I'd prefer it you kept this uncolored: the line work punctuates the morose nature of the mario character; I mean, regardless of his constant struffling that assanine slut, peach is always in another castle. The man's life is a sisyphis-esque montage of failure after failure. The sketch-like aesthetic keeps the relatability of the work; the sentiment feels firmly rooted in the street-level minset. Also, it's just hysterical because it's a picture of a depressed childhood icon.