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.

    The Wii Fit trainer's pants tag is poking out and Peach is tucking it back in, duh.

      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.

    if samus was standing up promptly with her legs unbent then she'd be much taller.

    The only question is why are there any questions at all.

    Uh Samus has her feet spread and legs bent?

      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.

    Samus' suit is also based on the sleeker version that was in Other M.

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