The moment I fell in love with Dora games for Girls, I knew what it consequences would be. I was now thinking about the possibilities which I would encounter in my life ahead.
Who Am I? I am an old abandoned game machine? The latest advancements in the technology were introduced the marvelous changes in the lives of the creatures known to us as Humans. The same befall upon me as a curse. With the introduction of latest gaming stations on the show, our live long services were ranked off the hook and the old fashioned machines were abandoned including me. The stone-age valuables which were once termed as the Richie rich were now degraded to an invaluable junk item.
Over the years I have witnessed the many superior species of computers taking all the credit. Don’t ask me, about the intensity of the blasts which my dear heart has to bear, every time I noticed Jim patting on the back of the killer machine? Jim, our caretaker, used to be a nice person, but being badly stricken by the modern technology, has changed a lot ever since.
That day was a turning point when I notice the bunch of girls all grouped around Jim. Jim was only recognizable through his yellow colored hair. “But these computers do not require the specific requirements to play your preferred Dora dress up games for girls?” This was the only sentence which I was able to understand and that was enough for me to be cheerful once again.
The latest machines where though capable of running various so called latest games, but none were able to meet the exact requirements to play the Dora game. The Old is still Gold, Humans say and I was one amongst them.
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