All Hail Charizard The Fiyah Gawd

I’m horrible at making decisions. Like seriously bad, anyone can tell you. Even if the choices don’t matter, and are relatively easy, I will deliberate for hours, even days and never quite feel good about my decision after the fact. Truth be told, narrowing down my picks for this editorial probably took years off my life span because that’s literally how much this stressed me out. Out of the original 151 Pokemon (Yes, die-hard Poke-fans. Nostalgia indeed rules everything around me.) there are dozens that could’ve made this list. There is Pikachu, who has literally been the face of the entire franchise for 15+ years. There is Mewtwo who is so awesome that he had an entire movie based around Ash trying to punch him for some reason. Ditto, Snorlax, Jigglypuff and any of the legendary bird Pokemon could’ve been my pick and I would’ve slept like a baby. But no, a choice this difficult takes me back to one of the most difficult decisions I had to make as a child. No one decision in my childhood was more difficult to make than picking my starter Pokemon in the first generation of games for the Nintendo Gameboy. Now I don’t know what it is but there is this unspoken shade that gets thrown in the community when picking your starter, mostly because your choice here determines how difficult your experience be. “Oh a Squirtle? Well gee, no one has ever thought about picking him before. I’ll bet you’ll have a difficult journey.”

There is Bulbasaur aka The Road Not Taken. Bulbasaur is a r…