Theory:Shigesato Itoi's Planning Meeting
A Memoir of My Bass Fishing Misadventures, Volume 2:
Chapter 37:Life is Not Just a Cereal. My Modern-Day Life.
"There's another one," I said, putting the finished copy of MOTHER2 onto a shelf. I was wearing an exhausted frown from all the hard work, but it was finally beginning to fade into a quirky smile. Recently married, I thought hard, reflecting on his recent past. It was almost time for my anniversary with my wife. I had been so busy with the game that I had not spent much time with her. I sighed, remembering my bass fishing adventures on Akahoshi Lake. It had been years since she turned down my proposal, but she still looked as beautiful as ever.
We were just kids then, but years later, Hottie Buns, now a very successful movie star, and Itoi, now a famous copywriter... We were meant for each-other. Finally getting married in 1993, we learned bit-by-bit together, through hardships and trials as one. I returned home with a bright grin on my face. Looking towards Hottie Buns once more, she grinned and looked towards me. "UERUKAMU HOOMU HAANII," she said. "How was work?" She dropped the hipster English charade for a moment. "MOTHER2 is finally finished," I declared. "Oh! So, now you will finally be with me?" she pleaded. Her unending toothy grin glittered brilliantly. But, I didn't hear it. I had a vision! I was so excited, I blurted out before even hearing her, "I've got such great ideas for the third game!" Her grin stayed, but it hid her true sadness. "That's great, honey."
"And then, the cowboy will hit Orii in the face with the stick! It'll be so shocking, the players won't know WHAT to expect!" Hottie Buns was speechless, but she nodded her head, pretending to be excited. She wanted to sit down with me and tell me her true feelings, but she knew that I was excited for it, and did not want to upset me. I became withdrawn, moving in and out of the planning building in Fourside. The 64DD prototype was coming along nicely. But, as you may know, the task proved too much for me. What you likely do not fully understand is _why_. One day, Hottie Buns came up to me, with a stern look behind her unending beauty. "Honey, I'm leaving you. You have become too immersed in game-making." And that was it. She was gone, once again.
In a desperate plea for her love once more, I created the Nintendo 64 version of Itoi Shigesato no Bass Tsuri No. 1, filled with cherished memories of our bass fishing adventures. Finally, I went into the MOTHER3 planning room in Fourside and announced to everyone... "MOTHER3 is cancelled. I am sorry for this, but we have had many problems with development." Hottie Buns came back. She realized MOTHER3 meant a lot to me, and that I chose her over my vision. "Honey..." I shushed her, and kissed her affectionately. "Do not leave me again." She nodded. "YUU ARE SUUPAA HASUBANDO, NANBA WAN!" And she grabbed my hand, my desperate plea worked.
We strolled off into the distance, the meeting room in Fourside abandoned. Eventually, I may go back to the project, but from now on, my family comes first. I want to be with my love for many years to come. I want to relive those cherished memories of my youth. I want to always be my Hottie Buns' "SUUPAA ANGURAA!"
A Memoir of My Bass Fishing Misadventures, Volume 2:
Chapter 37:Life is Not Just a Cereal. My Modern-Day Life.
"There's another one," I said, putting the finished copy of MOTHER2 onto a shelf. I was wearing an exhausted frown from all the hard work, but it was finally beginning to fade into a quirky smile. Recently married, I thought hard, reflecting on his recent past. It was almost time for my anniversary with my wife. I had been so busy with the game that I had not spent much time with her. I sighed, remembering my bass fishing adventures on Akahoshi Lake. It had been years since she turned down my proposal, but she still looked as beautiful as ever.
We were just kids then, but years later, Hottie Buns, now a very successful movie star, and Itoi, now a famous copywriter... We were meant for each-other. Finally getting married in 1993, we learned bit-by-bit together, through hardships and trials as one. I returned home with a bright grin on my face. Looking towards Hottie Buns once more, she grinned and looked towards me. "UERUKAMU HOOMU HAANII," she said. "How was work?" She dropped the hipster English charade for a moment. "MOTHER2 is finally finished," I declared. "Oh! So, now you will finally be with me?" she pleaded. Her unending toothy grin glittered brilliantly. But, I didn't hear it. I had a vision! I was so excited, I blurted out before even hearing her, "I've got such great ideas for the third game!" Her grin stayed, but it hid her true sadness. "That's great, honey."
"And then, the cowboy will hit Orii in the face with the stick! It'll be so shocking, the players won't know WHAT to expect!" Hottie Buns was speechless, but she nodded her head, pretending to be excited. She wanted to sit down with me and tell me her true feelings, but she knew that I was excited for it, and did not want to upset me. I became withdrawn, moving in and out of the planning building in Fourside. The 64DD prototype was coming along nicely. But, as you may know, the task proved too much for me. What you likely do not fully understand is _why_. One day, Hottie Buns came up to me, with a stern look behind her unending beauty. "Honey, I'm leaving you. You have become too immersed in game-making." And that was it. She was gone, once again.
In a desperate plea for her love once more, I created the Nintendo 64 version of Itoi Shigesato no Bass Tsuri No. 1, filled with cherished memories of our bass fishing adventures. Finally, I went into the MOTHER3 planning room in Fourside and announced to everyone... "MOTHER3 is cancelled. I am sorry for this, but we have had many problems with development." Hottie Buns came back. She realized MOTHER3 meant a lot to me, and that I chose her over my vision. "Honey..." I shushed her, and kissed her affectionately. "Do not leave me again." She nodded. "YUU ARE SUUPAA HASUBANDO, NANBA WAN!" And she grabbed my hand, my desperate plea worked.
We strolled off into the distance, the meeting room in Fourside abandoned. Eventually, I may go back to the project, but from now on, my family comes first. I want to be with my love for many years to come. I want to relive those cherished memories of my youth. I want to always be my Hottie Buns' "SUUPAA ANGURAA!"
