Just a kiddie of a game!? Pokemans were serious business! Back in my day, level 3 rattatas had you trapped in town, they had killed your father, your mother had to sleep in the kitchen, your next door neighbor was a proffessor and THE ONLY OTHER HOUSE IN THE TOWN, and yet he couldnt remember his own grandson's name. But once you hit 10 years old, you put on the only thing left of your father, which was his hat, and you boldly ran into the grass to take on that viscous pack of rattatas that had killed your father. The professor stops you, but seeing your determination, decided to give you one of his last 3 pokemans, and of course you chose charmander because he BREATHES FIRE! Then, you walked into the grass and burned all the rattatas you found, teaching them the lesson of taking your father away from you. That's when you decided to take on the rest of the world, killing every pokeman in your way, or capuring them and trapping them in a COMPUTER, because you're that flippin leet, and become the pokeman master.
Kiddie game? I think not sir.