In the Pokemon fandom, every once in a while you stumble upon a ‘Pokeballs are $200′ joke. In reference to how Pokeballs cost 200 of the in-game currency:
What a lot of fans, especially more casual ones, don’t seem to realize is that the currency in the Pokemon games it based on the Japanese yen. The symbol for the currency in the games even resembles the yen symbol:
In fact, according to Bulbapedia, the ‘Poke dollar’ symbol was specifically created for the English translations of the games, and the original Japanese versions use the yen symbol.
Now, for perspective, although the exact exchange rate naturally varies, a US dollar is equivalent to about 120 Japanese yen. So, 200 yen is about $1.67.
A Pokeball in the Pokemon games actually cost less then two bucks.
There’s a REASON we see so many young kids training Pokemon, especially early in the games. The cost of investing into a Pokeball to try catching their own Pokemon easily falls into the range of a typical kid’s allowance. A Potion for healing after battles is 300 (or about $2.50), but since Pokemon Centers offer their healing services for free, that’s a moot point.
Youngsters in the early game only give within a range from 50-150 of the currency, which is about equivalent to $0.40-$1.25. The first Gym Leader in Hoenn Region, Roxanne, give 1,680 in Omega Ruby/Alpha Sapphire, equivalent to about $14. Which is about right for the equivalent of a middle or high school honors student. A later Gym Leader, Winona, gives 4,200, or about $35. The Champion, Steven, gives 11600, or $96.67.
The winnings from enemy Trainers varies, but Ace Trainers seem to give out about 1500 or $14 on average, give or take. Swimmers (especially common later in ORAS), award a range from 400-800, or $3.33-$6.67.
Vitamins (such as Calcium, Iron, and HP UP), cost 9,800 or $81.67 each. An Ultra Ball cost 1,200, or $10. A Paralyze Heal costs the same as a Pokeball, while an Awakening is half that. A Revive is 1,500, or $12.50.
What’s the point of doing this? Well, for one, to get a better sense of the in-game economics, which can be hard to grasp if one doesn’t realize the in-game ‘Poke dollars’ are based on the Japanese yen. And a look at said economics reveals some interesting details.
First, it shows basic Pokemon training and raising is well within the affordability of a ten-year old, or older. Which makes sense as Pokemon is aimed at younger kids, and the develops would want them to have the sense that going on a Pokemon journey is something they could do if they somehow ended up in the Pokemon world.
On the other hand, it also shows there’s really not that much money to be made in Pokemon raising and traning, unless you battle frequently and regularly against higher-level opponents regularly and and win. Which is…very much in line with how professional sports work in real-life. Pokemon battling gets compared to a sporting event a lot for a reason. The initial 3-D games were even called Pokemon *Stadium.* Parallels are frequently drawn between the Pokemon League tournaments and the Olympics in the anime. The low money output is probably also why we often see Gym Leaders and the like working other jobs.
Just something interesting I decided to look into. I’m a Pokemon fan first, before any other fandom, and always will be. It’s shocking that I haven’t written any meta on it yet.
The 1000000 price for the bicycle translates to $8259.51, which is the price of a top quality bike for proffesionals.
Excellent catch! Helps explain why the bikes can ride through stuff like snow and sand. They are of excellent make.
And it also helps explain why the bike shop owners are happy to give out their bikes to a prospective Pokemon Trainer for free (whether through a voucher or otherwise). Your average Trainer taking the Gym challenge puts those bikes through the *wringer.* Riding them along mountains, through marshes, and even through snow. But a bike being able to endure that is the kind of thing a professional rider would look for, and desire.
Most Pokemon Trainers will never be able to afford the bikes, but are in one of the best positions to push them to their limits. So giving them out for free is actually a clever marketing move. Imagine a potential buyer seeing a Trainer riding one of those bikes in Lillycove, and said Trainer reveals they rode it from Rustboro (which means they rose it around a mountain, several caves, a few marshes, and possibly other environments I’m not thinking of right now). That’s a hell of an impression to make, and a fast, easy way to sell the buyer on getting the bike themselves, especially if they ride competitively.
Case in point, in Pokemon Gold/Silver and their re-makes, the bike shop even gives you the bike specifically as ‘advertising.’ After you’ve ridden it around long enough, you get a call saying that because of you doing so, their sales have shot through the roof (and happily tell you to keep the bike). And it’s no wonder why.
okay, while you all complain about pokemon imma sit here and wait ten more years for a new animal crossing game which wont probably be a game but will be some dlc for new leaf again that we can only use a new line of amiibo figures with the possibly NEWER new nintendo 3ds and never the switch HAHA
1. Forgot to go to the caf and eat so many times during college (they kept oddly specific hours, which didn’t match my body clock’s idea of when dinnertime was) that my roommate once conspired with my sister to physically drag me out of my room and lock the door. She didn’t let me back in until she knew I’d eaten something
2. Woke up in the middle of the night my freshman year. Four boys (undoubtedly from the dorm hall known for its pranks) were marching in single file around the entire campus, with penny whistles and banging garbage can lids together shouting “The British Are Coming! The British Are Coming! One if by land and two if by sea!” while they played “Concerning Hobbits”.
