|Microsoft wins! FATALITY!|
"This cannot be!" I exclaimed, adding "A fie upon it!" because Fable had put me in an old-worldy kind of mood. Then I read the part in Macbeth where the drunken porter talks about how wine puts you in the mood for love but, ironically, makes your willy sleepy at the same time.
|Bandits, before I savagely murdered them.|
Good thing I couldn't care less about the Halo series or I might have been really upset.
To quote Macbeth's porter, the Red Ring of Death made my Xbox 360 "stand to, and not stand to." The system turns on, and if that satanic circle doesn't char its hate into the power button, I can hear the opening fanfare and the sound confirming that I've signed on to my profile. I just can't SEE anything. There was nothing left to do but laugh when that happened; a cruel twist of fate indeed.
"O, I am slain!" exclaimed my Xbox.
I'm pretty sure all original run 360s have either suffered the scar of the Red Ring at this point, or if they haven't, Bill Gates showed up and bashed them with a comically large sledgehammer on principle. So why did mine last as long as it did, I wonder? Maybe it's because I didn't use my 360 that often. Generally the PS3 suits my needs much more than the Xbox 360, what with the free PSN access, what I consider a more comfortable and responsive controller, and Blu-Ray functionality. I had only really used my Xbox for exclusive titles like Dead Rising, Left 4 Dead, and of course, Burger King's ultra creepy Sneak King. But the second I started in on those multi-system releases, my ol' Xbox went to Hell. No halo for you, 360.
|This didn't end well, trust me.|
Now that I'm going to have to rely on other consoles for my gaming endeavors (kind of like I did before) I guess there's only one thing left to say to Microsoft's flawed fun machine: Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell! I took thee for thy better:
|My who-box is what now? ...Hey, can we talk about this later? I'm trying to save a princess here.|