Pokemon Go Update 0.33.0 tracking feature

It has happened again. Niantic has released yet another Pokemon Go update. Bringing back some of the features they previously disabled, such as, battery saver. They also added an extra warning notice in which you have to confirm that you are not driving when you are moving at a fast speed.  Along with some other under the hood updates, Niantic has updated their nearby feature, and when I say updated I mean replaced the NearBy feature all together. This is another blow to Pokemon Go fans. The nearby feature has been replaced with a "Sightings" tab which appears to be more accurate in reporting nearby Pokemon  than the previous broken nearby but still not as great as when it first came out with the Three step feature. At least we lay in comfort knowing that Niantics is actively trying to fix the tracking aspects of the game, but still, I have to ask Are we settling here? Do we feel content because we've lost confidence in Niantics? And most importantly, "will the game ever be anything more than a blind cat chasing the sneaky mouse? Will it ever reach its full potential? Yes. The mobile app is still in its infancy state and Niantic has been nurturing it since birth, but does it have the best intention at heart? Will they raise it to be the best or will they beat it to the point where it will never amount to anything?  I for one wish it was the later but somehow expect worst. Here are the most recent updates to the game.  

• Added a dialog to remind Trainers that they should not play while traveling above a certain speed. Trainers must confirm they are not driving in order to continue playing
• Made improvements to the accuracy of a curveball throw
• Fixed a bug that prevented ”Nice,” ”Great,” and “Excellent” Poké Ball throws from awarding the appropriate experience bonuses
• Fixed achievements showing incorrect Medal icons
• Enabled the ability for Trainers to change their nickname one time, so please choose your new nickname wisely
• Resolved issues with the battery saver mode and re-enabled this feature
• Added visuals of Team leaders – Candela, Blanche and Spark
• We’re currently testing a variation of the “Nearby Pokémon” feature with a subset of users. During this period you may see some variation in the nearby Pokémon UI.
• Minor text fixes

 

 

Pokemon Go Evolutions/ updates and failures.

It has finally happened!

Niantic Labs has finally released the game of the century. Of course, keeping up with the trend, they released the game in the form of a mobile app. Whether you're on iOS or Android, the game is free to play. Sorry windows user, the game is not out for your platform as of yet.

I personally, have a love hate relationship with Pokémon GO. I loved from the moment it came out, but then Niantic Labs broke the game.  Yes, they intentionally broke the game due to server issues. How sad is that?

Now the game is only a fraction what it was and could be.

It started with the 3 step glitch, then Niantic did something that really pissed people off, they remained silent.

No press release or tweet, not even a single post on their blog to give the people an explanation or hope. The entire Pokémon Go community were outraged. Tweets after tweets, hashtags after hashtags and still Niantic remained silent.

Fans tolerated the silence with the hope that the game will be fixed. But they were dealt with a heavy punch in the gut. Niantic Lab release an update. People rushed home, others didn't care about their data plans and downloaded the update without a second thought. That's when the real horror and realization kicked in.

Niantic not only removed the nearby steps completely, they went after all third party applications, (alternative websites like Pokevision that helped the Pokémon Go community to find their way to that pokemon they've been searching for).

Still, Niantic said nothing. A silent sphere in the center of the world that remained still, people gazing from below wanted answers. Still, Niantics wouldn't give it to them. But fans refused to hold still, to be shackled by their silence. A wave of hardcore players emerged with a hemlock.

Thousands of Fans, demanded answers and they demanded the answers by using the one thing that could make a blind man see...Money.

That's right, fans went after Niantics in the form of refunds. They demanded refunds for their in-app purchases, and guess what? They got it. Apple, without hesitation, refunded peoples money without asking questions. Android uses had to take a few extra steps and time, but they got theirs back. So much so, Google, began directing the users to Niantics email address. They wanted no part in Niantics failure.

Oh, It doesn't stop there. After being directed to their support page, Fans discovered that the email given to them was an automated email, which is a violation against Googles terms of service. That's when the reports started coming.

Yes, This was enough to open Niantic's tight lips in the form of a facebook post.

This only goes to show the power people as a whole have if they utilize it properly. Well, that and the power of MONEY.

