Things I learned while listening to the Pokemon 4Ever / Celebit voice of the forest movie
These guys do in fact watch the subs- if not multiple times and even like the subs.
When it comes to rewriting scripts changes I really get the feeling they do care, and also in some cases it seems like the VAs are kinda just given the prompt of 'do your best and fill in what fits here' like if its coming up with a new joke cause the Japanese one doesn't translate/work well or whatever.
Sometimes rewrites seem to occur just cause of the different way story telling gets handle in Japan compared to to the U.S but like I don't think it's coming from a place of 'hur dur children are dumb' most of the time anyway
Like changing up/adding in a whole scene to make it more clear that Sammy is in fact meant to be Oak since in the Original JP it's apparently far more subtle with really the only clue being that one brief clip during the credits of finding the sketch book in the lab and that's it - which while watching apparently at the time even they were like 'wait what?" and trying to figure out if this was meaning Sammy was Oak or what (Like in some ways it seems obvious but I suppose an alternate take someone might misunderstand it as Oak also having known Sammy at one point and being given then book)
But like apparently the people were pretty chill with it when they went and requested having this whole knew scene / wanting to make the change.
Basically over all it seems like everyone involved is/was very passionate about it also sounds like they occasionally would like get in contact with those in Japan if they ever had questions/need clarification on something.
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And a fact that I refuse to believe after looking on the Wiki is that when showing the time jump between Sammy and Ash's time in the Sub/JP text pops up saying 40yrs later,
Sammy/Oak is at oldest in early teen years, like maybe 13 at best when we meet him as a kid. THere ain't no way that man is in his 50s and with a 12 year old Grandson
like even if he was real early 20s when he had kids that would still put him at 40 / early 40s by the time they're 20 and would mean they'd have had to have had Gary like right then at 20/21- which not impossible but kinda pushing it. And that's assuming his older sister doesn't exist in the anime- I don't think we ever see or hear anything so maybe she doesn't
So nah that man is minimum late 50s pushing into his 60s
Same goes for the Girl/Woman who was/is Oaks old friend she looked maybe 16-17 in that time but flash forward and the woman Ash n Co meet looks more like she's in her 70s (with also a like 16 year old Grandaughter)
So gotta go with the dub on this one on just choosing to erase/ not make mention of exactly how many years it is between Sammy's time and present day with Ash.
Main thing is it was cool hearing about their process and just how much everyone involved just seemed to love it and care (sure maybe sometimes edits/changes are questionable but at the very least it seems like generally there were good intentions behind whatever was done and certainly wasn't due to a lack of caring about the original product either)
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A very small trip through a very mean man’s life
WOW this went on for a while!!
What started as a quick rundown of Val’s backstory quickly turned into essentially a mini-fic summarizing Val’s story (up until endgame stuff).
I’ve had a few people curious about Val’s whole dealio, so here you are!! I appreciate anyone who reads this whole thing bc MAN is it a lot lmao!!
Originally, Val is from Unova and was supposed to be the protag for Black/White and Black/White 2, kind of a mash up of the two plots and settings. Keyword being WAS supposed to be the protagonist, though, as this is a sort of alternate universe where instead of Hilda becoming the big damn hero, it’s Hilbert, leaving his childhood friend Hilda, or Val in this case, in the dust.
Val and Hilbert were absolutely inseparable through grade school, all the way up until Ethan decides to leave his hometown to try and become Unova’s next champion.
And that act ate Val alive. Because not long after Hilbert sets out on his quest to become champion, word from him quickly dwindles. It’s only years after separating that Val finds Hilbert not only having become Unova’s latest champion like he dreamed, the youngest in history in fact, but he defeated Team Plasma in the process? Gained favor and friendship with legendary dragons? Got to travel the world and meet other powerful trainers and champions? Meanwhile, after moving out to Driftveil alone in his late teens, Val was stuck barely scraping up enough rent every month. Needless to say, Val felt bitter And lonely.
And maybe he wasn’t necessarily bitter at Hilbert himself anymore. They were both like 14 when they parted, and Val at least grew enough to chalk up his initial anger to general teenage angst. But the feeling still lingered. That should’ve been HIM getting to travel with his team of super-powered best friends and meeting celebrities and sailing out to Paldea to visit the Great Crater or whatever, because boy was there suddenly some buzz around That place for some reason.
See, Val had always struggled figuring out what he wanted in life. Where he was meant to go. There wasn’t a whole lot he was good at. At least, not a whole lot HE thought he was good at.
