MY FOSTER mother Hazel decides she wants to play my Pokemon Silver that she got for my birthday. “Okay,” I said.
The Gameboy Colour she gave me is yellow and is decorated by small and smiling Pikachu and Jigglypuff. It is my most prized possession. I teach her how to turn the Gameboy on and the essentials, like how to walk around and catch Pokemon and then evolve them so they can kill a lot of people.
Early in the game you meet a mysterious bad dude who steals a Pokemon from the professor. The bad dude becomes your rival throughout the game, and will pop up from time to time – usually at the end of a walk through a dangerous cave – and be all annoying like “I’d never lose to fools who babble about being nice to Pokemon.”
You get to choose his name.
I named mine “Aaron”, for my brother.
Hazel named hers “Vern.”
Vern was her ex-husband.