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GBA Story: Part 2
Written By: Chris O'Neill
Fiction
I took the Gameboy SP in my small, beautiful hands, and proceeded to slide the switch to “ON” mode. I will never forget that wonderful sound it made the first time I turned it on. And that wonderful Nintendo logo splashed my screen in sheer delight. I blew out my candle, and I pulled my curtain shut tight. I wanted absolutely nothing to get in the way of my first Gameboy Advanced SP Blue Edition experience.
Suddenly, a small man appeared on-screen. Shortly after, the word “Mario” started flashing behind him. I assume this man is the man known as “Mario”. I had seen adverts showing him on television. The title of the screen slowly lowered itself in from the top of the screen.
“Super Mario… and the legend of the Stolen Gameboy Advanced SP, Blue Edition”?!
My hart sank… as I noticed a dead pixel in the lower left region of the screen.
“Beggars can’t be choosers,” I thought to myself, however, and I pressed the start button with my Feenge.
A vast landscape with clouds, bushes, and bricks appeared before my very eye. And there he was. The familiar “Mario” man I had grown to enjoy.
I pushed left on the left button. Mario himself dashed to the left. Dust between his silly brown shoes filled the air. Amazed by his speed, I quickly pushed right to test his turning abilities. I was not disappointed, as Mario changed direction in a matter of seconds. I learned the other button functions as I played…
‘B’ allowed Mario to dash at high speeds, similar to my own. ‘A’ allowed him to leap so high in the sky that I screamed in fear that, perhaps, maybe he wouldn’t come back down… Yet he always did, which engaged me in the game-world even further. I quickly grasped the concepts of jumping large gaps, avoiding enemies, and climbing a big, big flagpole at the end of each level.
I got to the fourth level without much problems. I looked into a nearby mirror and smiled at myself with one eyebrow raised and I said loudly, “Does this game think I am not good? I can handle anything it throws my way! Ahhh huhaaaaa! Auuhhh…”
Suddenly, a small man appeared on-screen. Shortly after, the word “Mario” started flashing behind him. I assume this man is the man known as “Mario”. I had seen adverts showing him on television. The title of the screen slowly lowered itself in from the top of the screen.
“Super Mario… and the legend of the Stolen Gameboy Advanced SP, Blue Edition”?!
My hart sank… as I noticed a dead pixel in the lower left region of the screen.
“Beggars can’t be choosers,” I thought to myself, however, and I pressed the start button with my Feenge.
A vast landscape with clouds, bushes, and bricks appeared before my very eye. And there he was. The familiar “Mario” man I had grown to enjoy.
I pushed left on the left button. Mario himself dashed to the left. Dust between his silly brown shoes filled the air. Amazed by his speed, I quickly pushed right to test his turning abilities. I was not disappointed, as Mario changed direction in a matter of seconds. I learned the other button functions as I played…
‘B’ allowed Mario to dash at high speeds, similar to my own. ‘A’ allowed him to leap so high in the sky that I screamed in fear that, perhaps, maybe he wouldn’t come back down… Yet he always did, which engaged me in the game-world even further. I quickly grasped the concepts of jumping large gaps, avoiding enemies, and climbing a big, big flagpole at the end of each level.
I got to the fourth level without much problems. I looked into a nearby mirror and smiled at myself with one eyebrow raised and I said loudly, “Does this game think I am not good? I can handle anything it throws my way! Ahhh huhaaaaa! Auuhhh…”