In which someone actively refuses to fix their categorization just to spite me, and I continue to be baffled that everyone loses their mind over this.
So, with no sign of lunatone, let’s go see how Guzma’s doing. (more…)
“I had to get this kill, or else I would go hungry tonight in the Village. The Elk I was about to murder sat grazing in the meadow.”
I’m actually getting near a full pokedex, so I decide it’s time to get trading. First off, I go to try to get a few sandshrew and drampa. (more…)
…Yes? What is it? Do you need something from me? says a grey-haired man in the dull clothes of probably the hotel janitor. Oh… Ah… I see… So you know Kagetora? You would like a Pokemon battle from me? How…nostalgic. It’s been quite some time.
Good god, can this get more depressing? (more…)
“A decade ago was way different than today. A decade ago, all Pokemon names were in all caps. Now we have official games where everything is lowercased but the species name is STILL capitalized. So, YOUR facts are the ones that are wrong. This is their universe, their rules, their spelling.
But what it sounds like you’re saying, to me, is that J.R.R. Tolkein, one of the most celebrated authors of the 20th century, would also be a bad writer by this assumption. In Lord of the Rings, he capitalized the word “Ent” which is a species. According to you, however, that is not a word which should be capitalized according to your specific doctrine. How, then, do you explain that?”
Some moemon fic that seems like it may not be absolutely horrible, and a YA dystopia novel that somehow got mixed up with Pokemon. Otherwise, pretty boring.
To the mart and a sidequest I’d forgotten about!
…Hold on a second there, pal. You look to me like a kid…buuut I can tell just by looking at you that
Bonnibel keeps smiling, fearless and terrible, daring him to try something.
you’re a pretty decent Trainer, the man recovers. (more…)
I’ve very nearly completed the pokedex, so I decided to keep doing that for a bit. (more…)
In which I discover that the people who write canon-compliant pokemon high school fics are even worse than the ones who write pokehumans.
On the brighter side, someone finally has a reasonable response to the original fiction issue.
Featuring one of those “realistic” fics that spends ages explaining how the Australian military chose to genetically engineer an umbreon as an infiltrator because big cats are stealthy.
Also, “In the city of Rustboro, society is changing alarmingly. Humans and Pokémon walk in the same streets and drink at the same bars. Poké Ball sales are at an all-time low. Some Pokémon are even joining the city’s politicians. Matters are not helped, however, by the rise of a new terrorist Team, hell-bent on fully integrating Pokémon into human society…”
“And are you perchance from Germany or northern Europe? You seem a very direct kind of person!”
A few attempts at pokemon-trainer romance that fail to grasp the inherent issues.
Alright, so I go back to Aether, again, and back to the labs, again, and this time I hit a cutscene.
Wicke: Bonnibel. Welcome back.
I still have no idea what’s with her. (more…)
As is now tradition, Farla bought me a smattering of indie games for Christmas. Most of them will come in a quickpost, but this one was so awful it gets its own.
To begin with, this is basically The Name of the Wind: The Video Game. The developers apparently thought the best way to tell a story about the grueling monotony of modern life was to force players to do grueling monotonous tasks. My final playtime was somewhere around 9 hours, and maybe half of that was actually spent on plot. The gameplay consists of nothing but walking around at a mind-numbingly slow pace, talking to people to advance quests, and money grinding. It’s totally superfluous and maddeningly dull. This story might possibly have worked as a novel or movie, but it does not work as a game.