When you begin the momentous travails they lay ahead in every Pokíémon game, your mind is surely beset by a cavalcade of questions: should a small child like myself be embarking on such a perilous journey with nary a whiff of parental influence? Is there a change of underpants somewhere in my cavernous, cumbersome backpack? And the most pertinent question: Will there be another tedious pigeon "mon or rat-thing rearing from the long grass with every beleaguered step I take; like the profoundly irritating diminutive cretins that they are? The answers to these queries, in the order posed, are: No, I"m inclined to doubt it, and indubitably so. Pidgey, Starly, Ratatta and co are as intrinsic to the core formula as that ludicrous hat is... Read More »