Kill Screen launched its Wii U diaries today. The first entry? Wii U, marriage improver:
Upon her return from work, I walk up to her, a Wii U-branded mic in my hand, and belt out some improv lyrics of greeting. She sees the bubble gum pink-and-blue game case and yelps with surprised glee. She hugs me and I drop the mic to my side; my job is done here.
I’m not prone to spontaneous faux-karaoke for the sake of a lover’s happiness, but the opportunity seemed too good to pass up. This is the kind of self-created embarrassment that Nintendo has thrived upon for the past six years.
Boom chicka wah wah...