Check out some of my evolution videos for Pokémon GO.

CrazySaidWhat

Oh wow. Who would have thought a blank screen can be so intimidating. Just yesterday, I told my boyfirend I wasn't scared of anything. Look at me now. 
Maybe I should jump into what I have to say.
   

A couple of years ago, I started a YouTube channel. No big deal. I posted videos about random stuff. I had videos of pretty much anything and everything I found interesting - from the rude old lady who lived across the street from my house to the disformed biscuit I got from a fast food joint (which oddly enough, reminded me of Tom Crusie). Never once did I stick to one thing. It was all crazy talk.  After my first year of making videos, I was invited by YouTube to become partner.

 

I was honored. I had about 2,00 subscribes. Which isn't much by the standards out there right now, but to me, they were my world. i was obssessed with sharing every ounce of my life with YouTube and my viewers. My subscribers grew and so did my obssession.  I started to trust my viewers. Their compliments fueled my ego. I became brazen. I stopped caring about my safety altogether. I shared videos with packages that had my address on them, at one point, I shared my phone number with all my viewers. Of course, some of my NORMAL viewers advice against it. "It's too dangerous" they said. "There are a lot of crazies out there," they said.  I responded with "awe, you're so sweet for caring" and "don't worry about me, I can take care of myself" How I wish I had been true to my words. 

 

It was in the middle of October when I came face to face with one of my fans. I was at a Starbucks, sipping a white chocolate mocha, when the Barista came up to me and handed me a venti white chocolate mocha. I was about to tell her she had mistaken her order when she waves her had and points at the man sitting a few tables opposite side of me. "Compliments of an admirere" she said. Then she scurries away before I could hand it back to her.  Not wanting to be a total snub, I wave at the man, smile and gather my things. I'm already out the door and a few steps down when the man suddenly appears in front of me. I freeze. I didn't know what his deal was, what he wanted. I knew nothing about him. He on the other hand seemed to know a lot about me.

 

He called me by my name, my childhood nickname. There was something about him that triggered all the warning bells inside my head. Still, as the man continues to compliment me and my channel, I couldn't help but gloat. I still remember the look on his face, that goofy, awe stricken look.  I told myself I was being over cautious and scolded myself for being a snob.  This man didn't seem like a bad person. He wore thing round glasses, had peppered colored hair and a long thin built. He reminded my of someone I couldn't place at the moment. I remember he carried a brief case. A smooth, leathery brown brief case. He had to be a business man, I told myself. As far as I knew, business men weren't bad people. They were educated and never did anything wrong. I was so naive.  

The next day, I went back to the same Starbucks. It was the closest one from my house and only two blocks away from my school. I walk in, there's a few people ahead of me, so I patently wait my turn. The business man, who had introduced himself as Tom, walks up to me and hands me a venti white chocolate mocha. I was hesitant at first, but it was cold out that morning. My fingers welcomed the warmth of a steaming hot cup of mocha heaven. I smiled politely and thank him for his generosity. He offered for me to take a seat at his table. I look around and there were a few empty tables scattered around, but I didn't want to be rude and he did buy me a cup of mocha. I smile and take a seat. The entire time, the man kept staring at me. He smiled all the time, but sometimes, when I caught him off guard. He had this weird look in his eyes. The kind of look a starved man would give to a big juicy stake. 

 

After that day, thing got pretty hectic for me. With school and work. I had close to zero time to upload videos and zero time to stop by for my daily dose of caffeine.  It was the night of Halloween, I had an essay due and a few test coming up, so I decided to shut off the front porch lights and placed my headphones on to drown out the trick and treaters. I had my music pretty loud, so loud in fact, I couldn't even hear myself singing along to some of my favs.  I live in this small house owned by the nice woman next door.

