Oh Gamecube. I love you. I still have more games for you than I do that silly PS2, and let's not even talk about that weird Xbox. You get a bad rap, but you're the most fun I've ever had with a video game system.
From that Spaceworld reveal so long ago, you've given me butterflies. It's funny, I can almost smell the cheap perfume on the Japanese models touting you around like you were nothing more than a glorified lunch box. But deep down, I knew. I knew the naysayers were wrong. I knew you would deliver inspired content that I couldn't get anywhere else, and oh did you deliver.
And the multiplayer, OH THE MULTIPLAYER. Those four controller ports were taken advantage of too many times to count.
You managed to get a Metal Gear Solid, and a Final Fantasy! I was so proud of you then, so full of hope. I didn't care about the questionable quality of cutscenes, or the amount of equipment required to enjoy these things. The fact that you ran them was good enough for me.
R.I.P little buddy, you will be missed (but not really, because you still live under my TV).