Last year, when Asna was on her Digimon high, I’d ask her if she’d want to watch or try out Pokemon.
She put a snob face on and made it clear:
Earlier this year though, she caught my brother playing the Crystal version of Pokemon on his laptop, got intrigued, tried it on her own and got hooked.
If you have no basic clue what Pokemon’s about, it’s a Role Playing Game originating from Japan which requires the players to capture Pokemons as they walk along bushes and swim through seas and train them until they’re strong enough for battle. Players will meet and battle with other characters in the game as they go through stages, like the Gym Leaders (who are like, the masters of Pokemon trainers). The battles get tougher and tougher. The longer you play and the more missions you face, the further you go, geographically.
“Cikyong, where’s Kanto?”
“It’s where Tokyo is. It’s like a state”
“I’m trying to reach Kanto in Pokemon, it’s where the …”
And her words trailed off.
Do not dismiss Pokemon as child’s play. It requires strategies and thinking. Once you’re sucked into the game, it feels like a legit adventure – and I’m speaking from experience! During the weekends now, she’d rather stay home to train her Pokemons and be on battles rather than go out.
We were on Facebook Video once, when my brother and I were still in Tokyo last month. She was enthusiastic, letting us know that she’s on her way to a battle Gym Leader Whitney.
She called again minutes later, almost sobbing because she’d lost.
“Are you crying?”, I asked jokingly.
“… but I am about to cry. I hate Whitney! All of my Pokemon fainted!”, she added.
“Kan dah cakap, you must make your Pokemons stronger first!”, my brother interrupted.
Later she updated her Facebook status:
And right this minute, Asna is still playing Pokemon with my brother beside her, giving moral support and guidance – that’s how real it gets!
“Hey, I’ve already defeated all the leaders in Johto!”
“Yeah! Now I can go to Kanto”
She was all smiles.