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Videogame junkies beware
Gordon Reid I'm always up for an idea that can make me rich -- quickly. So, on the rare occasion that I get a half-decent idea, I grab it. It was with this in mind that my current pet project came into being. I was in the car with my two brothers, Kelly and Chad, having just seen the movie Mortal Kombat. For the uninitiated, Mortal Kombat is a violent and graphic fighting style video game. It has spawned two sequels and, most recently, a full-length feature movie. We were playing with the idea of of creating a spin-off (read "rip-off") game so that we might share in the profits. The first suggestion was to pit different rodents against each other and to call it Mortal Wombat. This was soon replaced with such ideas as Wortal Wopat (characters from the Dukes of Hazzard) and Mortal Kombines (farm implements). Eventually Kelly brought up the idea of Mortal Maskot, which would have corporate mascots duelling to their animated demise. We quickly thought to ourselves, "What would be a better combination?" Melding the gore and graphic violence demanded by discriminating 14-year olds with the pop-culture icons we're force fed by two decades of advertising was brilliant. What more could you ask for? After a bit of deliberation, 12 Kombatants were decided upon. These included easily recognizible characters such as Ronald McDonald and the Pillsbury Doughboy. Other potential contestants with almost equal prominence, like Tony the Tiger (Frosted Flakes) and Joe Camel (Camel Cigarettes) had to be excluded to maintain consumer demand. Our final choices are as follows: THE KOMBATANTS Alpha-Bits Wizard (Alpha-Bits) -- Of all the cereal maskots, he had to be the
absolute wimpiest. "The Wiz, in a brawl?" you might ask. Well, deep inside the S-P-O-O-N-
spelling heart of his lurks a killer instinct.
Kool-Aid Man (Kool-Aid) -- Recently, I've begun to doubt the Kool-Aid Man. He's
sold out, I tell you. On the whim of the ad execs, he's grown a torso, started to play the
guitar and surf, simply to sell himself to a younger generation. He's lost his deep, raspy
voice and he doesn't even burst through brick walls anymore.
Lil' Sprout (Green Giant Vegetables) -- Always overshadowed by his grotesquely
large friend, the Sprout has been overlooked as a potential threat. He could surprise a
few non-believers. Apparently, he's a distant relative of the Incredible Hulk.
Lucky the Leprechaun (Lucky Charms) -- I'll bet that just one of those times you
saw Lucky being chased around his always-sunny little world by those annoying pre-teen
stalkers, you wanted to see him create a rocket launcher and take their heads off. Well, now
you can.
Mrs. Butterworth (Mrs. Butterworth's pancake syrup) -- Once thought to be hampered
by the evident lack of legs and matronly demeanour, this syrup-sellin' mama has a mean streak
wider than an Uncle Buck birthday pancake.
Pillsbury Doughboy (Pillsbury Baking Products) -- Remember how the innocent-looking
Mr. Staypuft wreaked havoc on downtown New York in Ghostbusters? It took four men
armed with portable nuclear reactors to stop him. Imagine the destruction that the Doughboy
can cause.
Mr. Peanut (Planter's Peanuts) -- Easily the classiest act in the tourney, Mr. Peanut
is looking to shed his rather nutty image and show his surly, salty side.
Ronald McDonald (McDonald's) -- Behind that "happy clown" exterior and those giant
red shoes lies a troubled psyche. Ronald has a number of repressed childhood memories that
often trigger violent responses.
Snuggle Bear (Snuggle Fabric Softener) -- Well, every fighting game needs a whipping
boy.
Sonny the Cocoa Puffs Bird (Cocoa Puffs) -- How can I resist putting our favorite
spasmodic bird into the melee? Sonny exhibits a boisterous nature and is prone to explosive
outbursts. Is this an indicator of psychosis? You decide.
Sugar Bear (Sugar Crisp) -- Can't get enough of that Sugar Crisp? Wanna know why?
It's because of all the sedative drugs they put in the stuff. The little tune that Sugar Bear
sings is laced with subliminal messages asking you to buy Chia Pets. And what the hell is the
deal with the bike anyway.
Toucan Sam (Froot Loops) -- Sam has been haunted by nightmares the last few months.
Why? Because he can't deal with the guilt of knocking off Rory Tait in the qualification
round of the tournament.
Now that the cast of characters (minus a few secret characters, like the Honeycomb Kid) has been assembled, we can pass the information to the programmers and graphic artists to be encoded. We also have to commission a some deejays to put together a half-decent soundtrack. No real video game franchise is complete unless it's followed by a dearth of sequels (a la Donkey Kong/Donkey Kong Jr./Donkey Kong Country/Mario Bros./Super Mario Bros./Dr. Mario, etc.). Any good sequel needs flashy new features. Thus, Mortal Maskot II will have a tag-team feature. You'll be able to pit your favourite mascot teams against each other. Imagine the potential contests: The Campbell Soup Kids versus Freddie and Eddie.
No rip-off is perfect without taking elements from more than one victim. Realizing this, we're stealing the "Intermission" feature from the Street Fighter series. Instead of going after a German luxury car, our Kombatants are going to vent their frustrations on the Green Drop Guy (the weeble-shaped green thing that Buzz and Boomer use as a punching bag every Bombers home game). He's horribly over-cute and has no chance to resist. Perfect for the blood-hungry, domineering types. I can imagine the money rolling in now -- I'll be rich. Maybe then I can impress Jodie Foster. I can see it now: me and Jodie walking town the beach outside of our Santa Barbara oceanfront property, looking for a guy in a green felt weeble costume.
This article first ran in The Manitoban, Vol. 83, No. 8 (October 4, 1995). This was my first article for the Features section, a fact that should be obvious to the reader. Firstly, I used the word "giant" three times, not including as part of a product name. Couldn't I have thought of synonyms? "Enormous?" "Huge?" "Gargantuan?" Nope. Also note the alternation between the American and the Canadian/British spellings of "favorite." This, however, I can blame on the Copy Editor. One reference does require an explanation. Corey Anscomb was, at the time, a bigwig in the Arts Student Body Council (ASBC) and president of a rival fraternity, Phi Delta Theta. Because he was relatively prominent on campus and, well, "Flav," he became the butt of more than one of my jokes. In person, he was always decent to me. Perhaps it was because I had the power to slander his name across campus. Or maybe it was because he was dating a girl with whom I went to high school. A few years later, I found a folded-up cut-out of this article had been kept by a girl I knew, "T." (look for her on the Crappy Ex-GF Rants page). At the time, I thought she was sane and somewhat desirable, although a bit buck-toothed and overly attached to her hamster. In retrospect (after she gave me the clap and stalked my roommate -- cue horror movie soundtrack), the thought creeps me out.
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