Pew. Pow. Pew. Pew. The sounds blasted from my Nintendo Gameboy. I was sitting alone in my room in the darkness. The small screen of the Gameboy seemed to light up the room as I played. I was playing none-other than my favorite game of all time, Pokemon. More specifically I was playing my very first Pokemon game, Pokemon Silver. Ever since I had gotten it for Christmas I had been playing it whenever I could find the time. My mother had to rip the Gameboy out of my hands just to get me to do anything else but as soon as I did as she requested I went right back to playing. I had beat most of the game up until that point. My team was seemingly strong, although it consisted of the few pokemon I caught at the beginning of the game. I had just beat the 8th gym leader which means I was ready to take on the final challenge, Victory Road, the Elite four and the Champion. I had to do all …show more content…
of that in one go, no healing, no starting where I left off, none of that. Just my 6 pokemon against the many many many pokemon that they possess. I had faith in my team and myself that I could do this daunting feat as many had done before me. Before entering Victory Road I stocked up on all of the items that I might need in this last stretch in this journey. I healed my team up for that last time, I felt ready. I then walked my avatar into the cave that signified the start of Victory Road. Immediately I was met by a trainer and a battle ensued. The first test of my strength. The first step on the journey to the end. We clashed on and I came out to be the victor. I was filled with a mixture of emotions. I was flooded with happiness and fear. Happiness because I won but fear because I had to do that at least 20 more times at increasing difficulty. I powered through Victory Road with an undying passion to conquer this challenge. I walked out of the cave to be greeted by a Pokemon center, a healing station. My happiness grew to unprecedented levels as I realized that I was halfway through and I was able to stock up before taking on the true final journey of the game. All healed up and ready to go I walk over to the man blocking the door into the Elite four. He checks my badges, of which I have 8, and allows me to pass through. Throughout the conversation with him, my anxiousness grew. Everything around me was silent as I went through the door knowing that once I entered I couldn’t turn back. The door shut behind me as I appeared in a room with only one other person, the first of the Elite four.
I mustered my confidence and walked up to him and initiated the battle. Our first pokemon came out, there was a silence which was pierced by the beginning of the battle music. Pokemon after pokemon came out. Move after move we battle on to find a victor. Eventually I come out on top, with 4 pokemon left. I claim the victory but don’t get overly excited because I knew I hadn’t truly won yet. I walk into the next room and take down the second member, then the third and finally the fourth member. I had done it. I had made it to the Champion. I quickly used as many items as I could to fully power up my pokemon and revive the ones that I had lost. I walked into the room slowly, ready to take him down. I entered into the room to find, as before, only the Champion standing in the middle of the room alone. He greets me, I had met him previously in the story. He talked for a while or so it seemed. On and on the suspense and nervousness grew as another box of dialogue appeared on the
screen. Finally, the battle began. The Champion’s theme blasted through the speakers of my Gameboy. Our first pokemon came out. Despite them being arrangements of pixels on the screen I could feel the power of both of them. This was the final battle, the end of the line what I had been waiting for this whole time. Our pokemon fought hard each and everyone. One after another they fell, until it was one to one. My last against his last. Wrongly I had saved my weakest for last but he happened to save his strongest. My furret, essentially a ferret, had been with me since the beginning. I had come this far I was not going to go down when I was this close. Move after move our health was depleted. Until I had the first move and my little ferret had taken down his strongest dragon. I had won, beaten the game. I was overcome with happiness. I had gotten it right, played the right moves used the right pokemon. I was on top of the world nothing could take me down. “Getting it right” as Vicki Hearne’s stated is where unadulterated happiness manifests itself. The unconscious feeling of euphoria is happiness in its purest form. Outside factors have minimal effect on the happiness because of its almost surprise like nature of “getting it right.” Even though it’s expected or wanted the outcome is still received in a surprise like manner. This was the unadulterated form of happiness that I felt as I had walked into the hall of fame. Each pokemon was commemorated in the hall and the entire moment was spectacular. The credits appeared on the screen scrolling up. I turned the gameboy off and placed it upside down on the nightstand. I looked at the clock it was 3 in the morning but that didn’t phase me in anyway. I drifted off to sleep in a blend of happiness and comfort knowing that I had defeated the challenge.
