In 2006 I bought a Gameboy Micro to go with my GBA collection, because the thought of massive RPGs on such a tiny device was a real hook. I had one more year left of university and thought I could probably run through the GBA FF games on the hourly bus ride in.
But it never happened. I had the Micro but never sunk enough real time into it.
I went on a Pokemon binge. Having played 40 hours each of Ruby and FireRed, 160 hours on Pearl, 50 hours on HeartGold and White each, and currently 26 hours into White 2… I thought I’d start again and build up some more teams and have a whale of a time so I picked up Emerald, Sapphire, Diamond and Black 1 all for cheap.
My Ruby save had wiped so I couldn’t build a team of eggs on another game and send them over without completing it again, since an unfinished Emerald can’t trade with the RB remakes.
[oh GOD this is boring]
So! In comes the M3 Adapter – a little device used to play roms, homebrew and videos on the GBA. I had one yonks ago with the dream of watching videos on the way into university (before I picked up an iPod video).
I put a Pokemon Emerald ROM onto it using the M3 adapter. I downloaded a save from Gamefaqs and loaded it into Visual Boy Advance. From there I hacked in the Claw Fossil because it was absent. The owner of the save file decided to hack all his Pokemon, so I thought it best to create pure breeds at the Daycare Centre. When hatched they’d be the right level for my Emerald save, and would level up faster. Once the eggs were hatched I loaded the save onto my M3 adapter (using the build in Save Manager app) and connected it to my legit Emerald game using two GBAs. Et voila! After catching 6 trade fodder Pokemon I had my team!
And that’s it.
There’s a real appeal to the GBA titles. It’s the first time I’ve gone back to GBA games in years and it’s great to take a break from persistent internet connections, notifications, alerts, achievements/trophies. I keep feeling an urge to dive back into it, way more than I get from newer games like it appeals to something a little more older in my smelly brain. I’m learning a lot here.
OH the game: It’s going swimmingly. That isn’t a clue. It’s not a game about swimming!