qwerty4
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| 06 Jul 2017 11:22 PM |
It's as if Nintendo is using Mario as an analogy to the life of the indigent, and the struggles and challenges they go through in their quotidien life. Wealth begets wealth, and poverty begets poverty. Cycles, the world exists in cycles. Mario is a simple tradesman, a plumber who is forced to go through great lengths and jump to great heights in order to continue his meaningless existence. Every time he accomplishes anything, whether it's climbing through castles of lava or going to the ends of the very galaxy as we know it, his successes never last too long before the world is plunged back into the darkness that keeps him up at night. Even his vacations end up with him being falsely accused for a crime he didn't commit, and forced to serve penance during a time that was meant to be relaxing and enjoyable - it was supposed to be a break from the misery of his life. He saves this wretched princess time after time, and all he's ever gotten for his troubles is a peck on the cheek or a literal cake. Being an italian immigrant, he struggles with expressing himself and longs to share his true feelings for his "Princess." Unable to do so through speech, he must go to inordinate lengths to show his love, jumping and sliding and ya-hooing across kingdoms and worlds. Yet, Mario never gets the girl. The plumber and the princess are of a different ####### and the class divide is to great for this everyday man to overcome. His love isn't strong enough to overcome the millennia of societally ingrained class conflict that seeks to keep these two apart. Mario doesn't give a dang about 1-ups anymore. He realizes that none of it matters. There is no permanent game over for his tortured soul - he understands that every death is but a gateway to another forced life in which he must overcome difficult and repetitive tasks to no avail. Mario is trapped in a karmic cycle in which his only escape is through fulfilling his earthly (or mushroomly) duties in which his soul is repeatedly reincarnated again and again and again and... In short, lives don't matter. Nothing matters in Mario's meager and meaningless existence. Lost souls and lost 1-ups be damned in eternity. Lonely hearts are left to wander.
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Axoio
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ReaIz
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| 06 Jul 2017 11:25 PM |
WALUIGI NUMBER ONE
it's going down for reaiz, nananananana, nananananananana. R$246 |
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iPrankz
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| 06 Jul 2017 11:27 PM |
tl;dr It's as if Nintendo is using Mario as an analogy to the life of the indigent, and the struggles and challenges they go through in their quotidien life. Wealth begets wealth, and poverty begets poverty. Cycles, the world exists in cycles. Mario is a simple tradesman, a plumber who is forced to go through great lengths and jump to great heights in order to continue his meaningless existence. Every time he accomplishes anything, whether it's climbing through castles of lava or going to the ends of the very galaxy as we know it, his successes never last too long before the world is plunged back into the darkness that keeps him up at night. Even his vacations end up with him being falsely accused for a crime he didn't commit, and forced to serve penance during a time that was meant to be relaxing and enjoyable - it was supposed to be a break from the misery of his life. He saves this wretched princess time after time, and all he's ever gotten for his troubles is a peck on the cheek or a literal cake. Being an italian immigrant, he struggles with expressing himself and longs to share his true feelings for his "Princess." Unable to do so through speech, he must go to inordinate lengths to show his love, jumping and sliding and ya-hooing across kingdoms and worlds. Yet, Mario never gets the girl. The plumber and the princess are of a different ####### and the class divide is to great for this everyday man to overcome. His love isn't strong enough to overcome the millennia of societally ingrained class conflict that seeks to keep these two apart. Mario doesn't give a dang about 1-ups anymore. He realizes that none of it matters. There is no permanent game over for his tortured soul - he understands that every death is but a gateway to another forced life in which he must overcome difficult and repetitive tasks to no avail. Mario is trapped in a karmic cycle in which his only escape is through fulfilling his earthly (or mushroomly) duties in which his soul is repeatedly reincarnated again and again and again and... In short, lives don't matter. Nothing matters in Mario's meager and meaningless existence. Lost souls and lost 1-ups be damned in eternity. Lonely hearts are left to wander.
I'd recommend reading the original post, though. Really eye-opening. Its a really good read. 10/10 would read again.
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