here have this picture i made and forgot about until now
[Id: an edited photo of Seinfeld featuring Kramer, Jerry, and George anticipating the arrival of the mesomerican god of ice frost death and justice itztlacoliuhqui]
someday this picture will be on the tumblr radar with millions of notes. and then it will be so big to where it will destroy all of tumblr thats what i believe
Mario creepypasta fundamentally doesn’t work because you know what Mario would actually do if we saw some dimension-warping hundred-handed cosmic horror? He wouldn’t lose his mind; he’d take one look at that Shin Megami Tensei looking fucker, pull out his dorky little mushroom-shaped cell phone, hit the fourth number down on his contact list, and go “hey, Kirby, I think-a one-a your boys got lost”.
“Or he’d just fight it himself” no, he would not, for two reasons:
This represents a fundamental misunderstanding of Mario’s central plot structure. Mario always gets his ass beat in his initial encounter with an outside context problem, then spends the bulk of the game going around gathering allies and kicking the legs out from under the outside context problem’s support structure.
This sort of thing clearly falls into another protagonist’s idiom, and Mario is a union man – he’s not going to scab on Kirby. Perish the thought!
“I wouldn’t take-a the food from another video game mascot’s plate!”