 

It's pretty small, and had an open concept design, kind of like those studio apartments you see on TV. I was sitting in the middle of the house, on my couch, facing the front window. I wasn't really paying attention to to it. I was to engrossed on Aristotle and 2Pac to pay attention.  When I finished my essay, I looked up towards the window to get some kind of indication of what time it was. My windows are heavily covered with thick blackout curtains, but light always seems to pour in from the sides. To my surprise it was pitch dark. This is strange, considering my landlord had called the city and donated loads of cash to have a street light placed right in front of my house. She said "it will keep those nasty theives away".  Honestly, that street light was the reason I had boughten the thick curtains in the first place. I stood up and as I walked towards the window, suddenly the light from the street lamp came crashing in.  It scared me at first, but I shoved it off as being 9:00pm and forgot all about it.  I went back to my studying. My eyes began to tire from all the reading. I shoved my Psycology book to the side and looked up. The light that had come crashing in earlier was gone. This was strange since That light was meant to stay on all night. I stood up and, once again, made my way back towards the window. But half ways between my journey, again, the light comes crashing in.  This is when I start to freak out.  I grabbed my cell phone and called my landlord. I asked her if she has noticed that how the light outside kept flickering on and off. Se tells me she hasn't noticed but that she will call the city the next day and have them come and take a look at it. She offers to bring by a few left over bags of cookies and candies she had been handing out earlier.  This is a seventy year old woman who walk with the aid of a cane. I tell her I would pick up the goodies the next day, but she would have none of it, after much convincing, I get her to agree to let me go over and pick them up myself. I wasn't thinking.  I ran next door expecting to come back running, but Susie, my landlord kept going on and on about all the adorable costumes she saw that night. It seemed like hours before she lets me head back home. Again she promised to call the city and have the lights fixed.   I go back home, scold myself for not locking the front door. I made sure to double bolt the door and head into the restroom to change into my pajamas. I take a quick shower and head to bed. I look towards the direction of my window and breath a sign of relief when I see the street lamp was still on.   Having my laptop next to me, I log in to my YouTube channel and start replying to some of the comments left by my viewers. There was this one user :TTbags p, that messaged me several times his username filled one entire page for comments. This user kept asking why I haven't been posting any videos. I reply with a quick sorry and pro is that I will post a video soon. I click to go to the next page and once again, this user had filled up an entire page. I click the next page and then the next and then the next, all were filled with comments from that one user.   I shut off my computer and snuggle underneath the blanket and must have fallen asleep because a few hours later, I woke up. Startled and out of breath. It felt like I had deprived of oxygen for hours. I gasp and gasp and begin to feel sick to my stomach. I run towards the restroom and gag for the longest time. My neck hurt, my throat burned, it scratchy and couldn't stop coughing.  I didn't know what the hell was happening. I felt light headed, so I slowly made my way towards the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. The first sip was painful and all the other sips burned even more. I reach the top of the cabinet and take a few capsules of nighttime cold medicine. I thought I was getting the flu a cold or whatever. I managed to swallow the two green capsules with great effort in my part and headed back to bed. I woke up the next morning, again feeling light headed but this time my throat was really killing me. I couldn't speak, I literally could must up one word. Breathing was really hard too. I went to school as I normally did and wrote a note that I should to all my professors, explaining to them how I had a cold and needed to be excused. I went to my dr, and again, wrote on a piece of paper, my symptoms and how I thought I had a cold. The nurse tested ran all sorts of test. When she asked for me to open my mouth, she shoves a long q-tip and I flinch in pain. When she pulls out the q-tip out, it's covered in blood. She looks at me like me some kind of alien with claws for teeth. It took her thirty minutes to come back,and for those thirty minutes, I kept trying to make a sound, to say a word, anything. But nothing would come out of me. When the nurse comes back, thirty minutes later, she isn't alone. A tall, round man with thick beard and red cheeks, wearing a police uniforms is standing next to her. I'm freaking out, mostly because I couldn't ask her or him what they were doing. Immediately, I though, "holy shit, did I contract some unknown virus and now I'm being quarantined?" The officer take a seat next to me, he pulls out a small black notebook and a pen. "Ma'am, who did this to you?" He asks. It took me a while to comprehend what he was asking.  