
Who's still playing Pokémon Go? Ask any of the 48,000 people at this Rose Bowl event
'Who has a shiny Oshawott they can trade? What about a Blitzle? Any Pansages?' one person asks.
'I've got a Snivy!' someone shouts back.
'I'll trade a Panpour,' another counters.
To an outsider, the scene might sound like an episode of 'Storage Wars' — gibberish over a megaphone — and look a bit like a zombie apocalypse. But the people here are, in fact, Pokémon Go fans who arrived at mega-event 'Pokémon Go Tour: Unova' this past weekend for a shot at catching some of the gaming world's favorite fictional creatures. It's been nearly a decade since the release of mobile game Pokémon Go, the brainchild of San Francisco-based augmented reality developer Niantic and the Pokémon Co. — you may recall the days of 2016 when droves of Angelenos swarmed the city's streets in search of brightly colored, cartoon-like Pokémon.
Now in 2025, it's evolved into a herculean entity that hosts IRL gatherings such as the Unova tour stop in L.A., which was broken into 'seasons' across the Rose Bowl and surrounding areas. Attendees pose in front of Halloween decorations, then scramble to catch a photo beneath artificial snow nearby. As they move, their screens light up with different colors — crossing into 'Winter Caverns' changes their game face to blue. Likewise, a stroll into 'Autumn Masquerade' switches it to red.
Here on the golf course, a group gathers under an oak tree to escape the sun. A man dressed in a Pikachu onesie sits along the roots, swigging water and catching a breath. One player pits her lowly Sandshrew against the legendary Reshiram. On any other day, she'd be beat, but with 20 other players fighting with her, she'll see swift victory.
'I keep messing up my curve balls,' she shouts, manically flicking her fingers across her phone screen to throw Poké Balls, the spherical tools used to catch Pokémon, the mission of the game. After throwing her last Poké Ball, the majestic white dragon flees. 'Damn it!' she says.
The weekend's festivities tallied 48,000 visitors, while roughly 253,000 participated in the wider virtual event throughout Los Angeles and Orange County. Twenty-one million Pokémon were caught. Such staggering numbers certainly warrant the question: How has a mobile game outlasted the fads and maintained such a grip on its fans?
'If you've been playing Pokémon Go for 10 years, it's possible in the last decade that you've found your partner, you've settled down, you've had kids,' Angela Ferguson-Martins, live events marketing manager for Niantic, says. 'You could be introducing them to Pokémon right now, and I think that that's something really special.'
'Pokémon: The First Movie,' a Japanese anime adventure film first released in the U.S. in 1998, forever changed the lives of children, who became well acquainted with the likes of Pikachu, Squirtle, Charmander and Bulbasaur, and their parents, whose wallets were wedged open to dole out for trading cards and merchandise. When Pokémon Go was released years later, it was seen by many as revolutionary — through the use of AR, players were able to see different Pokemon in the living world around them.
For Zoë, a Pokémon Go content creator who goes by ZoëTwoDots and traveled from Australia for the event, Pokémon was the foundation of her youth. Pokémon Go offered a way back in.
'I would have been about 4 or 5 years old when the show came out,' she said. 'I was just enamored with it, collecting the cards from a very young age.'
Fifty-year-old Burbank native Rit Lu found his way to Pokémon Go through his daughter when the game launched. While his daughter is 'onto other things now,' Lu is still all in. He recalls the Pokémon Go fan base dwindling in the years before the COVID-19 pandemic. But in 2020, when everyone was stuck indoors, Niantic introduced new ways for fans to play at home, amping up the excitement for the game. For instance, it added remote raid passes, an add-on to the already-existing Pokemon raids that allowed players to join from afar.
In 2022, Niantic released the Community Ambassador Program, which Lu slotted into comfortably. Nowadays, he hosts meetups of around 100 players, twice a week. Around special event days, the gatherings can reach anywhere up to 400. On the Niantic Campfire app, as well as on the Pokémon Go Los Angeles subreddit and Facebook group, players can find in-person happenings across the city.
Lu ascribes the game's longevity to none other than community. Even though the voluntary program demands a 'net outpouring' of his funds and a large time commitment, he calls it a 'labor of love.'
'We do this because it helps cement my ability to help my community,' Lu says. 'The game encourages and incentivizes us to come together, to help each other … it's set up so that when you win more, I win more.'
