I'm aware the game is universally lambasted but I'm having so much fun with it.

I was battling some woman and a group of five smolives walked by in the background and I noticed one of them had a black olive instead of a green one. After I won against the woman I ran up to the little one with the black olive and it was indeed a shiny. I named her Madeline.

The woman in the city who rates your pokemon's size says I have the thiccest jigglypuff she's ever seen.

spoiler

Sending out my tandemaus couple for the hundredth time only to find that they've started a family

is probably the most fun surprise I've ever had playing a pokemon game.

    • christian [he/him]
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      2 years ago

      Why is finding joy in a shitty game reactionary?

    • ClimateChangeAnxiety [he/him, they/them]
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      2 years ago

      Seriously the open world is fucking barren. It looks like World of Warcraft circa 2005. Which is especially embarrassing given how beautiful the world in Arceus was.

      Trainers don’t even force you to battle so I forget to fight them until I come back to get the bonus reward for the area and just cream them.

    • macabrett
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      2 years ago

      You don’t need to be reactionary and pretend a game is good because gamers are shitting on it lmao.

      ANYONE WHO LIKES SOMETHING IS A REACTIONARY

      • ifgehrehnenyissponde [he/him,they/them]
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        2 years ago

        No, everything has to be serious at all times and we cannot find any humor in the absurdity of hell world. The last time I smiled was on August 19th, 1991. I wear a dirty ushanka at all times, do not shave, and only take cold sponge baths because hot running water is bourgeoisie decadence. Every day at exactly noon I have the same meal of an expired Maoist MRE I store in a pit covered in old issues of a revolutionary newspaper. I sleep in a bed made of flags from every failed revolution so that they are never forgotten. In the evenings I stare at a picture of vodka by candlelight, but I do not allow myself to drink because there is nothing to celebrate. Every local org has banned me after I attempted to split it by assassinating the leadership. There is no plumbing in my house I shit in a brass bucket with a picture of Gonzalo and Deng french kissing in the bottom of it. My house is actually an overturned T34 in an abandoned junkyard in Wisconsin. I have a single friend in this world and it is a tapeworm named Bordiga that I met after ingesting spoiled borscht on 9/11 in the ruins of building 7 (I blew it up after finding that a nominally leftist NGO inside of it wasn’t sufficiently anti-imperialist, the attacks on the world trade center were a perfect revolutionary moment for me to enact direct praxis against liberalism). My source of income is various MLM schemes in the former soviet bloc that have been running for so long no one remembers who I am, they just keep sending money. I have not paid taxes since McGovern lost the Democratic nomination for president and my faith in electoralism died more brutally than my childhood dog after it got into an entire jar of tylenol. I own 29 fully automatic rusted kalashnikovs and three crates of ammunition entirely incompatible with them or any other firearms I own. My double PHD in marxist economics and 18th century Swiss philosophy (required to understand Engels) sits over the fireplace of my home, my fireplace is a salvaged drum from a 1950s washing machine that was recalled for locking children inside of it. I chose that washing machine model on purpose because I am anti-natalist. During the latest BLM protests I firebombed a Nikes outlet in the middle of a peaceful candlelit vigil. William F Buckley and I wrote hatemail to one another for 47 years until my final letter gave him an aneurysm. The only water I drink is from puddles. George Lucas and I dropped acid together during an MKULTRA southern baptist summer camp and he went on to write the movie Willow about our time together. The best way to test whether an electrical wire is live is to drool on it and shrimp salad is racist. You can make an IED out of potassium and the instructions are online thanks to Timothy McVey, who was actually a committed antifascist communist slandered by the deep state as part of operation condor. Every time a liberal files a restraining order against me, I carve a mark into the wall. I am running out of walls. When Amerika finally collapses I will be ready to lead the revolution. I am very smart and people like being around me.

    • WoofWoof91 [comrade/them]
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      2 years ago

      The open world concept falls apart if you do any of the gyms out of order, as you become massively overleveled. Like being able to do the gyms in any order is one of the main features of this gen and it doesn’t even fucking work lmao.

      funny that a years-old romhack managed to do that well but gamefreak can't

    • Socialcreditscorr [they/them,she/her]
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      2 years ago

      Nah, these games are awful regardless of the performance issues. The open world is bland and empty. There are no interiors to explore. You can’t enter houses or buildings anymore and the shops and pokecenters have been replaced with a menu. All 8 gyms have the same recycled design.

      They fucked the difficulty even more by removing set battles. Still can’t disable experience share. The open world concept falls apart if you do any of the gyms out of order, as you become massively overleveled. Like being able to do the gyms in any order is one of the main features of this gen and it doesn’t even fucking work lmao.

      I thought I was going crazy that no one else here was acknowledging any of this and insisting it was great beyond the jank. I was wondering if it was because Im so used to mmos and tripple AAA open worlds and even played the Crystal Clear that was linked further down so the dream senario of finally having an open world pokmon game didn't really impress me like it seemed to everyone else here? But someone else seems to think its a better story then black and white so maybe thats it?