He couldn’t really hold down a job. He pushed away a lot of potential friendships and opportunities out of some weird form of spite. He wasn’t a Bad guy. Just a big jerk.
The past year or so, he spent most of his days getting cash from unofficial (see: slightly illegal) pokemon battles in back alleys and the less tourist-y streets of Driftveil (and Nimbasa, when he had the spare cash to ride down there). He started with a modest team: a shiny Hypno named Vim (that Val now considers his ACTUAL childhood friend. lmao.) and a Drilbur he got in a trade, that he nicknamed Valor. But with time and steady practice, his team grew from two to three to five, eventually even a full six. He grew more confident taking on gyms, taking what little cash and chances he got to travel, slowly accumulating a few badges for himself over the years. Just barely six along with an attempt at the Battle Subway once (which uh. Went really badly not good when he got to the Subway Masters themselves, both in terms of the fight’s results and Val’s subsequent handling of said results).
Mind you, despite his team growing stronger and stronger, he wasn’t particularly Good at battling or strategy, wasn’t particularly good at directing a whole team all with wildly clashing personalities. But he loved his guys so much anyway, and they loved him back <3. They were practically his only sense of companionship as he neared the end of his 20’s. His own little dysfunctional family.
Still, even on his badge-collecting quest, Val wasn’t really sure Why he was doing it all. Was it to be champion too? To get the same sense of thrill in his life Hilbert probably got? He wasn’t even sure he Wanted to be champion. And Lenora kept urging him to try his hand at applying to be a gym leader. She was sure he had the capabilities with enough practice, if he only chilled out a bit. But no, gym leader didn’t feel like Enough. He certainly didn’t want to just Settle, either, he was sure of it.
All these options seemed like they were opening up to him again, and yet none of them felt right. And it was in this perpetual confusion and quiet agonizing over his direction in life that something. Else. would find him. It would appear only as an undersized Aerodactyl skull on the soft sands of a small, hidden beach outside of Driftveil. It was something that would cause a spark to creep through Val’s skin, and quietly stuff it in his bag and hurry back home.
It was something that was not meant to exist. Something that caused Palkia to labor over spacial tears ad nauseam and Dialga to have to smooth out so many ripples in time, it lost count. It was something that was not meant to exist. It was not pokemon, but close to it. It was not legend or myth, but you would not be called a fool to regard it as one. It was something that repeatedly slipped through the cracks and layers and fabric of reality and it pulled back curtains to sights near incomprehensible and it was something that was Arceus’ and only Arceus’ deepest secret that He did not even let His own children know of and it was something that was not meant to exist.
Many throughout history would falsely assume Giratina was Arceus’ polar opposite and equal, but she was merely another of His children. Powerful, certainly, but a power He could douse if ever need be. Giratina was not Arceus’ equal. That title belonged to something Val would later affectionately nickname Missing Number, due to its bizarre absence from the pokedex. Missingno, for short.
Missingno promised Val power and infamy beyond anything Val could imagine. All paths would open up before him. He could have free pick to the story he wanted to be in, free pick to be the person he wanted to be. Val kept it his little secret between himself and his new friend, who was still literally just a skull, and did not talk or move, but Val knew nonetheless this is what it promised him and spoke right into his core. And Val knew it had the capability to do everything it told him.
But Arceus knew of Val’s secret little friend as well, and fearing a world He so lovingly crafted falling into chaos, and with little power to destroy the early creation He meant to discard, Arceus was left with no other choice to deal with this intrusion. Like Val separated from his friend as a kid, he would be separated from his new friend again. Flung back in time and space, as distant but as safe as Arceus could think, Val would wake up on the sands of Hisui, greeted by a frantic, frightened professor(?) and his defensive ace Vim. He has no memory of how he ended up here, but somewhere in his core again, he knew it was Arceus that sent him here. Why, he couldn’t tell you.
Laventon would offer Val a job with the Galaxy Team after witnessing his skills in battle with Vim. And Val would ultimately reject Laventon and Cyllene’s offer to join the security corp, and subsequently, was kicked out of Jubilife Village for refusing to get a job, essentially, lol.
At the very least, a local merchant didn’t think it was Quite that fair that this weird faller isn’t even allowed to get acclimated before being thrown out into the wilds. The merchant gave him a tent and a bedroll and some food, along with a little spending money to get some proper clothes and cover up. A strange guy, claimed they were ‘investing in the future’ or whatever, but they were nice. Val’s new Cyndaquil lost to the guy’s Togepi, and Vim wasn’t happy about everyone being so wary about her, but at least they had somewhere to start, Val supposed.