I was still locked inside my head, think I was the start of the Zombies Apocalypse. When his words finally sink in, I'm confused. I hold up the piece of paper I had shown the nurse. "Mam, how can we help you, if you won't tell us who did this to you" he leans forward. His eyes, warm and filled with sympathy. "Was it your boyfriend?" I shake my head frantically.  I wanted to tell him, I didn't have a boyfriend  and what I did have was a damn cold. It was then, the nurse, walks over to the counter next to the sink, she digs in a drawer and pulls out a mirror. She hand it to the officer. The officer holds it up in front of me, "this isn't love" he says. I'm confused, yes, I looked tired, pale, my lips are dry and I have thick black and red rims around my eyes, but I was sick. I had a cold.  When the officer notices he wasn't getting the reaction he wanted, he proceeds to point, not at my pale skin, or cracked lips, or even the black rims around my eyes. No. He points at my neck. It took me a second to realize what he was doing. When it finally sunk in, I couldn't believ it. My entire neck was cover in black and blue bruises.  This couldn't be real, was it some kind of joke? I frantically, desperately try to rub off whatever it was. My enticed neck and collarbone was delicate to the touch.  I pleadingly look up at the officer. I wanted him to explain to me what was happening. I look back to mirror and then it hits me. The bruises weren't just any old bruises, they were hand prints, six sets hand prints stacked on top of one another. "Mam, how many times has this person strangle you?" The officer asks. "Her entire esophagus has been crushed, she'll be luck if she could speak again?" The nurse says.   I was in the hospital for three weeks before I was released.  After four operations, I was able to swallow and speak but for only short periods. I had explained everything to the police officer, how I woke up, how didn't suspect anything.  My house was turned into a crime scene, but honestly, they had no leads, not witnesse. I moved out of my house shortly after. Due to my condition, I was able to stay at the dorms at my school. I wasn't comfortable, but I did have a room mate who was nice enough, and an entire floor of witness in case whomever did this to me comes back. I had forgotten all about YouTube, until I saw my roommate laughing her but off at a video about a cat and a duck going at it. I decided to log into my account.   I noticed my inbox had 2500 messages.   I clicked on the inbox link.  The messages were all from the same user TTbag. My heart began to race as I clicked page after page until I reached the very first message.  Pretty much the messages started up the same... Where are you? Why haven't you posted any videos? Where are you? Why haven't you posted? Then they grew more aggressive. Angry. Desperate. Until finally, I reached the section of the message of the night someone had strangled, killed me, and brought me back to life over and over again.   You look so beautiful. You have a beautiful voice. I never pegged you as a 2pac fan! If that wasn't horrorfiying Enough.  The messages continued.   I'm sorry. I'm sorry I killed you. I save you. I killed you I saved you I killed you.   These messages went on for pages after pages when suddenly. You look so beautiful when you sleep I'm glad I didn't kill you. I should have killed you. I'm going to kill you.      I printed out all the messages and closed my account that very same day.   A week went by and I was still freaking out. The police were going nowhere. They couldn't trace he guys IP address. I was already making plans to move back to my moms house a few hundred miles away. It was the only way I could start feeling safe again.   I packed up everything and took a plane. I could have driven to my moms house, but driving by myself was out of the question.    Time passed and soon, it was Halloween again. I was scared. Terrified of that night, that month that day. I locked everything, every door, every window, every room. Me and my mom sat in the living room watching tv. Neither of us wanted to fall asleep. Some how, I did fall asleep. I had nightmares before, but they were only multiplied that very night. I dreamt about a man, actually, it wasn't just any man, it was the man from Starbucks. I dreamt that he carried me into my room and started to choke me. I tried to wake up but, my body wouldn't listen. I felt heavy and tired.   I woke up the next morning. I was in my room. My throat felt sore. I ran downstairs. My mom was on the couch, just as I remember her, I shake her awake. She moans and complains about a headache and a dream she had. I asked what it was about, as calmly as I could so I wouldn't startled her. She said she saw a man carrying me away, upstairs to my room. She said she tried to scream to run after me but she couldn't move. I knew it wasn't a dream. I knew he had been here, I asked her to describe him to me. I don't know why I asked her that, I already knew, who he was, I just needed it to be confirmed. Tears exploded out of me, they trailed  down my trembling lips. The man she was describing was the man from Starbucks. My cell phone was still, on the couch where I left it last night, I frantically struggle to call 911, but a message comes I don't know why I stopped to look at it. I don't know why I hung up and started to read the 40 messages or so on my phone. I killed you I saved you  I killed you I saved you I will kill you....