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I made a mistake. A big mistake. A mistake that is undoubtedly going to cost me my life. I strangled a Pikmin. I knew it was wrong, I knew it was stupid, but he just wouldn’t listen to me! I got caught up in a fit of rage and rushed at him like a maniac. He stood there, wide eyed and frightened, my hands went around his little neck and suddenly, he was limp in my hand. His little spirit floated away and his body disappeared. It was at this time when several other Pikmin fainted and died, probably because of the pure shock, and the rest ran away into the onions. I can’t get them to come out. They’ve been in there for several days. I’ve tried to coax them, to apologize, to bribe them, I just can’t get the to come out. I’m stuck here on this planet,  [ Read More ]

Living with Pikmin is a love-hate relationship. The little critters are cute, completely adorable. They are also extremely helpful when trying to accomplish various tasks, such as carrying things. Sadly, they are dumber then a bag of sand. However, one can only assume that they have the intelligence of a vegetable when you realize you have to pluck the things out of the ground before they can do anything and after you pluck them out they proceed to bash their heads against every solid object in sight. It’s no surprise that they all have applesauce for brains. When scrounging around for pellets of compressed dehydrated Pikmin, or whatever they are, one might hope that the Pikmin would have a certain affinity or attraction to pellets of their own color. You know, the blue ones pick up the blue pellet and the red ones theirs, etc. This is sadly, never the  [ Read More ]