So, I have pictured on my page a paradise Tama that was my favorite, dearest Tama shell. Well... I ended up one day, without thinking, clipped it to my jeans and in the washer it went. Full water and everything, it had to have been in there, battery in, for an hour and a half.
Surprisingly, the story doesn't end there. As a matter of fact, I was impressed it survived and would still power on just fine. However, the darn thing would crackle when any sound would come from the speakers. And to those who have owned both a 1998 original and one of the reboots, the reboots are significantly louder from what I've noticed. In short, this thing crackled LOUDLY, and would sound like a cryptid.
But this shell meant the world to me, I hatched my oldest Tama on it. Well, needless to say, I carried it around even though the sound would eerily caw like a crow when my Tama would call for me... Crackling, distorted, and quite literally scared one of my coworkers twice. That thing sounded awful. They would tolerate me (and it) somehow.
Well friends. My coworkers and irl friends alike can now breath a sigh of relief. That shell took its final drowned breath and is insisting it must stay dead despite my best efforts. I'm devastated.
We can mourn our Tamas, but I miss my weirdly distorted crow baby sounding Paradise shell.
I have affectionately named the malfunctioning speaker and its shell "Toucan".
In honor of "Toucan", I shall sing the song of his people
CA@ W', CKLALL, PPPBBBGBTHHH, MBBVBRR11RT
C- LCLUUUA)*H
CN#4SNBHH!!!!!!
(Accurate depiction of how Toucan sounded)
Surprisingly, the story doesn't end there. As a matter of fact, I was impressed it survived and would still power on just fine. However, the darn thing would crackle when any sound would come from the speakers. And to those who have owned both a 1998 original and one of the reboots, the reboots are significantly louder from what I've noticed. In short, this thing crackled LOUDLY, and would sound like a cryptid.
But this shell meant the world to me, I hatched my oldest Tama on it. Well, needless to say, I carried it around even though the sound would eerily caw like a crow when my Tama would call for me... Crackling, distorted, and quite literally scared one of my coworkers twice. That thing sounded awful. They would tolerate me (and it) somehow.
Well friends. My coworkers and irl friends alike can now breath a sigh of relief. That shell took its final drowned breath and is insisting it must stay dead despite my best efforts. I'm devastated.
We can mourn our Tamas, but I miss my weirdly distorted crow baby sounding Paradise shell.
I have affectionately named the malfunctioning speaker and its shell "Toucan".
In honor of "Toucan", I shall sing the song of his people
CA@ W', CKLALL, PPPBBBGBTHHH, MBBVBRR11RT
C- LCLUUUA)*H
CN#4SNBHH!!!!!!
(Accurate depiction of how Toucan sounded)
