I don't think I'd really need to explain much about myself to you. You grew up on me.
You saw me slay Bowser, snarf mushrooms, shoot fire, wear animal suits, throw prescription drugs, ride a dinosaur, play picross, smash turtles, throw radishes, grab countless amounts of coins, fight a massive ape, clean up an island, race go-karts, play baseball, play golf, play soccer, play tennis, referee boxing, and last but not least, save beautiful women who won't give me any play. How fucking hardcore is that?
You all know the basics. Red hat. Powerful legs for jumping. Mad plumbing skills. The perfect package. There was no one before me. Many imitators after me. But there is only one Mario Mario in this kingdom, and I'm here to stay.