Well, not if you’re already a Pokéaddict, for you
know more about this stuff than we do. Besides, you’re probably too
busy playing it, or its sister (no sexism there, chromosomically it
almost certainly has to be), Pokémon X.
normally when Pokéanything crosses our desks, we freak out and call
in one of the Gamesblip Brat Army (or ‘GBA’ – we must update that)
to cover it. We then blurt out two
slices of word bread to enclose it and
send it interwebzwards.
This time, however, we braved up and decided to tackle this
puppy/birdie/insectoid/cuddly/bunny/broccoli beastie thingy
ourselves. It’s a kids’ game, yeah? How deep could it be?
Well, luckily we can swim. Basically of the genus
Turnedus-Basedus RPGus or, if you’re not into Roadrunner cartoons, a
turn-based RPG, the depth here is astonishing.
you’re a girl or boy who moves to a new town and is given a Poképet by
a professor, to go about collecting more so as to fill his
Poké(in)dex. He must be a lonely chap. You find them in long grass,
take them out with any of your own arsenal and their abilities, or
add them to it if you haven’t previously adopted that species. Plus
you’ll encounter other collectors, fight their charges and
You also play various games with your Pokéthingummies, strengthen
them, upgrade their abilities and more as you trundle about the
expansive world – now in 3D for the first time. Apparently. You’ll
gyrate at the gym, lurk in libraries, swindle swapsies and much more
than we can squeeze in here.
Imagine all the steroids that
you suspect Arnie, Sly, JCVD and such may have necked in their
lifetimes. Then imagine them fed to a ’net-enabled Tamagotchi . That’s Pokémon
Y, and it’s fluffily addictive.
Can’t type. Gotta catch