Go, Blastoise! (Rain)
Nov 9, 2013 11:10:50 GMT -5
Post by Wren O'Hara on Nov 9, 2013 11:10:50 GMT -5
Wren was huddled into the corner of one of the couches with his face impossibly close to his Nintendo 3DS. Quiet but upbeat music could be heard emanating from the device, and the associated stylus was held prone in one hand.
His eyebrows were furrowed.
His sister Dessa had sent him a Pokémon Y cartridge as a gift, and he’d been playing it almost constantly aside from pool breaks and classes. Even after several consecutive hours of play, though, he hadn’t been able to progress past the fourth Gym – namely, the Coumarine City Gym, led by none other than Ramos, who specialized in Grass-type Pokémon.
It would be fair to speculate that the majority of Wren’s frustration stemmed from the fact that his team was made entirely of Water-type Pokémon, and thus none of his attacks were especially effective. Wren, too, had considered this, but had dismissed the thought as prematurely defeatist. If he got his Pokémon strong enough, he thought, he could definitely beat the old guy.
Even plants could drown, right?
He thus spent the next half hour sitting almost completely still and making his in-game character run around in the tall grass. Sometime around the 24th encounter with a Flabébé, however, he gripped the stylus tightly in frustration and decided to express his annoyance to anyone and everyone who happened to be nearby.
“Why is it called Coumarine City if the Gym Leader specializes in Grass-types?” he asked, without context. “Marine means water, right? How does that even make sense? This is stupid.”
His eyebrows were furrowed.
His sister Dessa had sent him a Pokémon Y cartridge as a gift, and he’d been playing it almost constantly aside from pool breaks and classes. Even after several consecutive hours of play, though, he hadn’t been able to progress past the fourth Gym – namely, the Coumarine City Gym, led by none other than Ramos, who specialized in Grass-type Pokémon.
It would be fair to speculate that the majority of Wren’s frustration stemmed from the fact that his team was made entirely of Water-type Pokémon, and thus none of his attacks were especially effective. Wren, too, had considered this, but had dismissed the thought as prematurely defeatist. If he got his Pokémon strong enough, he thought, he could definitely beat the old guy.
Even plants could drown, right?
He thus spent the next half hour sitting almost completely still and making his in-game character run around in the tall grass. Sometime around the 24th encounter with a Flabébé, however, he gripped the stylus tightly in frustration and decided to express his annoyance to anyone and everyone who happened to be nearby.
“Why is it called Coumarine City if the Gym Leader specializes in Grass-types?” he asked, without context. “Marine means water, right? How does that even make sense? This is stupid.”