I ran. I ran as fast as I could. I can't believe today actually came. I've waited months and months, I've read article upon article, I got every little bit of information I could and crammed it into my brain. Now, the day has arrived and I am only metres away from the video game store. I've had my copy on pre-order for 2 months just so I could definitely grab my hands on a copy; I wasn't going to leave it up to chance.
I'm in. I run up to the nearest clerk, my mind too frazzled on the prize that await I could only speak a couple of words. “Pokémon...pre-order...I have!!” I blurted out trying to catch my breath. “You have a pre-order on Pokémon Purple?” the clerk asked trying to make sense of what I said. “Yes!” I shouted. What's your name?” the clerk asked. “My name is...” I paused, looked at the two, slightly chubby, blondes with the thick framed glasses and exclaimed “MICHAEL BARKER!”. The girls looked at me weird. Looks like no BJ's for ol' Michael today, oh well. “Ah yes, Michael Barker...and here's your copy.”. I slammed the correct change on the counter, ripped off my own receipt and headed straight out the door.
Running, running ever so fast. “Thank God I do track!” I thought as I zipped through the mall and through the suburbs of Utah. As I ran all I could think about was Pokémon. 100 new Pokémon, 10 additional evolutions to existing Pokémon and of course, the best ever feature for a Pokémon game, Internet play. Yes, finally I could not only challenge those at conventions, mall gatherings or at school but now, the world. The world would know my name as the ultimate Pokémon master, none would win against me and my carefully chosen, expertly trained Pokémon. Everybody from America to Japan, from Finland to Australia would know the name, Michael Barker. In preparation I replayed all my version. If my Pokémon were to be fit and ready, their master had to be as well.
I was home. I fumbled with the keys, jamming the correct one into the keyhole. I tossed my schoolbag on the floor and ran upstairs. I searched for my Gameboy which I remembering leaving on my desk. I grabbed it and tossed it onto the bed. I picked at the seal on the cardboard packaging of my newly acquired game. I tossed the packaging aside and slid the cartridge into my sliver Nintendo DS and flicked the power on.
I watched the opening sequence; I was satisfied. It seems like I was in for an amazing game, or so I thought. I played through the beginning, going through the usual. Meeting the rival, meeting the professor, acquiring my starter Pokémon (I chose an Aquaroo; it's a water type) and I played for a full hour getting up to the first badge gym. Then it hit me, hit me like a level one hundred Blastoise using hydro pump on a level five Sandshrew. My jaw dropped slightly in absolute shock.
I was mortified. I assumed it was just a one of, then maybe a couple, or maybe just the ones in this area, but it came to be too much of a coincidence. The designs of all these Pokémon were crap, not a good one in sight. Why didn't notice it earlier? Was I so blinded by the excitement of a new Pokémon game that I failed to realise this game failed as much as the Chargers? Whatever it was I shut off my Gameboy DS abruptly. I was angry. I haven't been this upset since Adriana Lima rejected my surprise marriage proposal and acquired a restraining order on me. What as I do to? A thought sprang into mind. I knew where I could voice myself, the one place where, and maybe, if they cared, help with this problem. I opened up my wed browser and got onto KMC; Killer Movies Community.
I headed straight for the video games forum rapidly scrolling and clicking. I opened up a new thread expressing my disgust and wondered if others felt the same or if they could shed some light on the issue. “ Sweetie Pie, Michael, dinner's ready!” mom shouted from the bottom of the staircase. “I'm coming faster than Mist, mom” I said wittingly to which mom replied “Who's that?”. I realised mom didn't know who that was and I just ignored her question. “I'll save that insult for online” I thought scheming “but now, it's time to get my grub on!”.
I finished my dinner and quickly proceeded back to my room. I refreshed the browser to see five replies.
“i dunt playz pokémon, l01. ” replied a smirking Thörin
“I thought you were too busy tracking it out in Utah! ” Röland noted dully.
I wasn't getting anywhere with these comments. None of my peers thought this was serious. I then scrolled down to the bottom of the page. Finally, a serious and insightful comment!
“Yeah, I hated those graphics. Who do they think they're f*cking kidding?! I'm seriously thinking of going to Japan and teach those sushi eating, eating wearing, hentai loving cocks a lesson!”
An idea sprung into my head. It was as if a light bulb on top of my head was switched on. Calling up Nintendo Japan or posting about it on a forum wouldn't get my complainant rectified I would have to visit them myself! This poster, this significant person, would accompany me on my journey. I checked the left side of the screen to see the username. It consisted of five letters and one number. This name, Kram3r.
Last edited by Kram3r on May 20th, 2007 at 07:37 AM
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May 14th, 2007 08:30 AM
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” Röland noted dully.
