seeing how beyblade, of all things, is somehow regaining popularity, I am reminded of when I was a poor little girl begging my parents to buy me the non-shitty beyblades so I could stop losing to every kid in the neighborhood. My parents couldnt afford it, but my dad used to work at a metal factory back then, and he custom made me a pure metal plate and metal base for my shitty little Chinesium plastic shell, that demolished (literally, demolished) every single beyblade in school. I was crowned beyblade queen very quickly and few had the courage to challenge me, because on the rare occasion my fatass metal plate lost to some new plate on the market, my dad and I would sit together and engineer a new, better shaped metal plate and base to counter them all. remember yall if ur 2poor to pay2win u can make2win! but only if ur dad works at a metal factory for 12hrs\day
