Bob Chipman / Robert Lewis Chipman / MovieBob / Game OverThinker - "Coastal Elite Thinker" who wants conservatives, Christians and manual workers eradicated. Universally ignorant; cannot tell reality from sci-fi. Sore loser with short fuse. Odious Disney shill. Tranny chaser and general creep. Fat and diabetic.

[Doctor of Autism]

Given the Mario Movie has shown the Yoshi's, do you think Bob will have a mental breakdown if the movie reveals that Mario and Luigi were secretly born there instead of Brooklyn.


Speaking of which, does anyone have the passages from his book about how he had a meltdown over Yoshi's island and how he skipped Grandma's funeral to get an AC and then proceed to play Mario 3

 

[Flexo]

Given the Mario Movie has shown the Yoshi's, do you think Bob will have a mental breakdown if the movie reveals that Mario and Luigi were secretly born there instead of Brooklyn.


Speaking of which, does anyone have the passages from his book about how he had a meltdown over Yoshi's island and how he skipped Grandma's funeral to get an AC and then proceed to play Mario 3

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...and then came “Yoshi’s Island.”
The game that was initially advertised as “Super Mario World 2: Yoshi’s
Island” is today remembered as one of Miyamoto’s masterworks—a triumph
on every level of game design. The history of its production is legend: taken
aback by a Nintendo boss’s suggestion that he make the game’s appearance
less “cartoony” and more like “Donkey Kong Country” (a spin-off series that
used pre-rendered 3D images as sprites to try and match the graphical power
of the emerging CD-based consoles), Miyamoto doubled-down and ordered
that the games visuals be tweaked to resemble children’s crayon drawings.
The result: a mega-selling, award-winning classic and a stern reminder to
Nintendo not to question their Golden Boy.
While it was a game I loved then and adore today, at the time it was
the Mario game that, well... that sort of “broke my brain” just a bit, and
served as an early signal that my relationship with Mario and his world was
fundamentally changing whether I wanted it to or not.
Like SMRPG, “Yoshi’s Island” offered the tantalizing prospect of a
more narrative-oriented Mario adventure and the irresistible idea of finally
setting up a Super Mario Bros continuity. The game was a prequel, set long
before the events of even Donkey Kong (presumably), wherein the wizard
caretaker of a still-infant Baby Bowser foresees the coming of the Mario Bros
and schemes to kidnap them as babies (from The Stork, since this is a Mario
game) to change history. Things go wrong, and Baby Mario winds up in the
care of Yoshi (whoa! They’d actually met before!!??) on a quest to rescue his
brother.
The idea of seeing Mario’s “origin story” had me playing through this
game like a man possessed, even though by that point a teenaged social-life
was leaving less and less time for gaming. I knew the end, I figured: Mario
and Luigi would find their way back to Brooklyn. Along with seeing their
Earth Realm digs visualized for the first time in a game, I was intrigued to see
if any indications would be made about how and why they found their way
back to Mushroom Kingdom years later. The possibilities!
And so, after a climactic battle against a towering, Godzilla-sized
Bowser (another image I’d always wanted to see!), I settled in to watch as
the games’ ending credits played out over an animation of The Stork flying
Baby Mario and Luigi back home. Any moment now, I just knew, I’d see a
16-bit New York skyline come into view... but, instead, the closing text and
final image tell a different story, as the Bros. are delivered to “...Where Mom
and Dad live...”
“...THE MUSHROOM KINGDOM!”
...What?!
Mario and Luigi were born in the Mushroom Kingdom? That doesn’t
make any sense! How’d they grow up in Brooklyn, then? Were they sent
there at some point, like Superman, unaware of their real origins? And how
were they Italian-Americans if they came from a world with no Italy and no
America? Oooh! Maybe that’ll be the plot of the next game! Maybe...
I didn’t have a “breakdown” or anything. It’s not as though I was knocked
into some kind of system-shock over this. But the dissonance stuck with me
for a while. By now I had more important things to worry about in school
and life to be completely consumed by this. College-prep classes, girls, sex,
drugs and social-hierarchy were giving me my headaches—high school, after
all. If I’d learned to keep my Nintendo worship (relatively) in check in the
“Sega is cooler!” days, I could hold it back for the age of “everything but
Playstation is for kids!”
Mario games had been “my thing,” my refuge from everything else
when I needed them. Now that refuge was tinged—ever so slightly—with
doubt. It wasn’t that “not from Brooklyn” changed anything fundamental, but
it felt so... “cavalier.” That it wasn’t presented as a surprise drove home the
reminder that most of what Generation NES considered “canon” for its games
was often just hastily-composed faux-mythos for U.S. ad copy; and part of
the story I’d been “devoted” to might’ve just been a narrative placeholder for
Nintendo.
There’s a moment—vitally important in the development of any geek,
nerd or whatever else you want to call it—when it finally sinks in all the way
that the people creating whatever character or property you’ve let colonize
a part of your imagination just aren’t as “devoted” to it as you are – that, to
them, it’s a job. For me, this was it. How much sense did it make to be trying
to work out the bigger relationships between the characters and the broader
scope of their world? What was the point of keeping meticulous mental (and,
yes, also physical) lists and chronologies of Mario’s friends, enemies, worlds,
abilities, all that? What did it matter if I could point out, on a moment’s notice,
that Nokobons (exploding-shell Troopas) were only found in Sarasaland and
only in one game? Why should I put so much of myself into this… when
Mario’s masters couldn’t even keep his origins straight?
It all happened so gradually (and in the background of so many bigger
things) that it didn’t register until much later, but this was probably a turning
point for me as much as it was for Mario. Young adulthood now coming into
full effect. It was the best possible time to free up some mental space now
that school and life-choices were going to start counting for something. I had
college to get ready for, and a career path to start actually charting. (I’d long
since transitioned from filmmaking to game-designing as a dream trajectory.)
It was time to move on—if only a bit—from Mario and Nintendo…
…just not all at once.

