Oh Mario Kart 8, I knew you were luring me into a trap, and I walked right on in. Nay, I skipped on in.
I was working my way through the game getting golden trophies and three star ratings, all the while luring myself into a false sense of security. Then I hit the 150cc class and the steel jaws snapped shut on my leg. I get through the first two laps in first place and often come within site of the goal, then the teeming mass of racers and weapons behind me unload in a cascade of magical animal bits, fruit, and tomfoolery.
I never check the rear view, because I’m pretty sure there’s just a giant ball of cartoony hate back there. That and I’d probably run of the road.
