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Earthbound Creator Says There’s Something In The Works
The creator of Earthbound, Shigesato Itoi, has revealed that some sort of Earthbound return is on the way. Itoi tried to make it perfectly clear that it is not Earthbound 4 which many were hoping. Speculation suggests that the team might be trying to get the Earthbound series on the Nintendo 3DS Virtual Console. Here’s a number of Tweets that Itoi shared on Twitter.
“Since I’m allowed to drop it on you all now, I’ll just go ahead and say it. The “Mother re-release” I’d mentioned a bit before, we’re making progress on that.”
“It’s not 4! We’re trying to get Mother working again right now. I still can’t mention any details, but I have to make clear that this isn’t ‘4’!”
by Shigesato Itoi
There was a girl violently bashing her foot against a soft drink vending machine.
“I put money in, but nothing came out.”
I watched the Bullion boots, cutting edge of epidemic fashion trends at the time, take aim at the vending machine and fire their shots with a few swift kicks.
An unrestrained boom of violent percussion echoed throughout the narrow hallway of the concert hall.
Bottles raged inside of the machine with a painful clatter.
The girl bitterly harassed the machine for a while longer, but finally gave up the struggle and headed back to the dressing room.
Seems she was some sort of band groupie.
When the girl disappeared from sight, I heard a voice from the vending machine speak to me.
“I can’t take this. I want revenge.”
“You tellin’ me to help you?”
“There’s money in my lower right side. It’s locked up, but if you give it a good tug, it’ll open. I’ll hire you with this money.”
I did as I was told and opened the hatch, but there was not a cent inside.
“Oh jeez, that girl didn’t even put any money in to begin with. This is too much.”
“Looks like you can’t afford to pay my premium. You didn’t have any other customers?”
“Now that you mention it, the attendant stopped by earlier and picked up all the cash. Just my luck. This is so depressing.”
“I see. Guess I’ve got no choice but to offer my services as a volunteer corps.”
“I’d appreciate that.”
“You got it.”
I went and searched for the girl from earlier, but it was to no avail.
“Please, don’t ever stop looking–for as long as you live. And when you find her, you beat her, and kick her, and twist quarters down her throat, and beat her, and, and–” the vending machine cried, trembling.
Several years have passed since that day, but I have never found that girl. My client may no longer exist in this world, but nevertheless, I continue the search for my foe.