some personal thoughts on pokemon and games and my own brain, 's gonna be a thread.
So uh, I've maybe mentioned this before but ages ago I got Pokemon Blue when it first came out in the UK. I told myself I "just wanted to see what all the fuss was about" (yeah right kiddo you fuckin' saved up for that shit to play it you fuckin loved the idea of it but w/e), and spent every waking moment I could playing it. I was hooked as hell.
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My cousin had been bragging about how he had pokemon red and how he was nearly at the elite four and I was really, really looking forward to completing the game so we could trade and battle and such since he had a gameboy and a link cable as well and I just had a gameboy and blue.
One time when I was really getting to grips with the brick wall that was the Elite Four and finally starting to make progrss
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loaded my save, and went to check out my pokemon.
They were all released, except for a bunch of trashy pokemon I had caught as placeholder trades or ones I hadn't trained at all because they were so far behind my main team and assorted substitutes I had levelled up for other gyms.
My charizard was gone too, no getting that back ever. all gone. I would have to restart from scratch. I never did. The game was dead.
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I literally couldn't face even booting it up with a new save. I couldn't face looking at the cartridge. I gave it and my GB Classic to my little brother instead in despair. I TRIED Crystal, using my new GBA SP that I had years later, still couldn't bear to play it.
Eventually Leaf Green came along and I got all the way to the elite four but then... couldn't play it any more. Just... couldn't bring myself to.
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That day when I discovered my cousin had destroyed my pokemon blue save deliberately because he was lying about all his progress in Red and didn't want to be shown up was almost like someone had murdered all my friends while my back was turned and then I'd come back to find their corpses.
I was heartbroken.
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So when I say that Swoosh is the first time I have ever been this into a pokemon game since Blue, I mean it.
When nuzlocke runs became a thing I never saw the point of doing one of them myself because A) nuzlocke runs are supposed to "make every pokemon more important to the player as opposed to weapons or tools", but they were already important to me, already all nicknamed, already all special.
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Even the ones I never trained still had nicknames, even the ones I was planning on trading away. They were all friends, all loved.
...sure they don't die if they faint in my games, but... I do feel genuinely upset if they get taken out and I can't heal them back up. I will literally sacrifice a turn just to revive them if I can.
I've needed this game. I'm actually healing I guess??
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I never realised until today that this event was STILL affecting me to this day. I don't hold any anger any more at my cousin, he was a stupid kid at the time and, fuck it, we all fuck up and do shitty things at least once.
But it still affected me in any pokemon game I tried to play.
Pokemon Swoosh has let me move on finally. I feel like I can let go finally. I don't feel angry or sad any more about it.
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@Nine ❤️
some personal thoughts on pokemon and games and my own brain, 's gonna be a thread.
he came over and I proudly showed him my pokemon save, eager to finally be able to trade and battle with him to see whose team was strongest since surely he'd completed the game by now.
I went downstairs for a drink, while - since he had asked to - he looked through my pokemon as to what I'd caught and what he wanted to trade for when he brought his over.
After he had gone I turned my gameboy on again and