Then that’s when I realized: Mr. Game and Watch is the most fucking terrifying character in Super Smash Bros. He has no face, with no discernible emotions. There’s no way of telling if he regrets killing you at 10% with a 9 hammer, but you get the feeling that he doesn’t. Print out a piece of paper and try and draw eyes on Mr. Game and Watch. Nothing looks right. Instead of a voice, Mr. Game and Watch lets loose this fucking cacophonous racket, that can only be described as the sounds a dial up modem would make if it was sentient and condemned to exist in the dimension of eternal peril. Where does he keep the fucking turtle or his fucking hammers? Is he some sort of interdimensional being that exists in higher dimensions but operates in two? Or does he morph the shape of his body to produce these weapons? Where the fuck does he go when he spot dodges? Fuck he’s terrifying. He could kill you whenever he wants with his Judge hammer, you know. But he limits himself with a random number generator to make it more fun. Sick bastard. All I know is whenever I hear that fucking beeping, I’m done. GG.