Pokemon. They come in all shapes and sizes, with enough diversity that everyone can find at least one they like. And although it is difficult to have beef (or pork) with a lot of them, chances are you’ll run into a few bad apples when you’re over 900 of something. Humans are imperfect, of course, so misplaced disdain is inevitable, even when it comes to cartoon creatures.
It gives me no pleasure to announce that there are a handful of Pokemon that should die. I’m not demanding that The Pokémon Company launch some sort of mass extinction event in the next Scarlet and Purple (which may or may not be leak everywhere), there’s just something about these pocket monsters that makes me think, “I need you to no longer exist.” I can’t really explain it.
Enjoy.
Ratify
Croconaw
manual
Gliscor
Simipour
Barbaric
Turtonator
stay
Zarude
Quaxly
Sorry, little guys, you can’t all be as fantastic as Koffing.
Disclaimer: The opinions expressed above belong entirely to the author (“Ian Walker”) and do not constitute the views of Kotaku in general. The blog is intended as a parody and not as a legitimate call for the death of any particular Pokemon. You shouldn’t take any of this seriously. Like, really, it’s Friday, allow yourself a little levity. The world is already hard enough as it is. I hope you are all having a good weekend.
