My friends and I just had a related discussion last night after a profanity laced four player romp through Coconut Mall. Why does Mario Kart have the undeniable ability to bring horrible language from the most placid of individuals? Xkcd’s comic states it very well. The incident that incited my worst personal curse-fest after the break.

I was in first, when a dastardly blue shell sent my kart flipping into the air. Not a big problem, but I happened to be driving up the escalator. I’m no Kart slouch, so naturally I was headed up the correct side, but while I was busy visiting the ceiling of the shopping center, the direction of flow reversed. Which meant when I landed, I moved faster down the ramp than my bike could accelerate. By the time I started moving in the right direction I had lost my sizable lead, and fallen to about 6th. Just as my front tire creeped up onto the beautiful tile floor beyond the escalator, a red shell finds me helpless, and begins the whole process again. Twelfth. I had exhausted my entire library of curse words, and gave up on riding the newly formed down ramp. I put on the brakes and swung over to the other side. Of course this happened on the last lap, after I had led for a solid portion of the race. I have since learned to just accept what happens, and never ever miss an item box when I’m behind. After all, the pain of others helps to take away from the your own heartache.

comic from xkcd

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