 

[starborn427614]

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"Why does everyone think I'm a fascist??"

 

[Mola Ram]

Quoth our friendly (when he's not advocating the death of all humans) robo-American @Flexo:

It was time to move on—if only a bit—from Mario and Nintendo…
…just not all at once.

I've read these passages before, but the sheer lunacy of them never fails to take my breath away. This is autism so profound you don't often see it here beyond the Chris-chan forums. Not just the insane obsession with the details of what is a largely pointless, frolicsome gameworld, but in thinking anyone would care enough about Bob's attachment to it to read this drivel. It's like something you'd read in the journals a psychiatrist suggests his more disturbed patients keep.

 

[Ralph Barnhardt]

Given the Mario Movie has shown the Yoshi's, do you think Bob will have a mental breakdown if the movie reveals that Mario and Luigi were secretly born there instead of Brooklyn.

The whole Brooklyn thing is pure speculation by autists based on one street sign that simply says "Brooklyn". In that same picture you can see Daisy, the original girl from the Donkey Kong arcade, doing an interview or something in the background. In the Mario game for the Switch, the one where Mario throws his hat that I don't care to look up the name, she is the mayor of New Donk City, Nintendo's legally distinct NYC, which probably where they're making the Mario bros from. That would mean that Bob and his desperate attempt to hang on to things from his childhood like the Super Mario Super Show's live parts can continue to get fucked.

 

[UserAccess]

The whole Brooklyn thing is pure speculation by autists based on one street sign that simply says "Brooklyn". In that same picture you can see Daisy, the original girl from the Donkey Kong arcade, doing an interview or something in the background. In the Mario game for the Switch, the one where Mario throws his hat that I don't care to look up the name, she is the mayor of New Donk City, Nintendo's legally distinct NYC, which probably where they're making the Mario bros from. That would mean that Bob and his desperate attempt to hang on to things from his childhood like the Super Mario Super Show's live parts can continue to get fucked.

ACKTUALLY, that's Pauline from Donkey Kong. Daisy is from Super Mario Land on the Game Boy.

