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
