Just finished Mario Odyssey. Yes, it took me a long time. It was a challenge finding the time to play between work, planning a move to a new state next month, and caring for a terror straight out of hell commonly referred to as my son. Also, I’m just not that good in gaming anymore. Adulting sucks. If you haven’t finished playing and don’t want spoilers, then you know the drill: Quit reading this. I don’t know the last time I actually finished the storyline in a game (maybe Jet Force Gemini back in 1999?), but with Mario Odyssey I made it a goal to complete this platform, action-adventure style game since I legit have never finished a Mario game in my 31 years of life. Never. So here I am, finally completed a lifetime goal and I’m torn. First and foremost, MO is an amazing experience. This is a completionist gamer’s dream. I thought I scoured each zone for moons and found most of them, but realized I am nowhere close to collecting all the moons hidden throughout
I never asked for you to wait for me, but I never thought you'd leave so soon I'm sitting at my desk drinking a lukewarm cup of coffee and my is it bitter. Seriously bitter. I do enjoy my coffee black, but when I cringe with every sip, I realize that it is not enjoyable as the previous cup, but it is my fault that it got this way. Hell I lied. It's not even lukewarm. It's cold. I recall watching the coffee being made. Piping hot, full of warmth. A comfort I was excited to wake up to. And the coffee cup. Oh the cup and it's beautiful design. It may seem simplistic to others, but I see something much more when I look at the cup, knowing exactly what it holds inside. The way the handle is placed urges me to hold it closely as I wrap both my hands around the entire cup and bring it closely to my face feeling the heat and the energy from the steam as I slowly close my eyes and inhale the moment. Bliss. Pure bliss. Then I set the cup down. I let the cup sit th