3. Sunday nights me, my sister, and one other girl used to just show up in one of the guys’ dorms and be like “Hey guys, let’s play Sardines”, because most of our friends were guys. We found out that you can fit like six people underneath the stairwell. Seven if you’re not claustrophobic. And nobody can see you at all unless you actually go under there. The downside is that there are Spiders.
4. A ten year old Japanese boy solemnly told me that if I were a Pokemon, I’d be Squirtle. Squirtle is, in fact, my favorite starter Pokemon, so I was rather flattered.
6. Looked out my window one night sophomore year with a crowd of baffled girls to discover a guy in a penguin costume and a guy in a Jar Jar Binks mask staging a mock fight on our front lawn.
7. Went on a walk with a friend in the woods, accidentally saved the life of a small fish that had gotten stuck. Proceeded to have a half-serious discussion with said friend over whether or not the fish would return someday to pay back a debt.
8. Snuck into classes before the teachers so I could draw on the chalkboard/write weird parodies of poems. Eventually the Lit Teacher figured out it was me. I don’t remember if he recognized my handwriting or if someone ratted me out.
i really like posts about childhood games so heres one of mine:
back in late 1999 me and my sibling had a shitty little windows 95 in The Backroom (a weird room attached to both of our bedrooms) and every day at whatever o clock we’d watch the one hour of pokemon that would air on our shitty little tv while we sat on our shitty little couch with a stain on it from that time i wasted a dozen eggs trying to hatch one by sitting on it and during WHO’S THAT POKEMON we’d guess (K would guess the pokemon and I would try to replicate the sound we were very good at it)
and then when it was over we would “play pokemon” on the computer. that is, we would pretend to be pokemon and launch our entire bodies at each other and then K would type some stuff in a notepad file and decide who won the battle. this notepad file was like…. horrifically detailed. it had stats and math and how those stats applied to each pokemon and how they changed as it leveled and i was off to the left, five years old shouting “LETS FIGHT SOME MORE” while my ten year old sibling was busy manually calculating a pokemon game because we didn’t have the actual games
then christmas rolled around and i got blue version and the ATOMIC PURPLE gameboy color and K got red version and a yellow gameboy color and we traded with a link cable and we never played computer pokemon ever again the end
i had a couple of ten year old kids i looked after today and i drew them pokemon and i started idly doodling reylo and one of ‘em looked over and was like “that’s rey and that’s ben!!” aND I—!! YES! YE S !
When Red first encounters Mewtwo, the Pokemon is aggressive and hateful. He captures Mewtwo, but knowing it is not safe to keep them among humans, he flees deep into the mountains where Mewtwo can recover in peace.
Only around twelve years old, the boy abandons his family, his friends, and his Champion title to keep people safe from Mewtwo… And to keep Mewtwo safe from them. It’s a long process, but gradually Mewtwo begins to trust him. He goes down for supplies once or twice a week but spends most of his time up on them mountain with his team and with Mewtwo.
Having uncovered Mewtwo’s story on Cinnabar Island, Red understands how angry they are, but over time as Mewtwo begins to trust him and open up to him, he comes to understand them even more. He learns how frightened they are, and how they feel worthless in every way except battling strength. Determined to help although he knows he can do very little, Red tells Mewtwo that they mean the world to him. Knowing how much he has sacrificed to stay up on Mt. Silver, Mewtwo starts to believe him.
Red is starting to get homesick because he can rarely afford to leave the mountain while looking after Mewtwo. Still, he persists, but Mewtwo knows that he really wants to go home. It is a frightening thought for Mewtwo, since they don’t have a home to go to, but they still don’t want to live around people either. Finally, a challenger climbs to the peak of Mt. Silver. This is the point where Red truly learns how much of a legend he has become down below. But he doesn’t want to live his life as a mysterious, legendary trainer for people to hunt down and pit themselves against in dangerous locations. Really, he just wants to be a normal boy and live with his family again for a while. Mewtwo cares for him deeply, and knows how much he has done for their sake, so trainer and Pokemon agree to part ways, and Mewtwo goes peacefully to another region to help Pokemon in need.
Around ten years later, Red has grown up and is invited with Blue to run the Battle Tree in Alola. Not long after the facility opens, they meet the eleven-year-old who recently became Champion. Although in many ways the kid is not like Red- nowhere near as shy, and maybe not quite as mature as he was at their age- he is nonetheless reminded of his younger self by the brightness in their eyes. They, too, are a young prodigy trainer with passion for battling. The child is enamoured with the legendary Champion of Kanto, their idol as they were growing up, and Red can’t help but admire them as well.
They build up a good friendship. Despite his reserved nature, Red embraces the role of an older brother and mentor figure to this kid. Not that they need much mentoring battle-wise, since they prove to be well capable of beating him in battle. One day, he finds out about the Ultra Beasts. The kid was tasked with keeping them to prevent them from causing destruction because they were lost and confused after coming to Earth. But the young Champion is having trouble getting to know the beasts because of their unearthly natures; they don’t eat or behave in the same way many Pokemon do. They are angry and upset and can’t seem to get used to living around humans.
