What's this I hear?
It sounds like shrieking.
But from whom?
I must investigate.
Oh the wretched sound!
Emanating from a small box -
A box of mistakes and sorrow
'Tis the Ziploc of broken electronics
Of dead hopes
Of failed dreams
But something is louder
Far far louder than the other boards
A small, black square
A perfect square
A perfect board
Or so it was
'Twould be
A GC+
Perfect no longer
For reasons unknown
But why does it cry?
What makes it moan?
Out from the bag
I carefully withdraw it
And suddenly it says
"YOU'RE SUCH AN IDIOT"
I jump with suprise
This dead board can speak?
"THAT'S RIGHT" the board says,
"DO YOU KNOW YOUR MISTAKE?"
"OUTPUT CAPS"
"OUTPUT CAPS"
"OUTPUT CAPS"
"OUTPUT CAPS"
"YOU LEFT THE REG WITHOUT THEM,
NOW YOU'RE LEFT WITHOUT ME"
"No!" I cry
"This can't be right?"
"The guide just said recommended,"
"Is there another reason that you be dead?"
"NOPE" said the board
"LET'S LOOK AT THE EVIDENCE"
"WHAT ELSE HAS DIED"
"(other than you inside)"
I thought for a moment,
What could be dead?
But then it hit me
And I said with dread:
"The IR LEDs..."
"....On 3.3...."
"....Just like ye"
And the board was silent
No more did it whisper,
No more did it speak,
No more did it yell,
No more did it shriek,
And now, in the silence
I knew my mistake
It all come down
To a voltage spike
Oh, the Wii could take it just fine
Without a whimper or whine
But the LEDs? The GC+?
Those were delicate.
A volatile PTH
And a few saved cents
Result in dead boards
And lots of regret