My sister brought me to a friend's house. That was the first time I saw him. I was young, and he was 8-bit. He was tall, at least when he got the super mushroom. And those balls... such powerful fireballs. There was just something about him that made me want him. I had to have him for myself. And then I didn't see him for a few years. I didn't know where he went. Then one day, christmas to be exact, he showed up at my house. I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just played with him. We continued on like that for a few years. I would come home from school, and just sit down with him and mess around. It happened until one day, I was finished with him. We had gone all the way, and there was nothing left to do. I was ok with this. Our relationship had run its course. However, a short while later my mom had a confession to make. She had gone all the way with Mario, before I had. She said they did it while I was at school. I was enraged and furious and upset. I felt useless. Until I realized, "Fuck, its just a game... so what if she beat bowser before me?"