Franchise Revival
“Reggie, about that last surprise…”
“Well, Geoff… Samus is back! In Metroid: Other Mistress, she goes looking for a Chozo artifact capable of turning the Space Pirates into mindless servants. Adam also makes a return and, this time, he’s the one needing to ask permissions. What do you think?”
“Shut up and take my money!”
Video games make a return today because E3 is right around the corner. I’m looking forward to checking out some of the conferences next week and, hopefully, be surprised by some unexpected announcements. I don’t play as much as I used to in the past, but I still enjoy unwinding with some software escapades.
I chose another Nintendo franchise to twist this time around, namely Metroid. I enjoy the series, having played most of the titles in one way or another. I skipped the last installment on 3DS because of its multiplayer component but I had a blast with the Wii’s original title even though it became sort of a black sheep among gamers after its release.
If you don’t know what I’m talking about, look for Metroid: Other M. It was an action-heavy game with quite the melodramatic story attached to it. Series protagonist Samus Aran, a badass bounty hunter, is given a more fleshed backstory and, according to many, goes from being a superwoman to a passive, obedient one. The fact that she acts so submissively around his former Commander Adam Malkovich didn’t sit well with the Internet in general at the time and, on many levels, it still doesn’t. I don’t have that kind of problem with the game as a whole, but I write about dominant women so you already know I was going to subvert this. I did it using them as reference.
Recognize them? On the left, you have Reggie Fils-Aimé, current President of Nintendo of America and on the right, you have Geoff Keighley, former host of GameTrailers TV and the extinct G4tv.com. He interviewed Reggie on many occasions, many of which spawned memes galore and other fun stuff. Some secrets were also revealed in them. As such, I decided to write my own. I hope you liked it.
Linguagem Nova, o Mesmo Resultado de Sempre
“Isto está em Português,” disse Adrian.
“Eu sei,” respondeu Joana.
“Mas eu não entendo Português.”
“Eu sei.”
“Estás a tentar confundir-me?”
“Talvez… está a resultar?”
“Acho que sim. Está-me a começar a doer a cabeça.”
“É bom saber.”
“Porquê?”
“Assim, é mais fácil controlar-te.”
“A sério?”
“Podes crer. Dorme!”
Hipnose é hipnose, independentemente da língua.
Hmmm… what do we have here? Are you confused by now? Most likely, huh? Well, don’t be. Today is June 10th, Portugal Day (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Portugal_Day) so why not write one of these in such a beautiful language which is my own, anyway? Don’t worry, the English version is below.
New Language, Same Old Result
“This is in Portuguese,” Adrian said.
“I know,” Joana responded.
“But I don’t understand Portuguese.”
“I know.”
“Are you trying to confuse me?”
“Maybe… is it working?”
“I think so. My head’s starting to hurt.”
“Good to know.”
“Why?”
“Easier to control you this way.”
“Really?”
“You bet. Sleep!”
Hypnosis is hypnosis, regardless of language.
Spree
“One thousand, three hundred and twenty-seven dollars, please,” the shop clerk said.
“For a pair of shoes?!” Liam blinked.
“Sir?”
He blinked again, finally noticing the dozen bags on the counter, filled with dresses and sexy lingerie. Behind him, Dahlia toyed with his wallet.
Running into his Hypnodomme while shopping was always a dangerous proposition.
One might argue that something like this doesn’t necessarily require mental shenanigans in order to happen but, if I didn’t use them, there would be no daily challenge, right?
No Need
“Please… I need…!” Harrison implored.
“Need?” Portia scoffed. “No, you want to and you shouldn’t because you want what I want.”
“I want what you want,” he droned, dutifully conditioned.
“Dismissed.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he smiled sheepishly, a warm liquid sliding down his legs.
She was right. He didn’t need to use the bathroom at all.
This one is nasty. A bit extreme even. My literary Mr. Hyde decided to drop by after I found myself stuck in a meeting, no way out and with an urge to… well, you’ll understand soon enough when you read what I ended up writing after the nightmare was over. If you prefer the more lighthearted affairs just like I do, worry not because I’m sure they’ll return soon enough.