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Los fanáticos de Marvel Rivals están estirando el potencial de meme de Mister Fantástico para su límite

Autor : Zoe Actualizar : Feb 23,2025

El señor fantástico de Marvel Rivals: un debut hilarantemente elástico

Mister Fantástico y la mujer invisible se unieron a los Marvel Rivals Fray el pasado fin de semana, comenzando la temporada 1 el 10 de enero. Si bien la recepción de la mujer invisible ha sido generalmente positiva, el diseño y habilidades únicas de Mister Fantástico han provocado una ola de memes y reacciones humorísticas.

Los poderes elásticos del científico elástico, particularmente sus habilidades de "fuerza elástica" y "caucho reflexivo", se prestan a interpretaciones cómicas. Las comparaciones con el Luffy de una pieza son desenfrenadas, alimentadas por su capacidad para retorcer su cuerpo en formas absurdas. Esto incluso ha inspirado a la comunidad de modding a crear máscaras personalizadas de una pieza, a pesar de la reciente represión de NetEase contra la modificación. Su habilidad de "caucho reflexivo", que implica crecer a proporciones del tamaño de un refrigerador, es otra fuente principal de diversión.

Mister Fantastic Meme

El potencial de meme del personaje se extiende más allá de sus habilidades. Varios jugadores, como @Boomerang \ _117 en X/Twitter, incluso han imaginado creativamente a Mister Fantástico sin su barba, destacando los aspectos algo inquietantes pero humorísticos de su diseño.

Mister Fantastic Meme

A pesar de las reacciones lúdicas, la recepción de Mister Fantástico no ha sido del todo negativa. Un usuario de Reddit elogió su diseño, afirmando que su naturaleza "estúpida, tonta y cursi" encarna perfectamente el espíritu del juego.

La recepción temprana de Mister Fantastic and the Invisible Woman sugiere un fuerte comienzo de la temporada 1. Con la cosa y la antorcha humana programada para la segunda mitad de la temporada, los fanáticos anticipan ansiosamente la llegada de los cuatro fantásticos completos y el potencial cómico que traen .

Para obtener más información, consulte las notas de parche de la temporada 1 de los Marvel Rivals, las tasas de ganancias de personajes, los últimos códigos para máscaras gratis y participe en nuestra lista de niveles comunitarios.

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