The Latest Screenshot From Super Smash Bros. Wii U Raises Questions

The Latest Screenshot From Super Smash Bros. Wii U Raises Questions

The latest screenshot from Super Smash Bros. Wii U, shared by Masahiro Sakurai, raises a few questions. Compared to the other female characters, shouldn’t Samus be much taller and more robust? And what on earth is Peach doing at the end of the line?

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  • Given that Olimar is apparently only a few inches tall and Bowser is around Mario’s height (Mario Kart) or multiple times larger (Super Mario 64) I’d GUESS that scale is not a thing that is important in this series.

    • Clearly Peach is trying to dack the Wii Fit trainer… and the Wii Fit Trainer is trying to ghost Samus… and Samus is just trying to look badass…

  • Looking at the picture Samus is actually taller she has her knees bent so is not actually standing up right

    • Just kinda looking at Samus’s waist. Damn those are some long legs. Out of proportion to the rest of her body? Hard to tell with the suit.

    • Even still, she is meant to be around 1.9m tall.

      Though I guess if the characters were all to scale, there’d be people complaining about the unfair hitboxes

      • Yep. If she was taller they would have to increase her health or power to compensate for her getting hit easily.

  • To be, or not to be, that is the question:
    Whether ’tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
    The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
    Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
    And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep
    No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
    The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks
    That Flesh is heir to? ‘Tis a consummation
    Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep,
    To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there’s the rub,
    For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,
    When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
    Must give us pause. There’s the respect
    That makes Calamity of so long life:
    For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time,
    The Oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s Contumely,
    The pangs of despised Love, the Law’s delay,
    The insolence of Office, and the Spurns
    That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
    When he himself might his Quietus make
    With a bare Bodkin? Who would Fardels bear,
    To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
    But that the dread of something after death,
    The undiscovered Country, from whose bourn
    No Traveller returns, Puzzles the will,
    And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
    Than fly to others that we know not of.
    Thus Conscience does make Cowards of us all,
    And thus the Native hue of Resolution
    Is sicklied o’er, with the pale cast of Thought,
    And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
    With this regard their Currents turn awry,
    And lose the name of Action. Soft you now,
    The fair Ophelia? Nymph, in thy Orisons
    Be all my sins remembered….

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