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Pokémon Go Fest 2025: fechas, locales y juego

Autor : Penelope Actualizar : Feb 24,2025

¡Prepárate para Pokémon Go Fest 2025! Niantic ha anunciado las fechas y ubicaciones para los eventos en persona de este año antes de lo habitual, lo que permite una amplia planificación.

Pokémon Go Fest 2025 Fechas y ubicaciones:

Pokémon GO Fest 2024 Image

Imagen a través de Pokemon Company

Osaka, Japón: 29 de mayo - 1 de junio
Jersey City, Nueva Jersey, EE. UU.: 6 de junio - 8 de junio
París, Francia: 13 de junio - 15 de junio

Los boletos aún no están disponibles, pero los jugadores deben comenzar a planificar viajes y tiempo libre. Los eventos pasados requerían seleccionar un día específico en el plazo de fin de semana.

Se espera un evento Global Go Fest a finales de junio o principios de julio, aunque no se han confirmado fechas oficiales.

Detalles del evento:

Si bien los detalles específicos son escasos en esta etapa temprana, Go Fest generalmente presenta emocionantes debut de Pokémon, mayor actividad de redadas, generos especiales, lanzamientos de Pokémon brillantes y otras bonificaciones en el juego. Es probable que se revele más información después de la conclusión de la gira GO: UNOVA en febrero de 2025.

Pokémon GO image showing Necrozma, with Necrozma Dusk Mane and Dawn Wings in the background

Imagen a través de Niantic

El GO Fest del año pasado introdujo Necrozma y la mecánica de fusión, estableciendo un precedente para adiciones emocionantes.

¡Estén atentos para más actualizaciones de Niantic! Pokémon Go ya está disponible.

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