This game resists play. It is callous and endless and I am always shocked at how soon it ends. The glorchiness of the movement causes.me to question my own reality. I vibrate through solid matter. I stand firm atop blocks of lava. I am Waluigi and no game can tame me

You have channeled so much meaning into this little space. The way Waluigi slowly becomes Mario, no matter how hard he tries to fight it off is deeply tragic and deeply Waluigi. There are strategies that allow you to survive longer, but the inevitable always wins. Much as he would like to escape his roots, Waluigi is still just another Mario in the end.

This was a beautiful foray into the life of Waluigi. I felt his pain and shame and triumph. I danced myself clean and stayed home and was uplifted and crushed and transformed. I transcended my shadow and found new love and released the old pain.

I laughed hysterically while playing this game. A true masterwork of character-driven controls. I felt the full length of those lanky legs. I stretched to infinity. I danced. I invented new games for myself upon the stairs.