As far as what's on the horizon for the gaming behemoth, Niantic recently confirmed the release of video game 'Pokémon Legends: Z-A' in late 2025, which will likely be brought over to Go soon after. In the meantime, the company has also officially partnered with Major League Baseball, further cementing the game's U.S. presence. This blooming relationship will transform certain games throughout each team's season to incorporate aspects of Pokémon Go.
Encino residents Dan and Imy Velderrain, both in their 50s, picked up the game one day and couldn't put it back down. They're sitting at a nearby patio, sheltered under umbrellas and fighting off sweat.
'Since 2019,' Dan says, proudly sharing how long he has been playing.
Dan was never a fan of the games growing up but was introduced to it by Imy's son. The two would hang out at their local park to join raids — events that give players a chance to battle and catch legendary Pokémon.
'We go down there, and they're all doing the raids but they need one more player so I just downloaded it,' Dan remembers. 'And here I am ever since.' He explains that he is usually early wherever he goes and so the game helps him 'kill time.'
The Velderrains' children are at the event on this day as well, the game having helped the family stay connected. As the couple rests in the shade, they look out at the masses of players on the acres of grass.
When asked where their kids are, Imy simply points toward the crowds, laughs and says, 'They're out there somewhere!'
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Cosmopolitan
2 hours ago
- Cosmopolitan
'Let the tarot cards choose your match': Read two writers' attempt at finding love using a psychic
We're dressed to (mildly) impress, armed with charm, wit and just enough mascara to survive the light London drizzle. The two of us, Cosmo-colleagues-turned-IRL-friends, arrive fashionably late to our double date destination: a dimly lit cocktail bar, where we're meeting two finance bros sourced from a singular Hinge match. Conversation flows, but not as well as the wine on tap, and halfway through the accompanying cheese board, we realise that we're more invested in each other (and the bread basket) than the men and their stories of childhood trauma, thinly disguised as banter. We both want very different things from the evening… and neither of us leave satisfied. The golden retriever of the two of us (hi, that's me, Lia) is disappointed that her match, the cute boy-band-esque guy who she had already started planning a life with (three kids and two cats, specifically), doesn't ask any questions and is preoccupied with talking about his ex. And the black cat of our duo (Lydia here) is annoyed that the hot 'numbers guy' isn't actually that hot in person and there's zero sexual chemistry. They're nice enough, just 'would help you move a sofa but wouldn't make you laugh during the process' kind of nice. As we wobble down the cobbled street, post-date and a little tipsy, knowing full well we don't want to see them again, we start theorising on ways to increase the likelihood of finding romantic connections. (Or maybe said theorising began in the bathroom after our second glass of wine? Semantics.) 'Maybe we take over each other's profiles' is an early suggestion, but seeing as we're both as unsuccessful as the other, we veto the idea. 'Is a run club on the cards?' It's a firm no from Lia. Our conversation then spirals and leads to all things star signs, the universe and, eventually, psychics. What if we're just not meant to be in charge of our love lives any more? What if the dating apps aren't broken… the universe just has other plans? And that's when the cosmic stars align: maybe it's time to let someone with a crystal ball – and, depending on your outlook, questionable credentials – take the wheel. Could this be the key to finding a perfect match? In the interests of journalism (and preventing RSI on our swiping thumbs), we found out… 'So, am I going to meet my soulmate on one of these apps?' I ask with full optimism as I hand over my Hinge, Bumble and whatever's left of my dignity to Sharon, a psychic medium who is part of Psychic Sisters, a Kim Kardashian-approved group of readers, healers and therapists based in Selfridges' flagship store on Oxford Street. It's a fast, devastating plummet to reality when she simply answers, 'No. You're wasting your time, you're getting nowhere,' while eyeing me across the blue crystal table. I want to stop the meeting immediately. Cut the cameras – deadass. I want to delete every single dating app off my phone and reassess my entire love life. Because when the universe's most glamorous fortune cookie, who also happens to be a warm, motherly figure dressed in a black T-shirt and jeans, is reading me like a book (she told me it was my grandma's spirit feeding her this information), I listen. I knew, before I even arrived on this wet March day, that I would believe whatever it was she had to say. As, when it comes to woo-woo, I am a full-on believer (thanks in large part to a once spookily accurate clairvoyant reading and an always-on-point weekly horoscope). 'But I am picking up that there is someone new coming in around you,' Sharon, thankfully, reassures me. Aaaand breathe. 