Lately Mario's been losing sleep. Dreaming about the things that he could be. He's been praying hard and he decides "No more counting coins, I'll be counting stars" He's seen this life, like a swinging vine, swing his heart across the line. In his face is flashing signs, seek it out and he shall find. Old, but he's not that old. Young, but he's not that bold. And he don't think the world is sold. He's just doing what he is told. He feels something so right but he's doing the wrong thing. He couldn't lie couldn't lie couldn't lie.... Everything that kills him......... makes him feel alive.
That has been.... the origin story
of Super Mario 64.
(GET IT? 120 STARS?)