Mario Kart Wii - May 31 08 A

For this set, I decided to try out the Sprinter, also known as the B Dasher Mk II in the European and Australian versions of the game. It was a bit difficult to figure out how I was supposed to use it, but I think I got the hang of it: It plays like a heavyweight kart, with very slow acceleration but a high top speed. Once the momentum gets going, it's hard to stop, but if it stops, it's hard to build up again. Needless to say, the harsh racing environment means the Sprinter has a hard time. If it falls behind, it falls behind heavily and must find a way to catch back up. An ability to avoid obstacles is a must. Race #1 Coconut Mall Here's an example of me getting beaten into the ground by items. It happens towards the end of the first lap: Thunderbolt, then Red Shell, then Bullet Bill. It's a pretty mild one, but it's enough to permanently take away my lead, since it caused me to tense up and make mistakes. The Sprinter isn't a kart well-suited for incidents like these... Race #2 DS Desert Hills I just wanted to show this race to point out that one of the players here has adopted the Mii of Killua (キルア), the child assassin from the anime/manga Hunter×Hunter. Here in the Western world, that series is sometimes called "the best manga nobody read," and while the player was obviously Japanese, it was pretty interesting to see another HxH fan playing Mario Kart Wii. (How is it that Yoshihiro Togashi could make such an American success with Yu Yu Hakusho and witness a complete flop with his next major series?) Of course, if that's really Killua, then Mario Kart Wii should be a cinch compared to the Greed Island video game he had to beat. That game's a real killer, literally. Race #3 Grumble Volcano We haven't had much Grumble Volcano in a while, so here you go! This marked the end of a very long series of races on GBA Shy Guy Beach. I've kept in the course selection stuff for you just to show you how bad it became. There were literally ten races at GBA Shy Guy Beach in a row--if there was going to be one more, I'd leave that room and find people with more diverse tastes. Why do people do this? How can people put up with this sort of repetitiveness? I'll bet that Polly was sick and tired of it too. Those two must have seriously tested his patience.