Val wasn’t particularly close with Volo at first (he learned that was what they called themself, apparently). Val set up his camp not far into the Obsidian Fieldlands, but he was woefully inexperienced in ‘roughing it’. And the merchant, Volo, visited on the regular to help. He just felt it was only right! Felt like if he just left Val to die, he’d have as much blood on his hands like. Well. Let’s not continue that comparison. :)
And by all means, Volo was not fully honest with Val either, at first. He wanted the stranger to be safe, of course! But he wanted information just as much, and he figured a quiet exchange of survival tips and supplies for knowledge was a very good trade, even if Val didn’t exactly know he was involved in one. And that was the beauty of it! Val didn’t have to know!
Granted, Val spit venom and vitriol at the merchant. A lot. Val didn’t trust a soul out here, but Volo could understand. They took way worse from Cogita, they could handle Val. They kept their distance just enough to keep Val comfortable and talking. Just enough to keep themself from getting attached.
Unfortunately for the both of them, Val was feeling a lot more emotional and, frankly, vulnerable out here than he’d like to admit. Even if he didn’t trust the merchant. Even if he was sure he was being used. It was nice to have company for once. Human company.
And Val would start to seek Volo out himself, much to the merchant’s dread. But Volo had to keep up appearances, didn’t they? To keep their secret exchange going? So they would camp together and share stories over firelight. Val had a love of horror movies and stories he read on the internet, and would recount tales of faceless men in the woods and cursed photos of grinning Arcanine. And Volo was, admittedly, very intrigued. Some stories were entertainingly ridiculous, but some had them utterly enraptured. Finding themself some nights begging Val to continue his stories after abruptly announcing he was going to bed. And Val looved Volo’s tales of myth and legend, stories gathered from Hisui and regions beyond. The way their face lit up at the prospect of someone actually being interested in their little history lessons.. It was cute. Admittedly.
And the two go from distant acquaintances, to friends, to accompanying each other constantly on deliveries and trips to ruins and sharing meals and beds with each other every other night.
Val and Volo would eventually pry at each other’s fears and pains and find they both shared a feeling of being lost in their own world. And Val would maybe let spill in a heat of emotion and tears that Arceus couldn’t even be bothered to tell him why he was sent here. That Val was expected to pick up the puzzle pieces on his own in a world out to kill him, with no sense of direction or why he was being punished (and Val was sure by this point it was a punishment. What else could it be?). And Volo’s guts would churn with a mix of anger and gloom. At yet another cast aside by God itself? Disappointing, Volo thought, but not at all surprising behavior from the Parasite-in-Chief. And Volo, with his ever present shut-eyed smile, would swallow his frustrations boiling up into his mouth and promise Val that they would find out just why Val was here, and how to get him back on the path he wanted.
Eventually, in their collective quest to find answers, they would get to gathering plates. Would attempt to speak with the lake spirits. Something, anything, to cure Val’s (and Volo’s) woes. More fallers from another world would appear. This time, two children. But these children were different from Val and the older man in the mountains Volo talked about. They had a shine in their eyes and an excitement in their chests that couldn’t be hidden. These children were here with a purpose, a mission. As Volo would correctly assume, a God-given one. And his stomach would churn again and his grin would nearly falter.
And later, Val, alone, would find a small, lavender skull among the seafoam of the coastlands. And Val was sure it was meant just for him. So he would shove it in his knapsack and keep his new friend for himself. And eventually, his new friend would become his old friend. A secret, old friend Volo had never even heard of. And wasn’t that the beauty of it? Volo didn’t have to know.
And Volo would see a bizarre shift in personality with his beloved. Not a bad one, certainly. Val would suddenly be so chipper and upbeat, so excited to move Volo’s plans along.
So so eager to stay up allll night to watch him sleep, as if Volo hadn’t been sleeping with one eye open those nights. But this was Val! This was his dearest friend! He knew Val better than anyone here. Not Vim, not Irida, not Ingo. Volo knew better than anyone. This was just Val getting himself back up on his feet, just a bit overeager. He was sure. This was Val.
He was sure this was Val.
He would continue try to ignore the chill that crept up his spine every time he glimpsed Val’s wide, unbroken grin. He would continue to sleep with one eye open.
