Written by Brooke Mackey for ECS 110
Dodging left, I narrowly avoid a blast sent towards me courtesy of my younger brother. A quick swipe down and I send an attack back, knocking him off the platform. But alas! It was in vain and I grit my teeth in agitation, watching as he pulls himself back up. The other people battling around us seem less important; this is a battle between siblings and one that must be settled without interruption.
A bright flash of light interrupts our battle. The power up item, a glowing rainbow orb titled the “smash ball” has appeared! A moment is taken away from our fight in order to try and obtain this valuable item; whoever grabs it successfully could quickly gain the upperhand in this battle. I abandon my attack and sprint towards it, while the others follow, all seemingly mesmerized by the power presented by the smash ball. The struggle to get the item becomes fierce and I dodge attacks from my foes left and right, trying desperately to reach out and catch the rainbow orb.
Success! I destroy the item and my body becomes enveloped by a glowing aura. My brother Conner shoots me a sideways look of fear as he realizes my intention to blast him right off the stage.
A devious grin on my face, I charge my attack and activate it, the luminescent energy from the attack flinging everyone upwards and swinging them back down to hit the platform, causing everyone, my brother included, to fly off of it.
The timer ends and with a cry of victory, I throws my arms into the air, my translucent blue game controller held above my head. The end screen appears and I see my character standing at the forefront of the screen in 1st place, looking smug while the computer controlled characters and my brother’s character have small portions of the screen dedicated to their admittedly subpar performances.
With a self-assured smile, I turn to my brother, who is glaring halfheartedly, with a glint of thirst for revenge visible in his dark irises.
“Another round?” He asks, holding up his controller in challenge.
I smirk, cocky in my win. “Of course, but I’m gonna kick your butt yet again, so get ready!” I tell him, and knock my controller against his in acceptance of his challenge while swinging my arm up to ruffle his messy hair. He ducks under my touch and swats my arm away as I fall back, laughter bubbling in my throat. While I’m spread across the couch, head lulling back against the side, the character selection screen comes up, as though Conner was trying to take advantage of my distraction and get the upperhand in a match.
I smile to myself. Moments of like these, where we waved our controllers in the air, jumping up from our beaten family couch whenever things got intense, were my favourite, even if I didn’t always win. Compared to the typical yelling spats my brother and I tended to have, these fun, lazy times truly defined my idea of home and comfort.
The screen on the tv shifts into the starting stage and I shake my head, clearing it of any other thoughts as I bolt upright, controller at the ready. It was time for another fierce battle, and I wasn’t going to let my brother win without a fight.