Like many of the man children in the world I too downloaded Pokemon GO to see what all the fuss was about. The idea seems OK, you go around trying to pick up creatures from random places, then try to find large arenas where you can compare yours to others.
My, God…we already play this game! It’s called EMS!
From the front seat of the ambulance we receive a notification of a patient nearby, not unlike when my phone buzzes to tell me there is a two headed Doduo on my neighbor’s lawn. Sometimes they can be stealthy. A little Bulbasaur with a stubbed toe seems to be common, or a Pidgey with a cough and a sniffle. The more rare catches are few and far between.
We collect these patients and take them to the local arena, or hospital to see who has the larger CP (Care Points) meaning they’ll be seen first. They don’t fight one another, mind you, but seeing the look of defeat on another EMS crew’s face as you stride past their Caterpie with the rash with your nauseous Pinsir is an epic win!
Pokemon GO has people walking into traffic, congregating in random parking lots and, in general, just acting strangely. When a rare Pokemon shows up on their feed they immediately race to the location and try to grab it to take it to the arena. EMS does the same thing when a rare case pops up. We race to the location and do our best to catch them and take them in.
When I showed the game to my 8 year old, she saw that there was a creature standing about a half block away. “Daddy, let’s go for a walk and go get him!”
That is a nice change of pace for a game: Get out and do something. Just watch your surroundings or else you’ll end up in our EMS version.
COLLECT THEM ALL!