*ring* *ring* Ten rings and it goes to voicemail. *ring* *ring* It's probably one of your so called friend people. *ring* *ring* They can wait if you can. *ring* *ring* It's almost over. *ring* *ring* You pick it up without checking your caller ID (stupid). You awkwardly get the pleasantries out of the way. You know, the, "Hi howdya do's", and the "who the fuck'er yous", and so on. It (unsurprisingly) is Agatha (also unmarried). Agatha was your roommate in college, freshman year (and only freshman year). So much is that her main defining characteristic in your mind that you still have her listed as simply Roommate in your phone. You wonder if she was even invited, but you don't question it. She knows everything eventually somehow. She asks if you're still busy with your parents. You've got a minute or two. She apologizes (at least someone is) up and down and swears upper and downer that she didn't forget (lie) and wants to hand a gift off to you while it's still your birthday. It's 9:47. You yawn audibly. You realize (a little belatedly) barring that slice of cake you've finished half of you haven't had dinner. You're frowning. In thought. In thought. She finally asks when you'll be free to meet up. You decide to... [] Go get dinner alone. [] Go get dinner with her. [] Go to sleep.
You look at your phone(not dead) one last time before sending out a message to everyone who said they'd come. "Sorry for bailing on you guys. Something came up with my parents, I have to help them with something. Next time." That should be enough for now. People forget these things pretty quick. You look over at the cake (still untouched) and immediately think of just pitching it in the trash. It would be a bit cathartic, but you're a little more pragmatic than that. So you're not gonna get mad and throw that cake in the garbage. You're not gonna let it get to you. You're gonna do what you always do and ignore your problems. Yeah... okay it doesn't sound so good when you put it like that. Well, who says you can't have your cake and eat it too? Someone who thought you would have someone to share the cake with, that's who. But you have had a day. A day. You take a plate (not unneeded after all) and cut yourself a piece of the cake (not untouched after all). Before you start eating you start looking around for something to read. After a few minutes of fishing around for something to read you settle on a fairly new comic (not superhero related). As your turn through the pages and slowly work your way through that slice of cake your mind starts to wonder a bit. It's 9:30. You lose track of time easily. It's been like that as far back as you remember. You'd always leave places late and-- *ring* *ring* Still not dead. You frown at it and... [] Pick it up. [] Ignore it.
You are a 25 year old squeaky clean virgin who's never so much as held hands with a member of the opposite sex. Until recently you never gave it much thought, but it being your birthday and your parents' recent interest in your life, it's all become a little more real and present danger to you. You look across the table of your apartment from the birthday cake (bought by you) and the candles (placed by you) with the plates stacked next to it (unneeded) to your phone (silent) and sigh (heavily). You already knew your friends were going to flake out on you again. You realized it when they called a few hours ago saying they might be late because of.. you actually had stopped listening to their excuse. This is normal. This has been happening since they all paired off and got hitched. This is normal. You look from the birthday cake (untouched) and the candles (thankfully unlit) with the plates stacked next to it (just put them away already) to your phone (it might just be dead) and sigh (resignedly). This is normal. It's getting late. Well, you're going to be alone tonight. Again. Might as well... [] Have some cake. [] Put everything away and fire up your battle station. [] Put everything away and go outside. [] Put everything away and go to sleep.
That is beyond not obvious.
You did actually say, "Why would you want Melee HD?" in this very thread. So this feels wrong for that reason and smash for the turbo grafix has no chance of ever possibly working even a little like that as I'm sure you know.
I don't see the two as different. But fundamentally, the problem with what you're proposing is that it's not like smash fer is a strict upgrade over a game like 64 or melee, it's a very different game with almost none of the same appeal you're not going to get melee players who want the options, reversals, speed, and freestyle combos with it. You'd have to change the game at a physics level to even sort of get the same feel. There's a reason smash fer matches take longer even though they only use half as many stocks.
I would like to point out the smash 4 will probably end up that way too if it lasts long enough. It took over 7 years for people to realize characters Ganondorf and Donkey Kong weren't top tier. Also, Samus is as good as or better than Falcon.
Well, I hate being chain grabbed to oblivious as much as the next person but no, everything else you said.
plz no
You know, except wavedashing, ledge invincibility, ice climbers, and l-canceling.
I played Maki-rin at chess. Just once. I retired champion.
ever
Would you that?
Sometimes the point is to make people cringe.
But when's Mahvel?