 

[Mr Processor]

Given the Mario Movie has shown the Yoshi's, do you think Bob will have a mental breakdown if the movie reveals that Mario and Luigi were secretly born there instead of Brooklyn.

One can only hope.

Quoth our friendly (when he's not advocating the death of all humans) robo-American @Flexo:



I've read these passages before, but the sheer lunacy of them never fails to take my breath away. This is autism so profound you don't often see it here beyond the Chris-chan forums. Not just the insane obsession with the details of what is a largely pointless, frolicsome gameworld, but in thinking anyone would care enough about Bob's attachment to it to read this drivel. It's like something you'd read in the journals a psychiatrist suggests his more disturbed patients keep.

"Goomba carcass in alley this morning. Boot tread on burst stomach. New Donk City is afraid of me. I have seen it's true face. "

 

[Mola Ram]

One can only hope.

"Goomba carcass in alley this morning. Boot tread on burst stomach. New Donk City is afraid of me. I have seen it's true face. "

"Meeting with Sonic left bad taste in mouth. He is pampered and too successful, betraying his origins as the Lesser Mascot for the Inferior Sega. NintenDID what Sega did NOT. Possible homosexual? Must investigate further."

 

[Helium Bubble]

"Meeting with Sonic left bad taste in mouth. He is pampered and too successful, betraying his origins as the Lesser Mascot for the Inferior Sega. NintenDID what Sega did NOT. Possible homosexual? Must investigate further."

"It is not God that bans the chuds, not Fate that locks their accounts or Destiny that reports them for hatespeech. It's us. It's ONLY us."

 

[Mola Ram]

"It is not God that bans the chuds, not Fate that locks their accounts or Destiny that reports them for hatespeech. It's us. It's ONLY us."

Given how often we used to describe Bob as Manichean, Rorschach really is a frighteningly good fit for him. A fat Rorschach with a mask that's straining the seams and popping the buttons off his trenchcoat would be hilarious.

What do we call him? "Bobschach" is the easy one, but I'm gonna branch out to his dumb little annual October event and go with "Rorshlock."

 

[Helium Bubble]

Well Rorschach's name comes from his mask and his worldview, right? Also, Rorschach thinks he's actually a separate entity from Walter Kovacs. So you'd need something that reflected both his appearance and his philosophy, so to speak.

I'm also not sure I see them being too much alike, except MovieBob being sort of an anti-version of Kovacs' way of seeing the world, utter inflexibility and certainty in his own rightness, except missing the cunning, determination, aggression and ruthlessness that makes Rorschach what he is. Rorschach was, IIRC, supposed to be a send up of intolerant right wingers but CinemaRoberto goes so far the other way that he's a bad joke in comparison.

...I'm not sure where I'm going with this, feel free to apply puzzle pieces or trash cans if needed.

 

[Jaracainofthewind]

When Moviebob posts the "worst person you know just made a great point" face (the same on in which I upload everytime Bob makes a cogent statement), it's the rare example of Bob breating oxygen.

Personally if I were using the same "rhetoric" as moviebob I would be doing some soul searching, but here you are. So tantalizingly close to a break through

 

[Ralph Barnhardt]

It's the opening night for the Super Mario Bros movie. A little boy points at Bob in the lobby of a Crown Cinema.

"Mommy? Is he gonna watch the movie with us? Does he know Mario too?"

Bob reaches for his collectors popcorn tub filled with two and a half gallons of liquid butter topping. He throws it in the kids face, knocking him to the floor screaming.

"You don't seem to understand. I'm not watching the movie with you! You're watching the movie with me!"

 

[Positron]

Bob reaches for his collectors popcorn tub filled with two and a half gallons of liquid butter topping. He throws it in the kids face, knocking him to the floor screaming.

This just sounds like what happens in the trailer of Guardians of The Galaxy 3 so, yup. I can totally see it happening.

