I've decided to try something different. Instead of the usual comedy shorts, I'm starting a little series about the burdens and sorrows that the Smashers carry with them. Each chapter will focus on one character, musing about their particular problems with themselves and relating to other Smashers.
Olimar
They say I have a practically unlimited number of comrades to pluck from the ground. Every time one dies, another can quickly be pulled up to take its place. But what everyone doesn't know is that I don't have an unlimited amount of tolerance to the guilt and grief I feel for putting the Pikmin through such danger. It pains me deeply to watch the little creatures cry out in terror, their screams ringing in my ears, before vanishing into nothing. Hundreds of innocent lives lost, and all for what, a silly little tournament? All I can ask is, why? Why must these simple beings go through such turmoil and bloodshed just for the sake of entertainment? There are many questions about life that I'd like to have answered, but none more so then this.