A typical Tuesday afternoon: I've just walked home and I'm laying on my couch playing Mario Kart. I'm comfortably cruising at first place, just about to cross the finish line. Suddenly, I hear a familiar noise whirring toward me, and a fearful icon appears at the bottom of my screen. A blue shell! It hurtles toward me, and I pray for just a bit of speed so that I can cross the finish line in time. Unfortunately, I'm sent spinning just a centimeter too soon.
As my rank number drops from first to fourth in the game, I'm filled with only one emotion for this despicable blue shell: hate. If this item just ceased to exist, everything would be so, so much better.
