While most gamers are all too familiar with the Super Mario Bros., few remember the enigmatic Fantastic Steve Cousins. Accompanied by his cousin, Ralph, Fantastic Steve led players on a magical journey through the Sausage Fiefdom. When the Mario Bros. soared to fame a few years later, Fantastic Steve sued the plumber for stealing his act. Unfortunately, Fantastic Steve was found dead before the trial began, leading to further speculation on Mario’s involvement with La Cosa Nostra.
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Well, shit. We’ve got iPad fever. The thing may be the cure to everything that’s wrong with our lives, but we must remember our conflicted relationship with the iPhone. For one, it didn’t get us laid. Then, we lost our jobs because of DoodleJump. And third… wait, what’s this 40 minute long voicemail I just got from my dad?
The easter egg is a fake advertisement for Dedalus Rising, and shows an image of imaginary Dubliner and Joyce character Stephen Dedalus eating breakfast at the Martello Tower with a man who appears to be Buck Mulligan. A caption below reads, “History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.”
Here’s the insider skinny. Mario and Peach were karting down Rainbow Road late Saturday evening when an inebriated Peach confessed that Bowser, Mario’s rival, gave her warts after a performance on the Warp Whistle Tour.
According to James Bartwood, an assistant manager at the Gamestop scheduled to be adapted, said that Mr. Boll frequents the store as often as three times a week, oftentimes with a notepad where he jots down ideas and inspiration.
Twelve hours into a futile battle with Final Fantasy XII’s Yiazmat, Jimmy Hoshor took a restroom break. After he promptly relieved himself, midway through his triple lather-rinse-repeat handwashing ritual, the young man caught a glimpse of something in the mirror: himself.
“Games journalism is such a hard world for a man to break into. Look at, say, Leigh Alexander. What’s she ever done? I mean, obviously, she’s been like an editor at every major news source on the internet, and she’s been working for decades. But her blog? People just read that shit because she’s a girl.”
“i suppose i shuld be happy to even have a job,” he writes in one recent posting, “but i dont know how much moer of this i can take. im only hear to give experience and 2 pieces of silver. what about me? dont i deserve something more than this?”
“It’s time to look forward,” Gould said, “I cast aside my old name that alluded to a pill-popping, make believe ghost chasing, giant puzzle of life running type of man.”
Mr. Wittlebock, a political science major, claims that he had neither the time nor the energy to sit through a “bunch of talking,” adding that “these ammo boxes aren’t going to collect themselves.”
Mulgore, 9:33 GMT
Roggie and Siri Two-Moons sat on top of a hill and watched the clouds for two hours before realizing that they were actually plumes of smoke, and that an Alliance raid had destroyed Orgrimmar.