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Smash Bros obtuvo su nombre porque los amigos \ "Smash \" Beef entre ellos

Autor : Eric Actualizar : Feb 28,2025

Smash Bros. Naming Origin: Friendly Rivalry

Celebrando 25 años del icónico juego de lucha contra el crossover de Nintendo, finalmente tenemos la historia definitiva detrás del nombre "Super Smash Bros.", directamente de su creador, Masahiro Sakurai.

Masahiro Sakurai revela el "Smash Bros." Historia

El papel crucial de Satoru Iwata en el nombre de Smash Bros.

Super Smash Bros., el célebre juego de lucha contra el crossover de Nintendo, presenta un elenco diverso de personajes de toda la vasta biblioteca de la compañía. Curiosamente, el nombre es un nombre inapropiado, ya que pocos personajes son en realidad hermanos, y algunos ni siquiera son hombres. Entonces, ¿cuál es la verdadera historia detrás del nombre? Si bien Nintendo nunca lo explicó oficialmente, Sakurai recientemente arrojó luz sobre el asunto.

En un reciente video de YouTube, Sakurai reveló que el nombre se originó en el concepto central del juego: "Amigos que resuelven disputas menores". El ex presidente de Nintendo, Satoru Iwata, jugó un papel importante en la solidificación del nombre, según Sakurai.

Sakurai explicó que varias sugerencias de nombres fueron de lluvia de ideas, culminando en una reunión con Shigesato Itoi (Creador de la serie Madre/Earthbound ) para finalizar el título. Sakurai acredita a Iwata con el elemento "Hermanos", afirmando que la intención de Iwata era transmitir una sensación de competencia amistosa en lugar de conflictos directos. "Aunque los personajes no eran hermanos, la palabra 'hermanos' implicaba una rivalidad amistosa, un asentamiento de desacuerdos menores", aclaró Sakurai.

Más allá del nombramiento, Sakurai compartió anécdotas personales sobre su relación con Iwata, incluida la participación directa de Iwata en la programación del prototipo original Super Smash Bros., entonces conocido como Dragon King: The Fighting Game , para la Nintendo 64.

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