Pokémon Go has been the most popular game talked about since it came out in June of this past summer. The game was designed by Nintendo to get gamers outside to experience their surroundings while finding Pokémon at geo-located sites. Two profound writers shared personal outlooks on the game in articles featured in the New York Times: Room for Debate. The first article “Resisting the Call of the Virtual” written by Louv gives citations from scientific research to target his intended audience by appealing to logos. The second article “Pokemon Go Connects Us to Our Cities and Neighbors” by Jeong uses heavy amounts of pathos to hook the audience into believing her claim that the game is full of good. Jeong accomplishes her rhetorical purpose more successfully than Louv because of the commanding appeal to pathos she creates as well as her ethos supported by first-hand game and research experience.
...defensively, so, I couldn't. I finally got in on his leg with 30 seconds left in the period. I took every last bit of strength in my body and drove him back. It was a take down right by the out of bounds line, then, slam! As I was taking him down, my hands broke loose and we both fell to our sides. Before I realized we weren't out of bounds, Petro rolled on top of me, getting the two points I just worked for. The whistle blew, and it was over. Petro won with a 3-1 decision over Mayberry. I had nothing to say at the moment except that I was proud of myself and deep down I knew I won that match. After going through all that I went through I now know that I can do anything if I wan it bad enough. I will return to wrestling as a senior this year and I am setting my goal to be a state placer again! Not to be cocky, but being a state champion is on the top of my list too.
We were going to win the game. That was the end of it. I knew it. We were the winners of that game. I stood up and yelled in a voice that even frightened me. I didn’t scream about moving our feet, or calling the ball, I screamed about how big of winners we were. I was done with moping. For seven minutes of my life, I had forgotten that I could do anything I set my mind to, and I had given up. The worst seven minutes of my volleyball career were those seven minutes in the third game of the final match at Brighton Volleyball Tournament. I had put my determination down to wallow in my disappointment. Disappointment needs to build determination. I had decided a long time ago that there were certain things in life that I could do better than other people. Those were my gifts. I use my gifts to my full potential.
One sunny day during the summer of 2008, my uncle called me and asked if I wanted to go fishing with him. I said that I’d love to go; he told me that he’d pick me up around 12:30. I got ready and left to go fishing. When we arrived at the pond a man came out of the in front of the house in front of the pond and introduced himself. He said that his name was Tim and that he works with my uncle. Before he left, he told us that we could fish as long as we wanted and he vanished.
My parents tell me when I was born, I was holding a video game controller. As long as I can remember I have played video games. They allowed me to escape reality. I could take on the roles that young children only dream about. One day I could be a superhero and perform feats that are not humanly possible; the next I was fighting aliens in the far away galaxies. Games were like books to me, each a new adventure where mystery and challenge await. Some of the fondest memories in my childhood were created by Shigeru Miyamoto. From the Legend of Zelda to Super Mario, he opened my eyes to how experiencing video games should be.
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Pokemon Go is a game loved by fans of all ages. Since its release, people have be out trying to “Catch ‘em All”; however, it does have its flaws. Since I love pokemon (and handheld games), I knew Pokemon Go was going to be great -- and it was. At least for a while. Once Pokemon Go had a certain bug fixed, It was impossible to search for a specific pokemon. Tell me if this sounds familiar. You’re walking around playing Pokemon Go when suddenly a pokemon pops up on the radar. Not having that pokemon you start walking. After minutes of searching you still haven’t found it. So you run around some more. And when you finally find that pokemon, you’re out of pokeballs. Then you are forced to run away and leave that pokemon you spent your precious
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I stopped at the door and nodded my head for Amie to follow. The next day there was a boxing ring set up in the middle of the gym and it was packed with parents and students from both schools.
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I heard a noise, but at first I didn't think anything of it. Then I