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Hello. I'm your average pokémon enthusiast. I grew up in the usual way, playing Pokémon Red, Blue, Gold, Silver, etc. I've always had a fascination with the series since its inception in the '90s. Well, in reality, my fascination was more of an obsession. I had to, and I mean had to, play every single pokémon game, and see each and every one of them through to the end. Every time a new one came out, I was the first one in line at Walmart, Target, or Gamestop.
 
I would even buy one on Ebay when I had no other option. I had played through every single pokémon game by the time X and Y were slated to be released - or so I had thought. This is my narrative on a game that I came across recently that - you guessed it; I wish I never had come across in the first place. Before you get the wrong idea, this game isn't evil or haunted, at least not that I know of. It was just very…upsettingvery...upsetting. I am writing this as a cathartic means of releasing the affliction this game has caused me. Why would anyone have made this game, anyway? After reading my 'story', maybe you can tell me.
 
My account starts just a month ago. I was reminiscing about old video games with my college roommate while walking around campus. We did that sometimes when we had nothing better to do. Anyways, I told him that I had played every single pokémon game there was right from the get-go; from Red and Blue, all the way to Black and White, and I would soon play X and Y. It's not that my claim was all that impressive, it's just that most fans of the series had always played one or the other in each generation of its release - Red or Blue, Gold or Silver, and so on and so on. I played all of them.
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"Neither can I."
 
I wasn't given an option this time. Instead, the screen became glitchy for an instant, and my Pikachu had vanished. I also noticed that the water in the small pond had changed color. It became reddish. I assumed it was some sort of contrast issue on my monitor. I spoke to Vee again, and he said, "I ended your gift before you could." I kept talking to him, but that is all he would say. I hit START and looked at my pokemon. There was nothing there. I sat there for a second and looked around. I determined that maybe the discoloration in the pond wasn't a contrast issue after all. I walked over to it and pressed A. I heard Pikachu's battle cry. A text box appeared that said, "The water is calm and red…red..." After this, the game closed itself, as if it was over. I started it up again, played through, and the same exact thing happened. That was the entire game.
 
I can't really describe to you the sinking feeling that I had in the pit of my stomach after playing this game - twice no less. It was like witnessing something so morally grotesque that it just ruins your day, and as much as you try, you just can't seem to shake it. It's like a dark image that you feel the need to erase from your memory. I could only gather that "Vee" killed my Pikachu and the red in the water behind the daycare center was my Pikachu's blood. Why would anyone make this game? Honestly, I don't care. I just want to forget about it. I no longer feel a need to play Pokemon Yellow. The game I played on the emulator didn't traumatize me, but it did affect me. My obsession has become tainted. I may play Pokemon Yellow one day, but I don't need to. Writing this has made me feel a bit better. Well, that is all.
 
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