when I see my NOTP on my dash
- I do nothing
- I keep scrolling
- I don’t send that person hate
- it costs you 0$ to be a decent human being.
- I do nothing
- I keep scrolling
- I don’t send that person hate
- it costs you 0$ to be a decent human being.
someone: what’s a mob to a king
me: historically, fatal
So you know how everyone is saying how Professor Willow kind of just gave us a starter Pokemon and kinda told us to just fuck off with no explanation or reasoning?
Well, is that so different from the other Pokemon professors?
Think about it. How much info did Oak really give us? “Here’s a Charmander, have fun being rivals with Asshat, also don’t ride your fucking bikes indoors you goddamn animal, bye”. That’s about it.
He didn’t tell us the mechanics of the game, he just sent us on our way. Same as Willow.
So how did we learn the mechanics of the game?
NPCs, of course. Talking to the people in the world. They shared information. Really oddly specific HELPFUL information, at that.
Every other person who I’ve met who’s been playing Pokemon Go has been eager to share tips and tricks they’ve learned, information they’ve learned from other players. And I’ve done the same! If I meet a player, I tell them any information I think will be helpful.
Just like a goddamn NPC.
Professor Willow did his job. He gave us a Pokemon and sent us off, and here we are. Now who’s going to help us?
Why, we are.
It’s our job to be the NPCs and help each other learn how this world works. If you see a struggling player, you can talk to them and tell them about a cool trick to get more pokeballs. Show them how a gym works. YOU TOO, CAN BE THAT GYM GUY.
We may not be stationary and repeat the same phrases over and over, but we have a similar (and similarly *important*) role to those little NPCs. And we should be happy about that. Because we’re helping each other as well as ourselves.
me, standing at a pokestop and yelling at strangers: I love shorts! They’re comfy and easy to wear!
“Ugh,” Annabeth said. “I got Percy a kazoo as a joke one time, and he would not stop playing it. It’s literally his only musical talent.”
“Where is Percy?” Magnus asked. “I thought I’d get to meet him.”
Annabeth frowned. “He’s studying. He is not allowed to do anything fun until he passes his midterms.”
“Ouch,” Magnus said. “His mom grounded him?”
“No,” Annabeth said. “I did. If he doesn’t graduate high school, he doesn’t get to go to college at New Rome with me. And if that happens, I will have to kill him with a kazoo.”
- Annabeth and Magnus Chase in The Vikings, Times Square