Instead of finding him, I found my rival, whose namesake is my best friend, and always has/will be. Giving up on waiting, I make my way out of town, into the tempting grass. What I find frustrating is the fact that how are you supposed to guess you've got to go north. Oh well. Walking up there, OAK stops me from getting my ass handed to me by those vicious Level 2 rats.
Pokemon for protection, he tells me. Unsafe in the grass, he tells me. Just give me an industrial sized bottle of REPEL and send me on my way...or not.
Next comes the Pokemon choosing. Since this whole blog's premise is trying new things, I'll do something I've never done: choose the WATER-type starter and try to live with myself. I had considered Grass, but I figured that BULBASAUR didn't get enough of variety in its moveset.
Darn, a male SQUIRTLE. Oh well. As my ADHD kicks in, I start to leave the lab, when-of course-my rival wants to battle. Time for a whuppin'. After the two 'mon slugged it out, my SQUIRTLE was about a level and a half towards learning BUBBLE, at Level 7.
So, apparently either I missed something or the game fails to tell you to go to the next town and get OAK's crap. Regardless of that fact, I know where to go, and so I head out as such, kicking pogey(Pokemon) ass as I go.
Returning to PALLET TOWN, now 2 levels higher, I go to fork over this thing I have to give to the old geezer. Showing me the love, the old man hooks me up with my POKEDEX and my first five POKE BALLS. Now I have a reason and a method to obsess over these 150+ animal-things.
So now, having spent 30 minutes playing, I call time on this day's adventure, as I grow tired (not waking up too early'll do that to a person). Perhaps I'll write more later.
However, for now:
SMELL YA LATER
Time: 0:30
Pokedex: 1(4)
Party:
Lvl. 8
