Okay, there has been a lot of discussion over the past two weeks regarding the surprise – but inevitable – announcement of Super Smash Bros. for the Nintendo Switch. Many have wondered if this new installment is just that, a new game or a Wii U/3DS enhanced port. Read on as to why this is most certainly a new game, what I’d like for game modes, and who WILL (and will NEVER) be a part of the newest roster of Super Smash Bros. Switch.
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My love for video games had been waning over the past few months. All I wanted to play was Smash Bros., but no matter what, I wasn’t feeling like playing the overall medium as much. I tried; actively, to reinvigorate this past time but in the end, I was searching for a more creative channel. My writing itch had returned with a vengeance, and I was looking for an outlet. I had actually considered co-hosting a weekly video game show with Kyle on YouTube to marry the two elements of my life, but that never came into existence.
Regardless, that didn’t stop me from finding some way to articulate and further improve my written voice. The first thing that came to mind was to at least come into more money to free up more of my creative hours (an easy feat, no doubt). If I could get rid of that dreadful hospital job, then I would be set to properly foster my writing.
This particular apartment was filled with many unsavory moments but also featured some of the best in entertainment; from the first time I watched Tenacious D in the Pick of Destiny or the original Indiana Jones trilogy or finally giving football a chance. But nothing was more epic in terms of amusing memories than the long-awaited release of Super Smash Bros. Brawl.
Our friend, Mike (who worked with us at EMMC and lived next door) would constantly come over and play Melee in anticipation of the newest game in the series. We had become fast friends, and he was one of the biggest reasons why I began to enjoy football.
My Smash Bros. fervor reached a point where I had mapped out the route to the mall to reach Gamestop in the fastest time possible during the game’s midnight release. Luckily, most of that planning had already been completed due to my mad dash for a Wii preorder.
One year. It’s been one year since I moved out west. Okay, so truth be told, I moved into my first apartment on November 8th but I’d rather not be linked to that day for obvious reasons. No, November 6th was the first day I laid my head down in California.
I’d beaten the dead horse ad-nauseam in regards to my unhappiness living in Maine (and after… AND AFTER) but it was on this day last year that I finally began my new life propelled by positivity.
It appears that late October/ early November is a time of great change for me. Four years ago, I was shooting The Tale of the Three Brothers and simultaneously realizing that my marriage was over. Two years ago, I quit my longtime job at EMMC and began at Verizon. And last year, I moved across the country in pursuit of my future.
No, my life was consumed by something far more powerful: the desire to play video games. My gaming habits had diminished since the Gamecube had run its course and I found myself playing fewer video games. But as we all know, Kyle and I played so much Smash Bros. that my Hype Train began a-chuggin’.
The whole “nearly dying” thing really awoke me from my slumber. I had been too content in enjoying my life, so much so that I almost forgot to fear my myriad near run-ins with the Grim Reaper! The good news was that this “anxiety attack” was an error; I wasn’t really dying and so, I was able to mentally separate that event from a real flight-or-fight worthy response. My senses had been restored and I could now resume my normal life.
Oh, that’s right, I still had to work at MBNA making calls dutifully but never pushing people past their point of rational thought. I carefully laid out the terms of the credit card I was selling at the time and never lied to the customers (like I had heard some other people doing). It kept my conscience – and the money I earned there – clean.
I sat in my hospital bed in Room 864 (the new gold standard), watching the IV drip poison into my chest. The machine gears sounded off with grunts and cracks. Unfortunately, that meant it was working as designed.
