One lunatic's love-hate relationship with the Pokémon franchise, and his addled musings on its rights, wrongs, ins and outs. Come one, come all, and indulge my delusions of grandeur as I inflict my opinions on anyone within shouting distance.
Today’s Pokémon are probably the strangest thing Alola has thrown at me so far, and definitely spice up the early game a bit – electrical Bug-types with battery-like abilities, which (thank all the gods) conspicuously do not become butterflies or moths. We’ve had beetle Pokémon before – Heracross – and even stag beetle Pokémon – Pinsir – but Grubbin, Charjabug and Vikavolt have little in common with either, as we’ll see.
Grubbin is… well, a grub – a soft-bodied beetle larva. As far as I can tell, it’s not based on any one species in particular; beetle larvae mostly look pretty similar to non-specialist eyes (unlike caterpillars, which are often brightly coloured or have bristles, or eye patterns that make them resemble dangerous snakes). Grubbin instead achieves a distinctive look by exaggerating the mandibles of a beetle grub into two brightly coloured, striped horns as long as the whole rest of its body – in fact it kinda winds up looking like a stag beetle or Hercules beetle pupa. Continue reading “Grubbin, Charjabug and Vikavolt”→
Among the major selling points of Malie
City is its library, the best in Alola.
I mean, not that that’s saying much.
The Alolans still worship a cabal of fickle and wrathful Pokémon as
deities, and their leading Pokémon researcher is secretly a part-time luchador; believe it or not, they aren’t
exactly a global centre of knowledge and literature. They are,
however, the world’s leading experts on one field in particular: their own
traditions and mythology; Alolan myth basically isn’t taught or studied at any
university I’ve ever heard of outside the region itself. Lillie, who arrived in Malie City ahead of me
and Hau after coming directly from Heahea City, claims to have need of this
esoteric knowledge in order to help Nebby.
She asks me to come to the library with her to check it out – so of
course I brusquely refuse, send her scurrying away in terror, and then follow
her anyway at an inconspicuous distance.
Gotta stay one step ahead of this crafty b!tch and her freaky living
nebula-bomb, or the whole island chain could be a smoking ruin by Tuesday
afternoon. The moment I manage to get
into a proper stalking rhythm, though, I run straight into… Professor Oak?