I’m a recovering junkie living in a nation of committed junkies. Your average addict will say, “Golly officer, I don’t know how it happened. It was just, all the sudden I was shooting up.” That was me this morning as I took my place in line at the Amusement Center Geos store to pick up my copy of Pokémon Platinum. Just another junkie.
Yeah, I just can’t quit the Pokémons, but hey — I believe in small victories. This time around, 1UP is subsidizing my habit, so I don’t mind forking over 3500 yen + Nintendo tax over to the local game retailers. As long as I’m not the one subsidizing Satoshi Tajiri’s third house, I don’t mind beating Pokémon again. It’s fun and easy, and it plays to the deep-seated human fear of change. Small wonder people will buy the third edition of Final Fantasy IV, but not, say, Okami.
So if you’re wondering why Nintendo keeps releasing those “definitive editions,” here’s your final answer below, on the left:
And while you’re pondering that, I’ll also leave you to ponder what the hell is wrong with the picture on the right. Maybe it’ll clue us in to the reason for the slow motion demise of the Japanese games industry as we know it.
If you need me, I’ll be playing Pokémon. I’ll be playing it so hard.