There is no ritual quite as sacred as gathering with close friends, cracking open a few beers, and beating the living daylights out of each other in Super Smash Bros. The fighting game has gone through several iterations, but no matter how much higher the graphics quality gets in each version, there is always one constant: your main Super Smash Bros. character.
Like your Mario Kart character, who you choose as your Smash Bros. fighter says a lot about you. Sure, some people can play well with a bunch of the characters, but we all have that one character that just feels right. Your go-to is your id - you at your most primitive, unfiltered self.
What does your Super Smash Bros. character say about you?
You're just the worst. Even though you're only technically controlling Popo, you love to talk about how much skill it takes to play two characters at once. You tend to inflate your abilities in real life, too. Your resume says you are fluent in three languages, but you don't specify that Pig Latin is one of them.
You may have managed to fail up for some time now, but people will catch on to your inadequacies. Be careful.
Your go-to move is summoning knights and fireballs, and even though your fellow players give you a hard time for it, you don't care! You do what you want! And you do it in style.
You aren't as hellbent on winning, whether it be in Super Smash Bros. or in your rec softball league, as some of the other players. You're mostly there to make an appearance.
You are a control FREAK. You always have to know what's going on with everyone - just like Kirby does when he flies over everyone else. You don't like anyone taking the spotlight either, which is why you love to use the maddening stone move on another player who's just about to grab a hammer.
You like to know what's going on because, in your heart of hearts, you ain't nothing but a people pleaser. You shift your personality to match whoever you are hanging out with at the time.
You like to think you are the best, and in some ways, this is true. You do, however, have a hard time admitting that maybe some things - like your auto-combos - helped you achieve greatness. You're never one to acknowledge your privilege, and your friends have a hard time listening to you gloat after you win eight rounds in a row.
On the rare occasion that you don't have the upper hand - like when your friends rightfully decide to gang up on you - you whine about how unfair it is.