Pokemon has been a part of my life, off and on, for about sixteen years. I think it’s time I started writing stuff about it. I make no promises as to how long this series will last.
Look at this Biollante Ivysaur.
Learning to play Pokemon in a way that isn’t just always using your strongest attack, aka I ran out of Blizzard pp, aka haha, Leer! Who needs Leer? is a process that every me goes through. Currently, I’m in the middle of the struggle to actually attempt to use strategy, and finding that happy median means taking advantage of shit like Poison Powder, which Ivysaur learned.
Poison Powder isn’t a move that gives you immediate gratification. It’s no Hyper Beam or Thunder, moves that, when used, I imagine turn the opponent into a mound of black ash, with two cartoonish eyes blinking confusedly in the center. It’s a move that hurts in the long run, dealing damage every turn. You literally poison the enemy. It’s the Pokemon equivalent of mistakenly drinking something you found in a cabinet under the sink. Can you feel the venom running through ya veins, Jigglypuff? You only got an hour. What’cha gonna do?
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