Ibrahim Souare

A few weeks ago, back in August, a handful of us were at the Foons house kicking back, having a great night. Gunnar, like he usually does, suggested a few games of Mario Kart. The rest of us, being avid Mario Kart enjoyers, made our way to the couch. Gunnar took the first match scoring a cool, clean 57 points.  The second match was about to begin when I noticed a handful of people trickle into the house forming a small crowd. Jayce and Gunnar battled back and forth over the next two races, each winning a race. It appeared as if the crowd had been growing steadily over the two races. Jayce won the third race by a mile, and it appeared highly likely Jayce would win the match as he was ahead of Gunnar by 8 points. It would take a miracle for someone else to win. All of a sudden, Gunnar went entirely catatonic. He was unresponsive and would no longer be able to finish the match. A voice rang out from the moderately sized crowd “Let me take his place.” A hooded figure appeared. Nobody knew who or what this guy was. He took the JoyCon and assumed the position. 3…2…1…START. Jayce was off to a good start, with a 4 place lead over the hooded man. Jayce finished the first lap solidly in first place; however, the hooded man was on his tail. Halfway through lap two, the hooded man overtook Jayce for the first time and never looked back. At this point, Jayce was in his own head, and just couldn’t catch a break. Red shell, blue shell, green shell, banana. You name it, Jayce was hitting it. Victory! Victory for the hooded man! The house erupted into chaos, everyone hooting and hollering and celebrating the underdog. But who was this man? We still had no clue. We asked him, “Who are you, hooded man?” He lifted his hood to reveal the most goated, most nonchalant dreadhead in the history of the universe, Ibrahim Souare.