
When he finally gave me the controller, I didn't even know how to hold it. My cousin showed me, and I felt I was ready. With great disappointment as fast as I started the game I died from my first Goomba.
Something happened to me that day that could only be explained as life changing!
A fire boiled in my stomach, and I became angry. Angry at the game because I fail. I had 2 choices, either give up this stupid game thing that wasn't cooler then transformer toys, or pick up that controller and destroy that Goomba, and every Goomba after that!
Later on the list to follow as my victims by controller:
- King Koopa
- Ganondorf
- All of Dr. Wily Robots
- Gyaba
This is my origin story, and I want to thank Satoru Iwata. Thank you for giving us our Origin Story as a gamer.

Hey Kevin,
ReplyDeleteFunny story and very similar to my life. I grew up playing the same game but was never really that great at it. Im sure you know haw frustrating that can be but mama didn't raise no quitter. It doesn't matter what the topic is I will not stop until I win. Besides where the in giving up.
This is dope! Nintendo was too crucial when I was a kid. But, I could never beat any of the games on my own either. Especially that first Ninja Turtles game that no one could beat. I wish they would put the classic games on the current Wii. Not the remix version either, son. Full games.
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