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Dock 7 was empty save for a single, bulbous boat that looked like a sideways 1-Up Mushroom. The captain, a chain-smoking Piranha Plant in a raincoat, simply nodded toward the fog.

And as they played, the sky stopped glitching. The puddle around Mario’s hat receded. The ghost of Zelda smiled and became solid again. nintendo of

The child’s eyes lit up.

Mira, a disillusioned game developer who had grown tired of battle passes and microtransactions, went anyway. Dock 7 was empty save for a single,

“You accepted. Good. The old ‘Nintendo of’ abandoned us. He grew tired of joy. He wanted dark, gritty worlds. So he left, and without a ‘Nintendo of’ to believe in us… we are corrupting.” The puddle around Mario’s hat receded

And on stormy nights, when cynical adults say video games were better in the past, she presses a single button, and somewhere, a child finds a secret warp zone for the very first time.