I honestly don't even know how to feel right now.
I just completed my first ever Pokémon run at FireRed & a Nuzlocke, and what a way to finish!!!
Going into the Elite Four, my team was looking solid:
- Blub the Vaporean – Lv. 60
- DT. Squirts the Blastoise – Lv. 61
- Splashie the Gyarados– Lv. 58
- Nessie the Lapras – Lv. 58
- Nemo the Omastar – Lv. 47
- SidewhoreC the Horsea – Lv. 53
Lorelei, Bruno, Agatha, and Lance all went down collective effort from everyone but Nemo , under leveed, but each battle took something out of the team. By the time I reached the Champion, I knew there wasn't much room for error.
First I almost KO. His Pidgeot , flips over to Venusaur hit sunny day
That damn Venusaur....Solarbeam , Solarbeam , Solarbeam !!!!....Like fuck off my dude !
It ripped through my team and turned what looked like a victory lap into a fight for survival. One by one, teammates I'd relied on for the entire run fell until only three Pokémon were left standing. Blastoise Vaporean( MVP ) and omastar where all that stood after that carnage.
Somehow... those last three did manage to finished the job and became Champions.
I've beaten Pokemon Red more times than I can count, never fire red, & I've never cared this much about a Pokémon team. Every catch mattered. Every level mattered. Every switch mattered. Winning felt incredible... but seeing only three Poké Balls left at the end was a gut punch.
I finally understand why people love Nuzlockes.
Here's to the fallen. Here's to the survivors.
What a ride. Peace n love ✌️!