The first rays of dawn filtered through the bedroom window, casting a warm glow on Mario’s sleeping form. A soft hum of white noise filled the room, emitting from the speakers of an old 1980s-colored TV cradled in his arms. The avatar seemed to mumble something as he shifted, pulling the TV closer to his face with a content sigh. The white noise fell silent as the screen on the TV flickered on. Static filled the screen before it revealed two tired eyes, one bigger than the other, and colorful test bars stretching to a yawn as His antennas dropped downwards. He would have taken in the beautiful rays of dawn, if it weren’t for the uncomfortable view of Mario all up in his face. “Wh- Mario! Get your mouth off my screen! Do you know how long it took to clean it yesterday?!”