Shigeru's name is a pain to type so he will be referred to as Poop.
It was a rainy day in Miyamototown, Japan. Poop was sitting in his office rattling his brain with ways to make more money, when he noticed one of his many slaves (who happened to be a little "special") playing tennis with a TV holding a remote as his racket. A devilish grin replaced the frown that was once on Poop's face.
Equipped with a brilliant new idea, Poop skipped merrily to the boardroom to hold a much needed press conference.
"Herro emproyees! I have a brirriant new idea! Instead of focusing on the hardcore gamer, we wirr abandon them compretery and focus on suburban parents and toddrers!"
A giant uproar of approval replaced the quiet murmur that was once in the conference room.
"I have decided to carr this money making device the Nintendo Wii, genius right? WRONG!! It is a horribre name, but Americans wirr eat this garbage up. Of course every coupre of years we wirr rerease a good game to keep in a few of the hardcore gamers, but other than that screw em!"
So, a few years passed. The Wii outsold the PS3 and XBOX 360 combined. Nintendo made millions. Blahblahblah.
----------------- This is when the fiction starts --------------------
2009 came along, and Poop died of nickel poisoning, apparently he loved money so much, he ate it.
A new man replaced him, a man who hasn't been corrupted with greed, a man who gives a damn about gamers.
This man worked very hard to please both the hardcore gamers and "waggles", and he succeeded.
Nintendo made more money than ever and Sony and Microsoft became sister companies to provide the BEST consoles and games ever.
Everyone lived happily ever after.
THE END.
It was a rainy day in Miyamototown, Japan. Poop was sitting in his office rattling his brain with ways to make more money, when he noticed one of his many slaves (who happened to be a little "special") playing tennis with a TV holding a remote as his racket. A devilish grin replaced the frown that was once on Poop's face.
Equipped with a brilliant new idea, Poop skipped merrily to the boardroom to hold a much needed press conference.
"Herro emproyees! I have a brirriant new idea! Instead of focusing on the hardcore gamer, we wirr abandon them compretery and focus on suburban parents and toddrers!"
A giant uproar of approval replaced the quiet murmur that was once in the conference room.
"I have decided to carr this money making device the Nintendo Wii, genius right? WRONG!! It is a horribre name, but Americans wirr eat this garbage up. Of course every coupre of years we wirr rerease a good game to keep in a few of the hardcore gamers, but other than that screw em!"
So, a few years passed. The Wii outsold the PS3 and XBOX 360 combined. Nintendo made millions. Blahblahblah.
----------------- This is when the fiction starts --------------------
2009 came along, and Poop died of nickel poisoning, apparently he loved money so much, he ate it.
A new man replaced him, a man who hasn't been corrupted with greed, a man who gives a damn about gamers.
This man worked very hard to please both the hardcore gamers and "waggles", and he succeeded.
Nintendo made more money than ever and Sony and Microsoft became sister companies to provide the BEST consoles and games ever.
Everyone lived happily ever after.
THE END.