The Elitist's Least Favorite Video Game Moments: Pikmin

Go forth, and conquer. Go forth.. and die.

Woa, this is random. Your friend is really stretching here; however when I think about this moment happening it never fails to make me really sad, and really mad. I become sad, mad; despondent and displeased; lugubrious and tumultuous; somber and... well you know.
Whenever a Bulbord, Breadbug, Bulbear, or Bulbmin becomes my next obstacle, fighting against my efforts to send my brave and resourceful cosmonaut back to his home planet; I always cringe at the possibilities on how this conflict might end. These monsters, these fiendish fiendish fiends can single... uh... handedly... hm... single footedly! They can single footedly send me back to square one, requiring me to reacquire my resources, forcing me to stay on this god forsaken uncivilized hell hole.


Phrasing it in such a way, makes it seem trivial and slightly inconvenient. You fight one, and then you run around and pick some more flowers to fight another one. Sure, it sounds insensitive and fairly inconsequential... until you realize this.

Oh god, run! Run!

Those resources, the flowers you pick with which you fight. They live. They unquestionably fight by your side, doing whatever it takes to ensure Olimar's success. Why they have chosen to help this random alien is anyone’s guess. Olimar is a charming fellow, to be sure, but to earn the loyalty of these creatures (who are quite obviously *not* warriors) to such a degree that they will, without hesitation, throw their lives at this enormous beast of a foe knowing good and well that one single pounce can end EVERY SINGLE FREAKING ONE OF THEM amazes me to no end. They would run, they would fight, and in a flash... they would all die. 

It happened so fast... I couldn't react fast enough. The fight was going well, a bit of kiting, and some well-aimed throws by me. This beast was soon to fall. Before I could even think, the creature leaned over, and I could see it all taking place in slow motion, but my body was frozen. I had positioned my forces to close to the beasts head, they were right in front of his gaping mouth. He fell forward, consuming all but a fortunate few. They were gone... My friends, my companions. The only thing I had left in this cruel and evil universe... crushed and killed. How could I have possible let this happen...? I had raised most of those Pikmin from bud. Picked by my very hands, I honed their skills, watched them grow and blossom. The other half....My god they were so young... hardly even blooming yet. Why did I think they were ready? What kind of creature could cause such wanton destruction? It has happened before. It will happen again. I don't know how much more I can take. This planet isn't right. So cruel. When will I make it home? What will happen to the Pikmin when I leave? I don't think I can take much more.......