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Tl;dr: local unovan is such a massive jerk and loser, he gets preyed upon by an actual eldritch abomination. Arceus says nope. Nuh-uh. No sir. And shoots him back in time where he invents the world’s first queerplatonic relationship with a merchant that wants to kick the holy spirit’s ass. Hilarity ensues when said eldritch abomination returns to posses said merchant’s girlboytoy and torment them for a laff.
Local merchant has spoken to reporters and claimed ‘Fine, I GUESS i’ll go through a redemption arc about it.’ in response.
Bonus things i did not get to mention bc i didnt know where to put it and this thing was getting so long already include:
-How Val and Vim met.
-Val frequently scaring Volo at the start of their relationship by just. Running off in the middle of the night sometimes in a homesickness-induced panic.
-Literally everyone keeps their eyes on Vim at all times, presumably bc, in the age of much Much more dangerous pokemon, Hypno are very like. Understandably feared, alongside those that choose to train them
-Val bonding closely w Irida and letting her air her grievances w being clan leader, and her kind of joining Val and Volo on their adventures sometimes.
-Val’s insane level of guilt over meeting an amnesiac Ingo who’s nothing but nice to him after all that shit in the Battle Subway went down..
Volo eventually introducing Val (and Irida, probably) to Giratina, among other spoilery endgame story things gkdgkj.
-Missingno just straight up like. Fusing personalities with Hisui!Val to the point where its very hard to tell if Val’s a completely innocent party anymore or if Missingno has just warped his grip on reality That Much. That shit sucks Ass for Volo a lot once Val starts doing some Really fucked up shit let me tell you :). (Let alone the weird body horror missingno puts him through like GOD.)
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some undifferentiated thoughts about my Starfield playthrough as i have them. i am a game developer with a strong interest in procedural generation and i've enjoyed a bunch of other bethesda games so this might get pretty mean sorry
(this is a long one)
starfield dialogue is already exhausting me "oh you must've been living under a moon rock ;)" get it! because they're in space! this would've been too corny for the Jetsons
there's a kind of cheap dusting of space theme over everything. the food isn't salmon but alien salmon. it's not seaweed but alien seaweed. cooking alien stir-fry. come on
cannot get over how clumsily the theming is handled. books, board games, weapon names revolve heavily around space. these people have been living on alien planets for hundreds of years yet have this unending sense of novelty about it. the game takes itself completely seriously but feels like it's attempting to parody itself
people's EYEBALLS are CLIPPING THROUGH THEIR EYELIDS
a woman is speaking to me in french. her accent is about as believable as her haircut
these are some of the worst reflection maps i've ever seen
next to nothing is interactive. you can sit in chairs and sleep in beds and that is about it. can't even drink from people's toilets. disgraceful
game helpfully crashes 5 seconds after i decide i should get some sleep. very handy!
my character has not said a single thing since i started playing. not one peep. this is an unmitigated improvement over Fallout 4 i'm so glad honestly
the more i poke around the big city the more the NPC quips feel like something out of gen-1 pokemon. can't get enough of this coffee :) this city is where it's at :) spacesuits are comfy and easy to wear
very strange sense of altered reality from the quest dialogue too. has anyone at bethesda met a person before? i move on to some mission that has me scanning wildlife on a faraway planet hoping this will, somehow, feel less alien than human conversation
just as with No Man's Sky, every planet is uniformly dotted with equidistantly-placed points of interest that you slowly make your way to (no vehicles besides your jetpack) which always turn out to be some cave or building identical to those you've cleared before
unlike with No Man's Sky, the seamless exploration is faked and the biodiversity is nil. you do get an impressive amount of raw loading screens however
the prefab bases and power stations found everywhere on planets seem to have very sparse, very specific slots for spawning consumables, which results in encountering some giant industrial installation in the middle of nowhere with, i don't know, a loaf of whole-grain sandwich bread just casually sitting next to it all proper. there is no breathable atmosphere here. who is eating this
planetary traversal is a CHORE. i am saying this as someone who loved Death Stranding
heinous "hold to confirm" buttons sprinkled in various flow-breaking places throughout the interface
enemy AI is abominable. nobody is pathing their way to get my ass. "must've been the wind" taken to the next level. an infant playing peekaboo has more object permanence
hoisting yourself up on ledges when jumping is…nice
companions randomly nowhere to be found. persists through multiple fast-travels and loading screens until, just as randomly, they pop back up
storage space is now limited! unlike in Fallout 4 and virtually every other bethesda game, your containers now hold a finite item capacity. god forbid we let the player have fun
baffling inventory UI. i imagine there's a mod out there that completely overhauls it the way SkyUI did for Skyrim. this should not be needed! how are your UIs getting worse a decade later!
