“Okay, I love playing Super Smash with you, but I'm too sucky,” I complained to my younger brother. He grinned at me when I admitted it.

“I know.” We were playing against each other on a custom stage- complete with springs, spikes, jail cells, and other completely random items. It was hilarious because we mostly died from falling through the cracks instead of killing each other.

“Can we play on a normal stage?”

“If you want.” He set the game up and we battled two random computers on level nine. As usual, he did most of the work, but I still enjoyed the game by throwing smart bombs and cooking people in my pot. Like usual, we won the game.

My favorite character is Kirby. My brother's changes spontaneously and often. It seems like I'm just getting used to it when he changes it yet again.

I was introduced to Super Smash when I first moved to America by my best friend. I played with her and her sister often and beat every character on level nine after attempting a good amount of times. But it was fun and that was all that really mattered.

On my brother's birthday, my best friend gave us the game Super Smash. We were all ecstatic and immediately began to play a game.

The best thing about the game is that you can play by yourself or with other people, which is always more fun. You can also challenge other people and you don't even have to be that good to play. You can still have fun and lose by screwing around. Screwing around is half the fun. There's also little features, story mode, and a million other things that I have yet to explore. But four years later, I still love Super Smash

“One more game?”

I thought on it. “Sure.”