 

[CptnSnshn]

Bobby reflects on the origin of his seething hatred of whoever he hates.
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Indeed, if not for the grace of God, he could easily have been Tucker Carlson the friendless!
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The Supreme Court might block Biden's gimmes.
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Covid.
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ItsFortenberry is not saying that covid has killed some 2% of humanity, but 2% of those infected (Refer to this chart for details; in US the case mortality rate is 1.1%). What a bunch of morons -- and Bobby say stupidity is evil.

Kanye West
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What's the problem seeing good things in Hitler? I'm sure Bobby does too.

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Whatever happened to "It is his private company so he can refuse service to anyone"?

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More wrongthink from Reed Hastings, who just praised Elon Musk for being a creative genius.
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"Funny" random violence against a little alien child. I'm more and more convinced that James Gunn is a sociopath.
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It is insultingly easy to push the emotion buttons of these tards.

Bobby cannot tell an actor from the role he plays -- even when said role is a eldritch monster.
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The Metal Menagerie, a play for overgrown children of all ages.
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Scrap-metal cheesecake.
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Nymphomachy talks about the semiotics of female character designs. He himself has a "preferred gender presentation" but thinks it is "normal and natural" to force unisex clothing on characters. As for Bobby, he is sure that Peach is a weakling, halberd or not.
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Consoom!
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"Ace" pokemon.
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You need a certain accessory to achieve that Slavery Chic:
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"I started a joke, which started the whole world cringing".
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Leg length and fur length can be altered just by the mutation of a handful of genes, and dogs would eat anything available.

I wish this thread was in anyway readable and not just giant autistic blobs of text (Beautifully fitting in a way) where you have to dig through the banality of hundreds of bob posts to find the funny.

 

[Doctor of Autism]

It's the opening night for the Super Mario Bros movie. A little boy points at Bob in the lobby of a Crown Cinema.

"Mommy? Is he gonna watch the movie with us? Does he know Mario too?"

Bob reaches for his collectors popcorn tub filled with two and a half gallons of liquid butter topping. He throws it in the kids face, knocking him to the floor screaming.

"You don't seem to understand. I'm not watching the movie with you! You're watching the movie with me!"

Or better yet he tries to have a wholesome response to the kid like the imaginary Mario obsessed kid in his book, only for the kid or parent make fun of him. Or better yet he's escorted out for looking like a pedophile.

 

[Mola Ram]

I wish this thread was in anyway readable and not just giant autistic blobs of text (Beautifully fitting in a way) where you have to dig through the banality of hundreds of bob posts to find the funny.

I used to read Positron's updates (and those of his predecessor) religiously; now I can only bear to skim them. More often than not someone will pick out a choice sample and focus on that, and that's usually fodder enough to roast the ol' fat bastid for a few pages. It is worth looking a little deeper, though, because not everyone catches the best stuff.

Go exploring! You might be the next one to dig up that autistic gold!

 

[Ralph Barnhardt]

This just sounds like what happens in the trailer of Guardians of The Galaxy 3 so, yup. I can totally see it happening.

When a retard on some backwoods website can write scenes in your movie by accident when he's mocking a manchild then maybe it's time to hang it up.

Or better yet he tries to have a wholesome response to the kid like the imaginary Mario obsessed kid in his book, only for the kid or parent make fun of him. Or better yet he's escorted out for looking like a pedophile.

So this old gem then.

 

[RockVolnutt]

Given how often we used to describe Bob as Manichean, Rorschach really is a frighteningly good fit for him. A fat Rorschach with a mask that's straining the seams and popping the buttons off his trenchcoat would be hilarious.

What do we call him? "Bobschach" is the easy one, but I'm gonna branch out to his dumb little annual October event and go with "Rorshlock."

If what you're saying is Bob would break into people's homes and eat multiple cans of beans in their kitchen, I wholeheartedly agree

 

[Mola Ram]

If what you're saying is Bob would break into people's homes and eat multiple cans of beans in their kitchen, I wholeheartedly agree

"Chlop thlup shorp lep." - A typical witty rejoinder from Bob.