In a fit of Macho Madness I decided I was going to try and grow the hairiest of chests that can only come from besting Jagged Jewels on mirror mode....
What fresh hell have I stepped into?! it's no longer just a fight against the stage itself, it's a fight against your mind, there's another fiendish element at play, one that permeates the deepest recesses of my very being, a psychological terror that comes from seeing instant death everywhere. See it's not just enough that damn near everything you see in the stage will end your run if you even step one toe out of line, it's like an overload on the senses, a spiky sensory overload, platforms that once would not seem so terrifying take on a grotesque new life, I sat on the edge of a platform as spike crushers slammed down mere inches away from DK glaring intently at a bog standard Tiki roaming back and forth on a slowly moving platform surrounded by a tilting spiky ring, not even one of the ones that goes all the way around, just the one that teeters ever so slightly up and down, locked in terror for near a minute waiting for that one safe moment to make the leap.
Over I go but egads! I barely missed the bugger, a split second remains before he edges into me but summoning forth all my reactionary powers I squash the tiki flat, sweet relief washes over me.
And then I jump over to the next platform and get immediately wrecked by one of those buzzsaw like creatures, shit, I can't take this, it's too much for my heart to endure, I didn't even reach the slanting pillar like platforms!
Did have some fun with some of the world 9 stages in mirror mode, that spike wall section of the third stage suddenly becomes that much trickier when faced with all the path obstructing fire tikis.