'I'm seeing something organically coming into your life. Out and about in the sun. Are there summer parties? Are there events? Non-working ones, where you're socialising and enjoying yourself.' I can get behind this. I should have known to trust the all-knowing psychic woman, even if she is someone I have never met before. After all, the universe, moon, tarot cards, crystals and my black cat, Olive, are my religion. That said, my friends are always telling me that I'm – get this – too trusting. In life, generally, but romance-wise, too. I put my faith in every and any guy who passes me by, and… it hasn't served me well. I've googled 'How to deal with being ghosted' more than once, as the men that the algorithm gods have granted (I use 'granted' very loosely here, FYI) tend to match with me, then swiftly unmatch. And, while I like to think of myself as a boss ass biatch… it hurts a lot more than I even let on to my friends. This is something Sharon, or the ghost (not the ones that I've found on the apps but the one she's chatting to), says I shouldn't dwell on too much. 'She [the ghost] is saying that you need to leave the past in the past,' Sharon explains. Well, that told me! And that a 'fresh, new energy is coming' means this should be easy… right? 'Why do I keep getting Glastonbury as well?' Sharon diverts. 'Oh my God!' I practically scream, 'I'm going to Glastonbury this summer.' I may not be meeting my future husband on a dating app, but I will be meeting him at Glasto, I decide. It chimes perfectly with Sharon's 'out and about in the sun' philosophy. 'And it's going to be sunny,' she confirms. Which, considering no one wants a mud-pit of a Glasto, is good news for everyone going, not just me and my future husband. Still, despite predicting that he won't be found in my phone, Sharon offers to give me some pointers if I want to carry on dating until he arrives. She begins swiping through my matches and, immediately, cries out, 'Ugh?!' as we both make faces of disgust over who I have on there. And so, for the rest of the session, I forget that Sharon is a psychic and instead we kiki over potential dates. In the days that follow, I pursue the roster of men that Sharon suggested I date, but unfortunately, they lead to… nothing. I decide to consult a second opinion from psychic Miraa on the Nebula astrology app. Sure, I'm no supernatural, but a glance at Miraa's profile – which says she has 10-plus years of experience, more than 17,800 consultations on the app and a 4.9/5 rating (at the time of writing) – tells me all I need to know: she has a good intuition. Oh, and to boot, she's wearing a chunky crystal necklace in her profile picture. Sold. I send Miraa screen recordings of 10 recent Hinge and Bumble matches and ask for her opinion on whether they would be a good fit for me. But first, the all-important: 'Do you think I'll meet my lover on a dating app?' (I'm an impatient Leo, what can I say?) 'Your warmth, curiosity and charisma attract a lot of people around you,' Miraa types out to me over the chat function. 'When a person talks to you, communicates with you and understands you, that's how they would know you best. The chances are higher for you to find a romantic partner in person.' This confirmation from Miraa is somewhat comforting. Her views align with Sharon's, so they must be on to something. 'Do you think I'm wasting my time on the dating apps?' I probe, to which she responds, 'Well, I can check your energies with each guy you have sent me.' Brilliant! This will be interesting, I think to myself. Miraa first tells me that one of the boys is already in a relationship, she then questions another's sexuality (read: 'Are you sure he is straight?') and presumes that a strong contender (in my eyes) is a 'loner'. Unethical? Probably. Savage? Absolutely. Even though Miraa wasn't fully convinced by any of the men (ultimately, she did say that love would find me with a real-life meeting), I gave a few of the ones she didn't completely rule out the benefit of the doubt – to exercise my flirting skills, as Sharon recommended. I sent messages to the whittled-down five, only to be met with three ghosts (shock) and a dwindling conversation that didn't go far enough for a date to manifest. But by good fortune, a cocktail with the 'loner' came to fruition. So, we go for a couple of drinks and while the two pints of beer go down well, the conversation doesn't. There isn't so much as a romantic ember, let alone spark, to write home about, and we therefore conclude to stay 'friends'. Spoiler: we haven't spoken since. The thing is, while Miraa was using her psychic abilities, she was also, like we all do, making swift judgments based on very little. You can't tell someone's sexuality, or if they're a 'loner', just from a photo. Nor should you. But we do. I do it to them, they do it to me. It's maddening to think my worth – my entire existence and opportunity for love – is reduced to a few curated photos and a bio that's equal parts humour and existential crisis. I've deleted and downloaded the apps time and time again, oscillating between enthusiastic optimism and flat-out despair. It's no wonder that I'm burned out; falling in love shouldn't feel like competing in a never-ending episode of Love Island: Thumb Edition. While this experiment hasn't given me a simple solution to love, it has given me what I probably needed most of all – a bit of a breather. It's reminded me to be patient with myself (and with others) and to leave a bit of room for romance to find me, rather than hunting it down like an item on my to-do list that I just can't seem to get crossed off. So, although I do find myself every so often (typically on a Sunday evening) browsing through potential app matches, it's been nice to