Ongo has been quietly investing in a small time account as he searched for a summer job. Needing to suddenly liquidate to pay for unseen expenses, he decided to withdraw a bit more as well since he had been saving for months with little pleasure aside from the rush of playing the market. Sparked by the news of a classless thief on TV, he remembered his own love for Pokemon, and decided the check out the scene.
As Ongo searched for memories in his visual database, he recalled a friendly negotiation with an elementary school friend, Nick:
Nick had some nice cards, and kept them organized. He was looking to add to his collection. In turn, I shower him mine, and then I saw what would be leverage in a trade - his face lighting up as he marveled over my Magneton and Machamp.
Knowing Nick’s love for these two, I rifled through his binder and found something that I thought even better.. a Blastoise. Though this Blastoise, tucked away in a sheet, was clearly heavily played. Quite frankly, the card looked like shit. The foil portion had marks all over it, as if Nick was clawing at it in fear to remove it from the battlefield. I knew Nick’s personality, and thought I may be the more appropriate pokemon trainer for this rare and powerful pokemon.
Not being too concerned with the aesthetic misery of the card, I agreed to trade my Magnetron and Machamp for his Blastoise.
Did Ongo go home a winner? It’s up for debate. But what he knew, is that this Blastoise, bent vertically and inward from his classmates anxious death-grip, was definitely the more powerful pokemon on paper.
As Ongo came to from his memories, he made up his mind: he will search eBay for a base set pack (unlimited for budget reasons) to see what feelings it will spark. Also, his favorite base set card, Alakazam, must be purchased as well. Looking for a deal, he purchased one in the language of a quarter of his heritage - German. Simsala was it’s home name, named after a mystical world in a classic German tale. And so the fantasy became a reality.