
I was eight years old when Pokemon reached American shores, with two years of steadily expanding tie-ins in Japan getting exported all at once to an eager audience of millennial kids worldwide. I loved it all. The trading cards. The cartoon – which would soon introduce me to the broader world of something called "anime." And most of all, the games.
My steady Nintendo obsession built from a used NES, which grew as further Christmas begging brought me a Super NES and Nintendo 64. But despite my love of video games, I'd never touched an RPG. Maybe I'd been a little young for a genre so dedicated to reading and number-crunching, or maybe my choice of the N64 meant I resented all those fancy-looking Final Fantasy games on the distant PS1.