurai, I drew the familiar blade that delt with so many others. I said I was sorry, not to anyone, but perhaps my self. Sorry for being too slow, and too weak to get my dreams under my belt. So when that "blade" was drawn fully to the air, I felt my old armour breaking off and swimming away in the wind. I was reborn, and I wasn't a samurai, or a pheonix, but just a normal man with something he had to do. That was ok though, it seemed like a pretty ok trade. Give my self away to an old ambition, for promise of a future with nothing holding me down like iron shackles for a dead man.

  I thought about it for all of five seconds, before I cut those bonds away. I could see the memories of past events leaking into nothingness like a cut of a finger in water. I don't know if I cried, but I know I hit the ground with my knees as if I weighed that of a building, but i know if I did cry, it was probably tears of joy. It looked beautiful, the memories fading away like snow flakes reflecting moon light. It was done, it was over. Get to your feet I said to my self. It seemed as if I was under 300 times the earth's gravity as I forced my self to stand, knowing if I did, I would be a new man. It wasworthit. Even if all my bones were broken by the time I was done. I wasn't going to be a prisoner anymore, and eventually I stood tall once again.

  When the struggle in my mind was done, I opened my eyes, and it was like I had a voice that said, "Welcome back"

  • Posted May 21, 2012 7:35 am GMT
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• 3Apr 12

  Mass effect 3 better endings?

  Haha..just about how I would expect from a group of genius artist dudes...ses...

  • Posted Apr 3, 2012 7:31 pm GMT
  • Category: Humor
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