Link to original post: [drupal=1307]What happened to Pokemon?[/drupal]
I recall a few years back. It was a simpler time, a better time. When Johnny Bravo was the epitome of cool, and everyone you knew had Pogs. I loved games, and having handheld consoles would be amazing, I thought. Then I heard news of the Gameboy, and picked myself up a yellow Gameboy Color, and didn't know what to do with it. I one day stumbled upon a small wall filled with cartridges. This was back when stores didn't have those large walls with the 360, Wii, and PS3 games. There, I saw it. At the very top, on the far left was Pokemon: Yellow Version, with Pikachu striking a pose on the cover. I heard good things about this, and decided to convince my parents that my life depended on me getting this game. I spent days playing this because it was so addicting. I was on a boat in Vermillion one time, yeah, that's right. I was on a boat. I had to find the captain so I could learn cut because obviously, my character was too stupid to crawl under the bush. Whatever. To my dismay, Gary was right behind me, and I had easily lost my battle against him. It was so unexpected, I almost cried. He beat me because my Pikachu was so badly trained and it hated me. Jerk. I named it "butty", if I recall, so can you blame him? I lost the battle, and redid everything. All that hard work for nothing. But I didn't quit! I was determined to beat this game.
After spending a good deal of time staying up all night, I finally beat the game. I had possibly the greatest team ever made, and I was ready to take on the world. The Pokemon scene was pretty big back then, I played people at tournaments regularly, you might recognize some of the big names, I was one of them, actually. My Pikachu was said to be undefeatable, and I was most notably the only person with a Caterpie on my team.
So I ask you. Why did the original tournament scene die? D:
Why?!
I recall a few years back. It was a simpler time, a better time. When Johnny Bravo was the epitome of cool, and everyone you knew had Pogs. I loved games, and having handheld consoles would be amazing, I thought. Then I heard news of the Gameboy, and picked myself up a yellow Gameboy Color, and didn't know what to do with it. I one day stumbled upon a small wall filled with cartridges. This was back when stores didn't have those large walls with the 360, Wii, and PS3 games. There, I saw it. At the very top, on the far left was Pokemon: Yellow Version, with Pikachu striking a pose on the cover. I heard good things about this, and decided to convince my parents that my life depended on me getting this game. I spent days playing this because it was so addicting. I was on a boat in Vermillion one time, yeah, that's right. I was on a boat. I had to find the captain so I could learn cut because obviously, my character was too stupid to crawl under the bush. Whatever. To my dismay, Gary was right behind me, and I had easily lost my battle against him. It was so unexpected, I almost cried. He beat me because my Pikachu was so badly trained and it hated me. Jerk. I named it "butty", if I recall, so can you blame him? I lost the battle, and redid everything. All that hard work for nothing. But I didn't quit! I was determined to beat this game.
After spending a good deal of time staying up all night, I finally beat the game. I had possibly the greatest team ever made, and I was ready to take on the world. The Pokemon scene was pretty big back then, I played people at tournaments regularly, you might recognize some of the big names, I was one of them, actually. My Pikachu was said to be undefeatable, and I was most notably the only person with a Caterpie on my team.
So I ask you. Why did the original tournament scene die? D:
Why?!
