Charmander's diary

Monday, April 28th - Dear diary,

Something terrible happened today. I was talking to that Pidgey from down the street that I fancy and something absolutely tragic happened.

I was just saying how lovely her tail was when I coughed quite viciously. Unfortunately, the cough was so violent that I unleashed a powerful Ember attack in her direction.

As if this wasn't bad enough, the cough was SUPER EFFECTIVE and caused her to explode in a ball of flames. She started screaming: "Pidgey, Pidgeeeey, PIIIIIIDGEEEEEEY" and flapping her wings in traumatised agony. After several minutes of writhing in ultimate pain, she eventually fainted with one final anguished scream.

It was a terrible day and I'm sure those squeals will haunt me until the day that I Evolve. My love of Pidgeys is ultimately doomed.

You're fat AND stupid...

... no, not you Scott but the general Nintendo buying public in general. Well, at least that's what it seems like with Nintendo's recent affront on the 'mainstream' gamers, courtesy of Wii Fit.

It's not good enough that we've already had a couple of years of Nintendo telling us that we're no cleverer than your average spit-dribbling council estate plebs - with the Brain Training series - now we're a bunch of fatties too.

This has just been hammered home after watching a new TV ad for Wii Fit, in which a whole family basically guffaw in absolute joy as they discover their whiter-than-white dad is not only overweight, according to his BMI, he's also got the body of a 58-year-old. The dad meanwhile, looks suitably horrified - like Dr. Kawashima's just popped on screen and told him he's a paedophile... of course, that conclusion can only be drawn after the dad has played the upcoming Fiddler Training on the Perv Station 720. It takes the phrase 'touch screen' to a whole new level.

Anyway, the point of all this late-night niggling is that it struck me that only Nintendo could get away with calling its fans fat and thick, without a great deal of fuss. It all just seems like the final nail in the coffin for those long-term Nintendo die hards that stuck with the company through the difficult N64 years and instead of a hearty pat on the back and a kind 'thank you' from Iwata, he's quite literally telling us to 'jog on'.