There's a photo of me at around six or seven, curled up on a porch swing and clutching my lime green GameBoy Color, dinked-up Pokemon Crystal cartridge sticking out the back. I spent hours and hours in that virtual world, training up the cutest and quirkiest of the creatures to become deadly killers to carry out my bidding. Countless crime syndicates- Teams Rocket, Aqua, Magma and Glactic- fell under my unbreakable fist of justice.
(You did have to wonder about the gym leaders who devoted their lives to the ancient art of battle, though, when they could be easily vanquished by any adventure-seeking adolescent with a free afternoon.)
I even forced my friend Lindsey to play Pokemon trainer with me at recess. The shadow of the plastic tunnel at the playground became our campsite, the area by the spring-mounted frog and squirrel rides our perilous battleground.
HOW I IMAGINED I LOOKED ENGAGING IN SAID ACTIVITY:
(...Well, I can't do a google search for this, but if you can just imagine a dorky second-grader running around a playground and shouting "I choose you, charizard!" you'll have a pretty good mental image.)
In short, I was unstoppable.
Even now the games encompass so much warm nostalgia when I play them (like hugging a pony), and the gameplay is undeniably addictive. But as somewhat of a veteran player who's completed games from every generation, it does get repetitive. A change of a pixel avatar, some fresh monsters, and a new group of bumbling antagonists to bring down every couple of years isn't exactly a complete overhaul.
Enter the Nuzlocke Challenge.
I've only just begun, but feel more fierce devotion to my rattata (Tate)
I can only hope the remainder of the Challenge will be so carefree.
Good day to you, and may you catch 'em all.
~Elizabeth
Le Cool Trainer I've always been
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