be reminded that they aren't the be-all and end-all. And neither is my Glastonbury knight in shining armour. I do carry hope that he will find me and that the universe will gift me the best summer of my life. But maybe, no matter who I meet, that magic was always going to come my way. It's 3pm and I'm sipping on a bottle of Sol in one of my favourite east-London pubs. On the cosy leather banquette next to me is my date for the afternoon, Toby*. He's cute – not my usual type, but he has an interesting job, makes good jokes and… comes recommended by two psychics. When we made the decision to put our dating lives in the hands of psychics, I wasn't convinced. But then, I reasoned, I already succumb to a power I can't control: an algorithm that thinks I'm compatible with men who list 'crypto' as a hobby. So, I offset my scepticism with a 'what's the worst that can happen' attitude. Upon meeting my reader, Sheila (another member of Psychic Sisters), I'm instantly relaxed. She's more like your mum's friend who pops by for a cup of tea – no woo-woo vibes in sight. Sheila offers me the tarot deck and I split the cards, of which she pulls nine out and starts telling me about my past. There are many elements of my story she (surprisingly) nails down to a tee – my overthinking and intensely analytical personality, for one. I think the words 'control freak' are also brought up. She also correctly identifies my desire for great chemistry; as she puts it, 'The way he speaks to you is very important. You wouldn't last five minutes with someone that couldn't communicate because you're a Chatty Cathy.' It's something I've never been able to put into words, but hearing it makes me realise so much more about myself and what I look for in a partner. She also nails it when it comes to understanding how I feel about PDA (usually a big no go), feeling seen during sex and wanting to spend time with people who are passionate about what they do. However, ever the cynic, I start doubting her psychic abilities when she predicts I'm looking for a 'big love' and someone who is 'looking to marry, or someone to settle down with, or someone at least not scared of those things'. Right now, I'm not looking for a love of any size. Following a difficult breakup a few years ago, it's taken me a while to come back to the dating scene and I have no interest in starting a serious relationship with anyone. I like going on dates, meeting new people and having a flirt with a guy at the bar, but finding my soulmate and moving in with them, as she suggests I am going to in the next few months, is not part of my plan. It almost feels to me (the cynic, hi!) like she's making a blanket reading, based on what she thinks I want to hear, based entirely on the fact I'm a single woman in her 20s. But the gender-based stereotype in which all women are looking for their soulmate and a serious relationship as the end goal couldn't be further from the truth for me. Still, I show her my Hinge and Bumble matches. They're a mix of guys I've gone on dates with and ones I'm considering seeing. She instantly picks up on the energy of Max*, someone I'd gone for a drink with and was on the fence about seeing again. 'He's passionate. He's quite full-on. He has an inquiring mind, so he'd suit you on that level, but it's just how much substance there is there,' she says. Then there's Oliver*. We'd had a good date, and he gave off easy-going vibes, but Sheila quickly warns, 'I think he gives across this image of very complete and very together, easy to talk to and easy to be with. But there's a little bit of a control element there.' It's surprising, as I usually deem myself a pretty good judge of character. (Side note: I continue speaking to Oliver over the next few weeks to test the theory. The control element never rears its ugly head, so was Sheila really picking up bad energy or was it just a punt that didn't land?) We then get to new potential matches and I ask which two I should go on dates with. She rattles through them, giving verdicts on each in our remaining seven minutes, hilariously referring to the many shirtless guys as 'action men' (what can I say? I have a type) before settling on Toby and Jack*. She likes Toby because 'there's something sweet about him. He has a good sense of humour, he's genuine and down to earth. He's good-looking'. And Jack she suggests because, 'The people he cares about, he cares about very well. He has a very protective side. What you see is what you get.' I send them both messages, and while I never hear back from Jack, the chat flows with Toby and we arrange a date. It's refreshingly easy and I question whether I've got it wrong. Maybe Sheila does know what she's talking about. To get a second opinion, I arrange a virtual chat with another psychic, Hillary, on Nebula. I send her photos of matches and she also likes Toby's vibe. She calls him a 'sweetheart' and thinks I'll enjoy 'his personality and he'll make [me] laugh'. Both psychics are right, Toby does make me laugh and I enjoy chatting to him ahead of our date. However, there are warning signs for me. Namely, he's looking for a serious relationship. While that isn't a red flag in itself, of course, he's strict on the idea of not dating more than one person at once. As someone who used to put all their eggs in one basket, ignoring warning signs and carrying on with the relationship, I'm hesitant to do the same moving forwards. We're both open about this and agree to go on the date; after all, we might not like