The frequency continued to vary at full volume as the codes flashed across the small screen in clusters. Bar lines darted across the screen and the catchy battle music was replaced with a high static screech emitting from the right corner speaker. My avatar in mid-toss froze, the screen glitched. 'Gottcha ya' little sucker,' I whispered with a smirk hinting at the corner of my mouth as I chose a masterball to throw. My 99 masterballs sat awaiting me with a glowing radiance. I moved my choice box onto the section labeled, 'BAG' and opened the pokeball section. I just wanted to admire my team, my work per se, which I was able to build by hacks for a moment before I exited back into the battle. I opened up my team, and gazed upon them for a moment. Because all I really did was modify the pokemon who was originally supposed to appear along with its move set. So if I was able to find it in the oceans of data packed into one cartridge and cut it into the location code my avatar was at, then it would appear as a wild pokemon. You see, if I was ever able to receive Mew by events it means the pokemon's code was already in the game. No way to legitimately claim it in-game, quickly.)īut not for me. (Let's ignore the tedious Mew Glitch for now. It was technically impossible to receive Mew without special events, even in original games like my Red Version. It wasn't exactly the most appealing sprite to stare at though. Our enemy was a faded cream mirage, its long tail snaking behind the creature's odd proportioned body like an 'S'. I lifted the game up, and a warm feeling surged through my veins.Īs my player character threw out my starter, Charizard, my lips curled into a grin. My muddy brown hair twisted around my body with the movement. I nibbled on my lower lip as I turned back to face my GameBoy. My pinky outstretched itself clicked the 'Enter' button, the final clack being the loudest.

My caramel eyes vigorously followed the thousands of lime green digits that built a code soar up my screen.

My fingers flew across the keyboard like an advanced pianist would across their keys, the faint sound of tapping clicks filled my utterly dark room. A cord that connected the GameBoy with my prized laptop sunk into my stomach, yet I didn't mind it too much. I set the hand-held down onto my bed and, with a flop, rolled from my back to my belly. It wasn't too soon until the sound of electronic rolling battle music began. This certain patch was on the right side route of Vermilion City. The pixilated boy I controlled at the time walked into the tall generated grass. Yes, I had a 3DS but I liked old school stuff too. (Fan trailer in media by held my oceanic blue GameBoy over my head, using the charcoal colored arrow pad underneath the screen to move my avatar around.Ģ014 and I was still playing GameBoy.

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