So as of lately, ever since this post on Tiny Cartridge, everyone and their mom has been posting creepy Pokemon stories. Where basically they are hacked cartridges left in flea markets or bought in random shops and the travesty they've presented the player. Honestly, I find these stories fascinating. Whether they are true or not is to be questioned, but for someone to have that hardcore of an imagination is pretty awesome. I've been reading a couple of them, but the one I linked to above is by far the best one. So if you are daring, then read up!


I have included the full story after the break...

 
So I'm going to date myself a little bit (at least as far as the gaming community is concerned). When Pokemon came out in 1998, I was in 8th grade. I remember begging my mom for hours on end to get the hot new game I saw in Nintendo Power. I remember the character art is what struck me then, and it still does to this day. Even though it had that anime feel, it also gave the illustrations a clean solid look. Something I grew to love even as an adult. I remember distinctly going to Wal-Mart and purchasing Pokemon Red as I dug the Charizard at the time. It also came with a pokemon manual of sorts that was also a poster. I couldn't have been happier.