each other in real life. The date starts off well. We talk about our weeks and the Game Of Thrones actor we spot heading into the pub garden behind us, and share a quick kiss. But then things get very serious. He brings up his boundaries and reveals a lot of past trauma. It's deep for a first date and, in fairness, I also open up on my own relationship history. We leave on a good note, but I come away from the whole thing feeling weighed down. He seems committed to getting into a relationship, but it's too much and there's pressure to abandon what I want in order to date him. After a few days, I decide to send him (what I thought was) a polite message saying how great it was to meet him, but neither of us should feel obligated to give up our dating goals to make the other happy. Cue three voice notes barraging me for going on a date when I don't want a relationship and not telling him about it beforehand (I did). Playing them confirms I made the right decision. Weeks later, Toby messages me out of the blue, asking if I've changed my mind. I don't reply, but it gets me thinking. Were the psychics right? In some ways, yes. There's a world in which, had I followed what they said blindly, I would have committed to dating Toby and getting into a serious relationship, as they predicted. But I know myself better than anyone, and I know that isn't what's best for me right now (especially not with someone so eager to put pressure on me to bend my own boundaries for the sake of theirs). I'm grateful to my own inner soothsayer for cutting my losses early. And grateful to the psychics, and this experiment, for solidifying my belief that I'm nowhere near wanting a relationship. It's reminded me that when I do go searching, I'll carry on trusting my own intuition over anyone else's. Lia Mappoura (she/her) is the Beauty Writer at Cosmopolitan UK. Covering everything from viral celebrity hair and makeup news to the latest trend predictions, she's an expert in recognising the season's next big beauty look (before it ends up all over your social media feeds). You'll usually find her putting TikTok's recent beauty hacks to the Hype Test, challenging the gender-makeup binary and social stereotypes, or fangirling over the time Kourtney Kardashian viewed her Instagram Story (yes, it's true). Find her also on LinkedIn. Lydia Venn is Cosmopolitan UK's Senior Entertainment and Lifestyle Writer. She covers everything from TV and film, to the latest celebrity news. She also writes across our work/life section regularly creating quizzes, covering exciting new food releases and sharing the latest interior must-haves. In her role she's interviewed everyone from Margot Robbie to Niall Horan, and her work has appeared on an episode of The Kardashians. After completing a degree in English at the University of Exeter, Lydia moved into fashion journalism, writing for the Daily Express, before working as Features Editor at The Tab, where she spoke on BBC Radio 4's Woman's Hour and Talk Radio. She has an encyclopedic knowledge of Gilmore Girls and 00s teen movies, and in her free time can be found with a margarita in hand watching the Real Housewives on repeat. Find her on LinkedIn.


New York Post
2 days ago
- New York Post
Brewers phenom Jacob Misiorowski pulls rare Pokémon card in clubhouse
Jacob Misiorowski is on fire. Not only has the Brewers rookie phenom taken baseball by storm with a dazzling start to his career, but the 23-year-old has hot hands off the field as well. The flame-throwing righty pulled a rare Pokémon card after Friday's win over the Mets, a holographic Charizard — a fire-breathing dragon-like creature — from the original base set that was released in 1999. Misiorowski's teammates went nuts after he pulled the card, as shown in a video first posted to closer Trevor Megill's Instagram Story. 'That's, like, the big card. So it was fun. It was really cool,' Misiorowski said, per 'It's just crazy that we pulled it in the locker room. I didn't expect anything. I just saw that it was red and I was like, holy [smokes], this might actually happen.' If the card is in near mint condition, it goes for roughly $455 as is. If it were to get graded by an authentication company, it could be worth more. 3 Brewers rookie Jacob Misiorowski pulls a rare Charizard card from a 1999 Pokémon pack. Instagram/trevormegill 3 Jacob Misiorowski reacts after pulling the Charizard. Instagram/trevormegill A base set Charizard in a gem mint 10 grade by PSA is worth roughly $15,000. There are 489 copies in a PSA 10. Brewers first baseman Rhys Hoskins had a few packs of the old cards that he handed out to teammates to open after the team's series-opening win over the Mets, according to Pitcher Brandon Woodruff is a new collector, and Hoskins let him open a pack. 3 Jacob Misiorowski pitching for the Brewers on July 28, 2025. Getty Images 'For the last couple of months, we have been visiting card shops together on the road,' Hoskins said. 'I've been collecting pretty heavily for the last five years or so since the pandemic. Like a lot of people going through their old things back home, we found nostalgia in our closet.' The start of Misiorowski's career has been so eye-popping that it earned him a controversial All-Star nod after just five starts. He has a 2.70 ERA with 47 strikeouts in 33 ⅓ innings across seven starts. Misiorowski is currently on the injured list with a shin contusion, but threw three simulated innings on Saturday and should be rejoining the Brewers in short order.


