Game Boy

Pocket Monsters Midori

Opening animation

Title screen

Your first pokemon... awaits you on that desk.

Welcome the world of Pocket Monsters.

Pokemon sure looked a lot more terrifying at their inception...

Badges, bosses cleared and those yet to be beaten.

Checking the map...

A dark cave will need a special move to light it up.

Agh! A ghost! Nothing we can do!

Leech seeding the opponent, now my beast will absorb its health...

Aww... it leveled up ^^

Trimming the flowers.

A sinful little diversion

In the golden city, a gang of thieves have taken over. A Rocket gangster blocks the door.

A crotchety old man blocks the road... Well if it is his property.

Jumping a ledge.

Giovanni, the big boss of Team Rocket... What's he doing here!

This fellow teaches bystanders how to catch weedles.

Freezing a baleful wisp.

A cleansing field, this will heal your body, and those of your pocket monsters, in this indoor gravehall.

A trainer spots anything that moves, looking for battle.

Damn sung to sleep.

I'd also be confused.

Pewter city gym, everything is gray in these parts.

Horn (ice cream cone?) attack!

A Pokedex entry

The prey has shrunken itself, this fellow is going to be a pain to hit.

Lobbing a pokeball at a rare specimen.

Surfing in a subterranean cove.

A legendary bird is waiting for you here.

Checking a monsters stats.

This looks like the end of the cute vermin.

A pitched battle

The more graphical effects, the stronger the attack.

Giovanni again! How many subterfuges, and clandestine overlordships, can this man be involved in?!

My cute little monster has become a terrifying forest that shoots rays of condensed sunshine out of its back.

Pushing a boulder onto a switch.

Almost at the end... this is the maze of champions!

This can't be good...

And my whole team is wiped out... the world begins to darken before my eyes... but I still see _its_ grin!

The bat knows some sort of flashy hypnosis.

The shock my babyhood rival _is the champion_

The hall of fame... is that a Dell?

A record of my brawlers in the hall of fame.

Yeah sure buddy, and I've got a bridge to sell ya in Brooklyn.

A Team Rocket grunt blocks the way.

That bike is a bit too rich for my blood.

What's the matter boy?

Holy-!

Fishing, looks like something is on the hook.

A big cruiser, will adventure never cease?

Elderly gentlemen part with gracious sums...