I love Super Smash Bros. I've made that abundantly clear over the past 9 years of my life. One day in junior year of high school, while home sick, my brother brought home the first incarnation of the game for N64. It quickly became a staple in our lives. My friends and I would duck outta after school activities and run home to kick ass. A few months later I played while easing into my first tripping experience. I used Kirby. All was good.
One day while playing against our doubles, we were both down to 1 stock, as well as our combatants. A pokeball dropped from the sky. The scramble that ensued was historic in our eyes. Unfortunately the computer snagged the ball and threw it, releasing the voice that still causes me to shudder. A light shone out of the pokeball and all that was heard was, "SNORLAAAAAXXXX." He shot up into the air, off screen, on the right side of the stage, in which Evan was currently engaged. I jumped away to the left while yelling, "Dude, Snorlax! MOVE!" to which he quickly replied, "Anthony, I'm well aware of the Snorlax situation." Not aware enough. Because, to my memory Snorlax came back down, giant as always, and KO'd him. I don't remember who ended up winning the fight. To this day, and throughout the 2 sequels, The Snorlax Situation still remains. Just last night I fell victim. In Brawl there are far greater things to fear, like Final Smash Balls and the Dragoon, but I'm happy and terrified that I still have to scramble to be somewhere else when I see that fat pokemon shoot into the sky.