Red has seen this all before. He knows how to treat them with patience and kindness. He understands their confusion, and how to help them through it. He recognises their anger, and knows how to help calm them down without putting himself in danger too. And this time, using what he learned all those years ago with Mewtwo, he knows how all of this can be done without having to go far away and hide.
As the months go by, Red teaches the Alola Champion how to help the Ultra Beasts to adjust to life on Earth. In time, they happily integrate among other kinds of Pokemon.
One day, as the two trainers are sitting at the coast on Poni Island, looking over the calm waters with the Ultra Beasts playing and relaxing around them, the young Champion tells Red about their dear friend, who they haven’t seen in such a long time, and how they miss her every day. Caught up in nostalgia, Red remembers all the time he spent on Mt. Silver. He tells the Champion how much he misses his friend too.
-I was thoroughly underwhelmed and relieved by the amount of customers we had last night when we opened the doors. Unfortunately, the real Black Friday shoppers apparently decided to wait until today to come in en masse, and it was more terrifying than I had ever imagined. Thankfully this did not stop Cat Lady from coming in four separate times during my shift without making a single purchase.
-A woman attempted to specify to me which items she wanted a gift receipt for. I would ask, “All of it?” She would reply, “No, just these,” gesturing to everything. This cycle went on for an entire minute at which point we finally reached the understanding that she did in fact want a gift receipt for everything.
-A gaggle of elderly guests shouted from a location I could not determine, repeating, “Excuse me. Excuse me.” in what was simultaneously a whisper and a shout. While it may be later than they would have hoped, I would now like to formally excuse them from all that they could have been asking for.
-Far too many people have come through the store treating Black Friday as a sport, seeing who can sacrifice the most manners to attain the most savings. The winner is whoever spends the least money while purchasing the most stuff. The loser, their cashiers.
-An older woman purchased $150 of Pokemon cards, but at no point did she mention any gift receipts or anything about presents at all. I hope this means that she is working her way towards being the best that there ever was and establishing that Pokemon trainers can, in fact, age past ten years.
-A woman in her sixties purchased Cards Against Humanity along with several expansions. Whether she is entirely unaware of what the game holds in store for her or entirely aware of what is to come, I want nothing more out of my life than to be the Czar.
-The only genuine winners of Black Friday are the two amazingly polite dads who came through with their toddlers in hand, boasting to each other of how much they saved on their kitchen appliances.
-I watched on in confusion and terror as a woman deliberately passed up dozens of smaller bills, one at a time, to ultimately draw out a $100 bill to pay for her $11 purchase. If her goal was to prove herself the highest of rollers in the store at the time, she accomplished this with flair.
-A sweet old woman entered my lane, a mysteriously goatee-shaped bandaid on her chin, pristine white gloves on her hands, a gray sweater with the hood altered to function as a cape perfecting her ensemble. I want her to adopt me as soon as we can both fit it into our schedule, or at least sign her as my fashion consultant and see if I can commission a cape-hooded hoodie from her.
-I handed a young girl the book she had so eagerly purchased. She excitedly took it and ran to the end of the lane as her parents continued the transaction and began to read the story aloud to all within earshot. She spun the tale of the two kittens with such passion that I was left wanting more than another chapter as the family left the store.
-I was greeted by a mother-daughter shopping duo who had also come through my lane the previous night. They were passionate about their savings, but equally concerned with my well-being and lack of sleep. If I had the energy, I would have wept a single tear as they walked away, leaving me behind to watch the closest things I had to friends in this shift attain the freedom I so dearly desired.
-”You have incredible hair,” a bald man told me wistfully, eyeing my unreasonably thick brown mop. The sadness in his eyes made me consider cutting off a lock to hand to him, but I thought better of it, lest we enter a giving-a-mouse-a-cookie style scenario.
-An elderly woman placed her bills down on the conveyor belt one by one to count them out. I picked them up as she placed down the first couple to ensure they were not swept under the belt. I gestured for her to place them in my hand rather than on the moving surface. Instead, she took this as a challenge, throwing her money across the counter, avoiding my hand as best as she could, cackling to herself as I made a mad dash to pick up each. I never expected this sort of chaotic evil to come from such a frail body, but I have learned my lesson. I will never underestimate a potential nemesis again.
-As I was walking towards the guest services counter, I passed a shrieking baby and a mother desperate to soothe him. I happened to have a strip of stickers in my pocket and, before thinking about it, swooped in to hand them to the child. They immediately ceased the crying and the mother shouted her thanks as I walked away. I am now a gracious sticker fairy and I will pursue this new path wholeheartedly.
-The information that I used to work at Forever 21 has leaked to the management, and I became the subject of a battle between a front end manager and a soft lines manager. I believe soft lines won out in the end and I may have been brought into a new line of work.
-A father attempted to heckle me, asking if I would accept his Kohl’s cash. I turned the tables on the man, telling him that I would gladly take it, but it would not lower his total at all. His family found this hilarious, laughing at him uproariously as he pouted to himself after being roasted so severely. Let this be a lesson to all cashier-hecklers: we are doing our best and our jobs are hard enough and some of us cope with humor and sometimes you will get brutally burned.