scanning the precious few species inhabiting some dusty planet; one of them is this arching red root i've already seen several times before. my job done in this biome, i travel (read: teleport with a loading screen) to the polar region to find some other species. the first one i catalogue is the exact same red root again but this time it's named "boreas root" todd howard is a genius
some alien horror comes at me full fangs out. i hop on a pebble. obscenely, i am safe
procedural terrain generation beyond dull, impossibly unimaginative. these people have not had one critical thought on what makes a procedural world interesting. beginning to feel validated in my belief that only i should be trusted with proc gen. along with perhaps tarn adams
jokes aside this is making me feel genuinely insane. there have been excellent procedural generation techniques that produce compelling explorable maps for decades now. bethesda absolutely has the budget and know-how to do miles better than this yet somehow they just…do not? the same way Pokemon has decided to just no longer bother with their mainline games despite being the highest-grossing media franchise in history? hello? what is for real going on
some of the most cynical breadcrumbing i've seen in years. approaching some random cave and this person in space gear, who in the vast immensity of the infinite cosmos just happens to be snapping pictures right here, tells me more-or-less verbatim "if you like this place, you should see this other place" [other random cave has been added to your map.]
i do not like how good this makes No Man's Sky's gameplay look. it depresses me how much i have to hand it to No Man's Sky for at least not fucking up this bad. please stop making me wish i was playing No Man's Sky instead this is grotesque
i think i've exhausted my interest and patience for this game at the moment. i'll get back to the main story at some point and try some other systems ie. crafting and base-building to see if there's any engagement to be found but so far, my god. my god
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Heya Factual! Been a bit! Hope you're having a good day! Really been enjoying your slime rancher Submas AU, and I'm. Glad to see the group's made it through the (presumably) hardest bit of their time on the ramge, and it's sweet to hear you intend to draw them some more in the future! Here's to hoping we get some more wholesome antics to recover from all the angst...
Also, since it's been such fun watching you craft this new universe these past weeks, I of course had to tailor my Asks to it- the first of which is: is this version of the far far range souly home to Pokemon inspired slimes, or does it still house a mix of the original slimes as well? And can the Pokemon slime become largos too? If so, is it perhaps part of their evolution? Are their slimes for every legendary? Is there an Arceus slime!?
And on that topic, do you think any other characters would translate over to this universe? Would there perhaps be slime versions of Grimace and the gang hopping about? maybe I'm overthinking it, but could team Rocket perhaps persist as a slime smuggling syndicate? With Jessie, James, and their loyal slime Meowth!?
Thank you!! I'm glad you've been liking my slime rancher AU stuff!! :DD Now as for your questions...
I'll be replacing all the in-game slimes with Pokémon. Its not exactly like "this Pokémon takes the role of the tabby slime, and this slime takes the role of the honey slime". Its just all random. Although I did want there to be a "pink" slime of sorts. (A common slime that could eat anything.) And so I made the Trubbish line take that "role" <XD
And in case you're wondering which Pokémon will be added? I plan to just have the Unova region Pokémon present. With only a few exceptions here and there. Its makes sense considering all the humans in this AU are from that region <XD Here are some more examples of Unova region slimes! :)
As for if the Pokémon can become largos? I haven't really figured that out yet.. I feel like it would be cool if the base slime to largo transformation mirrored Pokémon evolution.. buuut I'm having trouble figuring out how that would work as you can see here..
This also begs the question of reginal variants. Maybe it would work like this..?
Ahhh Idk, I'm still thinking everything over <XDD
Also, "Is there an Arceus slime?" Well he doesn't look like your typical slime.. but he's there!
While we're on the subject of legendaries, the ones from the Unova region exist! And I know Giratina isn't in Black/White, but since I added Arceus.. I let him take the place of Tarrs...
I haven't decided if any of the Pokémon slimes can even turn into Tarrs or not. I kind'a like the idea of Tarrs being these unknown beasts that are separate from slimes.. hmm.. who knows <XD
And lastly, Grimace and the gang? And team rocket? I don't think I'll be adding them in canon.. although I did draw a slime Grimace and Sylvester the other day! :DD
Aaaanywho, thank you for the ask! It really got my creative drive going for some reason XDD I've been pretty distracted these last few days working on my live Violet dex.. but I'd still like to come back and draw more for this AU sometime! Thanks again! :))
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