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La película de Super Mario Bros. inspira la revisión de los personajes en Mario Kart 9

Autor : Christian Actualizar : Feb 24,2025

La reciente revelación de Nintendo de Nintendo Switch 2 y Mario Kart 9 ha provocado una discusión entre los fanáticos, particularmente con respecto a la apariencia rediseñada de Donkey Kong. El nuevo aspecto del personaje parece muy influenciado por su interpretación en The Super Mario Bros. Movie .

Mientras que muchos personajes Mario Kart 9 conservan sus diseños familiares, el modelo actualizado de Donkey Kong es sorprendentemente diferente de sus iteraciones anteriores en juegos como Mario Kart 8 , Mario Tennis y Donkey Kong Country Returns . Su diseño de larga data ha sufrido una revisión significativa, aparentemente adoptando elementos del exitoso estilo visual de la película.

Donkey Kong en Mario Kart 8, The Animated Film, y Mario Kart 9 (Crédito de imagen: Nintendo)

El trailer Mario Kart 9 ofreció solo vislumbres fugaces de Donkey Kong, haciendo una comparación exhaustiva desafiante. Sin embargo, las diferencias ya son evidentes. Es probable que surja una comparación más detallada de lado a lado después del Nintendo Direct de abril, que se espera que muestre el Nintendo Switch 2 más extensamente. El trailer de revelación de la consola insinuó la compatibilidad hacia atrás, los nuevos botones Joy-Con y el potencial para usar el controlador como mouse.

A pesar de una ventana de lanzamiento de 2025, el lanzamiento de Nintendo Switch 2 se anticipa más cerca de junio, dados los numerosos eventos prácticos planificados en todo el mundo. Se espera que el registro para estos eventos se abra en breve.

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