mario nintendo

a tired middle aged man walks through the sewers... a plump italian plumber...worn thin sick of everyday life...he is an everyday man... working his days away...no norm seems to ever break...nothing new to look forward to.. fixing pipes, tightening screws, fixing leaks....it gets old..really old... days become meaningless...living from paycheck to paycheck age is quickly coming...nothing ever changed the tired look of his face...it shows through very clearly... his arms get weak at the end of the day... he is like all men are......HE IS VULNERABLE....more and more fragile by the day but there is always meaning.....always a tiny bit of meaning in life..... a tiny bit that shines through everything he pops a giant mushroom.... ............. he who battles giant lizards the size of dinosaurs... jumps on top of bullets and travels lands never seen by any man... rides the backs of dinosaurs swallowing enemies.... stomps on owl's faces...epic battles he wins by himself or by the help of friends and family...luigi, princess peach,yoshi, toad... the one who destroyed donkey kong after climbing towers to rescue princess peach... he jumps mountains....travels worlds...travels galaxies...battles flying ships.. smashes turtles he has seen and done everything there is ever to be see and done... he throws fire from a flower...collects golden coins out of boxes... he fights and fights...with his two hands he has helped the world... fighting through the ghost houses through the swamps... through rainbows... through the stars and galaxies... through giant castles and caves...there is glory... he has destroyed the ultimate evil...King Kooper he has won gold medals through kart races... the world is in his hands...life has taken him to the extreme.... women adore him...children look up to him people prize him...HE IS MARIO, the greatest man who ever lived .............. days go by...it's 9:00 in the morning, another beginning of a cold, sick day of work the sewers get cold and lonely....there is no space to move... nobody looks up to a plumber...no one even really cares... work drags on....days come and go without sunshine... he pushes forward.....for what? pennies on the dollar nothing ever changes...he packs his lunch sleep, eat, work, repeat, sleep, eat, work day after day...he takes a deep breathe... looks at his watch, finally it's here... friday, it's 5:00 pm