Digital Trends
2 days ago
- Digital Trends
These are the wildest Pokédex entries I found that you never knew were canon
We've had so many Pokémon games over the years that I think we can lose sight of just how weird these monsters are. We play as kids carrying around super-powered wild animals at the end of the day, but have just come to accept it. The Pokédex has been our tool across all the Pokémon games to catalog every monster we encounter, but it also includes a little snippet of information about them. With over 1,000 Pokémon in the Dex so far, there are a lot of entries to sift through, but a few have stuck out to the community over the years as being strange, surprising, frightening, and just plain bizarre for a kids' game. I've filled out and read through the complete Pokédex to pull out the most unbelievable entries. Magcargo's body temperature is higher than the sun With a name that combines magma and escargo, this lava snail Pokémon looks exactly like you would expect. Coming from Gen 2, this was a decent Fire/Rock type that is the evolution of Slugma. But if you check out the entry for this second form, you will learn that it has an internal body temperature of over 18,000°F (10,000 °C). Those numbers are probably too high to mean anything, so here's some context: lava can reach temperatures of up to 2,200 °F, so it's already orders of magnitude hotter than that. What about the surface of the sun? That measures at around 10,000 degrees, which is still not as hot as this Pokémon's body. The implications of this thing even existing on Earth are astounding. Spoink will die if it stops bouncing I wasn't too familiar with Spoink before checking its entry, but now I don't think I'll ever forget it. This is a pig-like Pokémon that has a pink ball on its head and uses its curly tail to bounce around. And it can never stop bouncing. According to its Pokédex entry, Spoink's bouncing is what keeps its heart beating, meaning it can never stop or it will die. It even keeps bouncing in its sleep. What a cursed existence that would be. Primeape will die of anger We all know the ball of fur and rage that is Primeape, but I bet you didn't know how angry this monkey could get if pushed to the limit. This is another entry that gets overlooked since it is an evolution, but it paints a picture of an animal that has more than a few anger issues. Besides getting pissed and ready to fight for even a stray glance in its direction, it has been known to die from sheer rage. Apparently, this is the only time a Primeape looks calm and peaceful, which makes the whole thing kind of sad. Gardevoir can make a black hole Stop being weird about Gardevoir! Okay, with that out of the way, time to get weird about Gardevoir. According to the entry from Sapphire, Gardevoir has the power to create a small black hole if it feels it or its trainer is threatened enough. Look, I'm no astrophysicist, but I don't think it matters how 'small' a black hole is if it is on Earth. That's apocalyptic power right there and no one seems to care. Alakazam is way smarter than humans One of my favorite evolution lines in the original Pokémon games was Abra, Kedabra, and Alakazam. Little did I know that Alakazam wasn't just psychic, but also a genius the likes of which the world has never known. According to the Dex, an Alakazam has an IQ that can go above 5,000. As of 2025, the highest recorded IQ is 276, which is…quite a bit lower. That kind of makes the whole relationship of using it to fight wild animals feel kind of weird, doesn't it? Shouldn't these Pokémon be running the country or something instead of shooting psychic beams at electric rats for fun? Yveltal will kill us all one day Forget the fact that Magcargo and Gardevoir are planet-ending Pokémon already because Yveltal is the literal end times waiting to happen. This Legendary Pokémon was introduced in Gen 6 and was the mascot for Pokémon Y. The first red flag in the Pokédex entry is that Yveltal can absorb life energy just by spreading its wings and feathers to power itself up. Okay, scary, but not too bad. When a Yveltal is about to die, though, it will steal the life of everything around it to create a cocoon to sleep in. It doesn't say how far this range is, but based on how fast and loose other entries play with scale, I'm going to assume the worst.