Epic thread is epic.
Pokémen
I wonder if it was this easy to come up with originally.
Ryan #11
I’ve stalled out a little.
There’s some point in most games where it kind if just stops going anywhere
The beginnings of most games are super exciting. You’re learning about the world around you. There are people to meet and things to do. You care about the characters and you even get to know your virtual self.
About two or three hours into it, it just turns into the same goddamn thing for the rest of your video game life. DO A THING DO ANOTHER THING DO THE SAME THING IN LESS TIME.
I guess that’s kind of like life. When you’re little everything is exciting. Rocks and trees are all brand new. There’s new words and animals. By the time you hit 20 you’ve only got a few big things coming up. The rest is just getting shit done.
Pokemon may be more realistic than I thought.
I beat Pokemon Red in 15 Hours and 55 Minutes (But Who’s Counting?)
It all seems so…..I don’t know, pointless? It would be great if I could just start Gold or Silver with everything I got in Red, but apparently it doesn’t really work that way.
There’s no way I’m going to “catch ‘em all”, what with there being 150 (151) of “‘em”.
FINE…I’ll get Mewtwo. FINE.
Geesh.
I think Pokemon was never really about catching Pokemon. I think it was, is, and will always be about beating your friends in the virtual rock-paper-scissors (-earth-fire-ghost-etc) that is the game’s battle system.
Speaking of non sequiturs, I would suggest that the little bastard you start with says a lot about you. I’ll break it down…..
Charmander: Rebellious, but with an eye for beauty. You know it makes no sense, what with the first boss using Rock Pokemon. It’s simply Onixceptable (ha!) but you do it anyway. If you were an Irish playwright, you’d be Oscar Wilde.
Squirtle: We get it. You know how to play a video-game, and you enjoy winning. You do get points, however, for choosing such a effeminate friend in a game that is all about faux masculinity. If YOU were an Irish playwright, you’d be George Bernard Shaw.
Bulbasaur: You wear a helmet, or you should….not because of any mental capabilities you may or may not have…rather, you just like safety. Good for you! You would not be an Irish playwright, though you might know where Ireland is.
Max
If you were wondering whether “Rage” can be disabled in the midst of a battle by a fucking Drowzee…….it can.
Oh Pokemon. It’s love/hate these past few days. Why can’t it be as simple as when I was 10?
Ryan #10
I know it’s foolish to demand any level of realism from Pokemon, but I can’t help be irrationally irritated by the game’s complete disregard for dimension.
I’m in Saffron City, which, as you know, is home to Silph Co., which is housed in a very large building in the middle of town. The building is so tall (how tall is it?) that it extends onto the road on the north side of the block. AND I CANNOT WALK DOWN THAT ROAD.
I’m not allowed to walk behind the goddamn building! I can walk “above” the building, but I can’t walk behind it! I feel like I wandered into an MC Escher drawing.
I am a victim of perspective.
Max #7
So. How much did video games affect our generation? (I’d define, loosely, the generation as being anyone currently between the ages of 17 and 25). Probably more than we’d care to admit it…for instance, Super Mario 64 is responsible for anxiety disorder. It’s just a fact. Ready? THE UNDERWATER LEVEL. Wherein Mario is forced to submerge in murky and uncertain waters teeming with ocean monsters AND the threat of drowning at every turn. Unless you get the coins, which somehow give you the oxygen to survive until the next bout of beeps and whistles that remind you of your hero’s weak hold on existance. It’s terrifying…and it’s like, the third level in the game, or something. I’d suggest that we all need to relax, breathe deep, and realize that we aren’t underwater searching for stars. We can take our time. It’s ridiculous.
