Smack Bros.

That’s what my lovely fiancé called Smash Bros. Brawl last night. She’s down though; she’s with it. She was being funny, and it made me laugh. One of the easiest ways to get me loling is to act like an ignorant mom (or dad, I guess… but moms are funnier) when it comes to video games and say the names incorrectly, as in:

“Quit playing the Marios and come to dinner!!”

“I’ve been trying to find a Super Imtendo for my kids.”

“Let your brother play Smack Brothers!”

“Do you have any Wii games?” (referring solely to the console)

Anyway, Smash Bros. is a blast to play, duh! I’m making a serious push to get my pals in on this game, as one of my main problems with previous Smash games was that I had no friends with whom to play. Fighting the computer is only interesting for so long.

After Paul Zander frowned a bit and called the game “horrible,” he came into his own using Pit, and I think he may be excited for more. Zombie Dreamer himself became a performance artist as he entertained me and Zander using Wario, one of the tougher characters to use. “The longer you wait, the bigger your fart will be,” I said, teaching him the ins and outs of Wario’s skills. “When you get the smash ball, you turn into Super Wario and all your powers are stronger,” I instructed, as Zombie Dreamer comically launched himself off the map in Wario’s motorcycle.

I haven’t been able to get Wi-fi matches to work, which I attribute to Nintendo’s horrible online service. So I’ll be hoping for more friends to come over to enjoy this great game. Please come over and play with me. I have donuts and homemade milks and juices.