Close, but just falling short of the mark: 4/5
Pokemon. A franchise you either politely and determinedly ignore, like a yelling homeless man on the London Underground, or one which you follow with an insane glint in your eye and a fire in your heart that may well turn you into that yelling homeless man on the London Underground. I fall into the latter category, I fear. An avid Pokemon fan since the age of eight when I stole my brother's version of Blue and used his Venusaur to destroy a Persian, I am hooked and lost to the world.