Call him a sell-out. Call him a suit. Call him too mainstream. It doesn’t change the fact that Mario was jumping and saving imperilled females before it was cool.
Ah yes, those young, hip fellows at the bar, sitting together exuding an aura of inapproachability. No one can get close enough to point out that all of their lofty achievements have been achieved before, and even if someone manages to slip past their defences they simply rewind time so the transgression never occurred.
This makes me glad to be the sort of gamer that will joyfully sit next to anyone at the video game bar and start chattering away. It’s not about who jumped first. It’s that they jumped at all.