The DS is one of the better consoles out there right now...

Also, the guy who made the Mario Galaxy DS video is the same one who made the Nintendo ON.

Ganondorf looked tall in Twilight Princess.

Sony - It's Ridger Racer. Riiiiiiiidge Racer!

Oh sweet Jesus, I appluad you for making quite the fanboy-flame-bait article. Good job.

(I wish I had all 3 consoles :( )

Shigeru announced a new Zelda.

This with New Super Mario Bros. Wii, Super Maro Galaxy 2, Metroid: Other M, and The Conduit, I might actually start playing Wii again (Crystal Bearers looks pretty good too).

"...that looks nothing like a dildo".

Calm down Dawgsfan117, we already know by your intelligent posts that you're a fanboy.

Again maxstats69, this is NOT made by Nintendo.

@the article: I agree, this is a fun game. My friend has it and we played Co-Op all the time, it was a blast.

Maxstats69, you just contradicted yourself. This game was NOT made by Nintendo and you're ranting off as if it was.

Eh, I don't really like the show...

I love the Smash series and I love Brawl. It's so fun to play with friends.

Madworld was a very good game, HaloKiller. I think you're just a fanboy.

I love the Super Mario World sprites.

lolwut

Awesome review, as always. I'm getting this as soon as I can.

@lava_lamp: It's been said quite a few times already, but I think Chris knows what he's talking about more than you. Don't whine if a game you like got a lower score. Jeez...

The only game I still play on the Wii is Super Smash Bros. Brawl (I've been a tourneyfag since Melee), but it is true that Nintendo isn't strong. But each console has their fault and I believe Nintendo will make a come back. And LOL at fanboys like Dawgsfan117. I fail to see how a video game console can have a sexual preference.

Wario's flatulence was literally a big-ass boom.

Another Wii Sports Casualty

TOP 7 VIDEO GAME VILLAINS

Alright, first I would take her (not it) to my basement, dim the lights, pour some wine, and get to know each other a little bit, play some Kenny G. After a half hour of checking her out while she goes on blabbing about her life and little problems, I will take her to my room. I will handcuff her to my bed and I will slowly unzip my pants to reveal my Wailord-sized male reproductive organ. I start to make love to her slow but I crank up the speed as I grab her soft, warm fabric. Oh, and when all that is done, I won't rest my head on her, she can rest her head one me :3

Next day, I will wake up to the smell of fresh pancakes as she cooks in the morning. I grab one and leave in a hurry, as I have to go to work to put food on the table. I give her a quick pec on her lips and leave quickly.

I come back home and yell "Honey, I'm home!". She yells back "DO NOT CLEAN WITH COLORED CLOTH". We lounge about on the couch as we watch sitcoms on TV. I ask her to make me a sandwich as I am hungry and she responds "MADE IN CHINA". I hear a tone in her voice that I do not like and I go and sulk in my room. Later the same day, she enters the room to go to sleep. I'm still mad at her for not making my sandwich, so I go and sleep on the couch.

The next day, I wake up and smell something strange...nothing. Absolutely nothing. She is up and drinking detergent and I ask "Where's my pancakes?" She responds, "100% COTTON". "I put the food on the table and this is how you repay me?!", I yell loudly, "Fine then, I'm going to work!". After that day, our relationship started declining. Less pancakes, I started coming home late, we barely talked. Love was not present. I finally brought up the question..."I think...we should get a divorce." She responds with "MACHINE WASH COLD". Then I knew it, we were getting a divorce. We got one the next month, and never spoke again for 3 years.

39 months after the divorce, I walked in a laundromat to clean some of my clothes. I open a machine and to my surprise, there she is. Her soft fabric still intact, her design, still shining brightly. But, I was a mess. Bear growing out, greasy hair, and rags for clothes. I smiled, rememebering back in the day. The song on our first date starts playing and she emerges from the machine. Me and her start dancing slowly, holding hands, hair and cotton in the wind. Love was in our presence. We went back to my broken down apartement, but now my broken heart has been mended.