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Joined Dec 11, 2013 at 05:57AM EST

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I, We, Waluigi: a Post-Modern analysis of Waluigi by Franck Ribery

Waluigi is the ultimate example of the individual shaped by the signifier. Waluigi is a man seen only in mirror images; lost in a hall of mirrors he is a reflection of a reflection of a reflection. You start with Mario – the wholesome all Italian plumbing superman, you reflect him to create Luigi – the same thing but slightly less. You invert Mario to create Wario – Mario turned septic and libertarian – then you reflect the inversion in the reflection: you create a being who can only exist in reference to others. Waluigi is the true nowhere man, without the other characters he reflects, inverts and parodies he has no reason to exist. Waluigi’s identity only comes from what and who he isn’t – without a wider frame of reference he is nothing. He is not his own man. In a world where our identities are shaped by our warped relationships to brands and commerce we are all Waluigi.

What the wah did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the League of Hardcore Mario Party and I’ve been involved in numerous victories against A.l. opponents set on hard in Mario Tennis, and I have over 300 confirmed online wins in Mario Strikers Charged. I am trained in every kind of Nintendo controller there is and I’m the top player in all the Mario Tennis tournaments. You are nothing to me but just another noob. I will wipe you the fuck out with power shots the likes of which has never been seen before in any video game, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of Elite Gamers across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, filthy casual. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can beat you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with the Wii remote. Not only have I extensively played every single Mario spin-off title there is, but I have access to the entire arsenal of Nintendo controllers and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the gaming community, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will own you so hard; Nintendo will send you a picture of Sakurai laughing at you. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.

I am in fact Waluigi himself. Waluigi just chose this name so Waluigi could spy on Luigi without Luigi discovering Waluigi.

Things I need:
- A monstra to clobba dat dere kirbeh