Of course, the hapless, helpless, cheery folk of the Mushroom Kingdom tried to reason with the interloper. They tried to bargain with him, befriend him, and naturalise him into their society. But while Mario has, over the years, taken up a superficially integrated role within the Mushroom Kingdom, you need only look at his ongoing behaviour to see that he hasn’t changed to fit in with his surroundings, but rather has changed his surroundings to service him. And the inhabitants of those surroundings? They’re going along with it all simply in the name of survival.
Oh yes, on the surface of they’re all friends, hanging out together and enjoying themselves by way of a madly eclectic, slightly incongruous roster of social and sporting events, But think about the names and branding of those events. Mario Kart. Mario Tennis. Mario Golf. Mario Strikers. Mario Hoops. Whole islands, regions and sporting facilities are named after someone who wasn’t even a resident three decades ago. Every party is a Mario Party. You see where I’m going with this one, right? Pure, escalating megalomania, sowing propaganda wherever it goes. And what’s more, it’s now creating very real health risks country-wide.