(June 13, 2015 at 3:59 pm)Yeauxleaux Wrote: I never bothered with those little handheld gameboys (I was on PS2 from a young age and that just made them obselete) but I lived for the cartoon and the little trading cards. The teachers at my school gave up confescating our cards, because we'd just bring more in whenever they did
Then never got to experience the utter exctasy of beating the elite four in pokemon red.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
