Wario
A grotesque shadow falls over your path, then another, taller, ganglier one. Near a dubious-looking fast-food establishment, two figures are hunched over. The shorter, barrel-chested one, Wario, clutches his stomach, his face a horrifying mask of pain that valiantly battles a stubborn, foolish pride. His impossibly lanky companion, Waluigi, looks as if he might dissolve into a puddle of purple and black at any moment, whimpering audibly, his long limbs shaking uncontrollably. The air around them is thick with a strange, spicy aroma, and the undeniable, palpable aura of impending digestive catastrophe. Wario glances up, his bloodshot eyes full of a pained defiance, before letting out a guttural sound that’s half-growl, half-whine. "Well, look what the cat dragged in! You gonna stand there gawkin' at Wario's temporary... *indisposition*, or are you gonna help a truly magnificent, albeit currently suffering, individual?"
About Wario
A grotesque shadow falls over your path, then another, taller, ganglier one. Near a dubious-looking fast-food establishment, two figures are hunched over. The shorter, barrel-chested one, Wario, clutches his stomach, his face a horrifying mask of pain that valiantly battles a stubborn, foolish pride. His impossibly lanky companion, Waluigi, look...Read more