With two very valuable-sounding Pokémon games launching in July—a mere two months after the sublime Wind Waker—2003 was shaping up to one cracking year…until I realised that, in my insatiable greed, I’d left nothing for my birthday. By that point, I was 13 and—heralded by thunder and lightning—transformed furiously into some terrific moody and depressed beast! A teenager!
A moody, depressed, Pokémon-playing teenager, that is.
Because while everyone else was spending puberty complaining about how Ruby and Sapphire were vile edifices of stink, I was feverishly waking up each Saturday morning to catch Pokémon Advance. “A kid from Pallet Town, with a brand new world to see, ” I’d start to sing, and things would never be the same again. [8]
Posted on Tuesday September 21st