I am sad to report that a close friend of mine was lost last week. We first met about a year and 1/2 ago, but didn’t truly become close until just a few months ago, when I was laid off. He was a pillar of strength during those trying times. When crushing boredom threatened my sanity, and all of my Netflix DVDs had been viewed, I could rely on him to lift my spirits. Along with our mutual friend Jack Daniel, we would work together to get through the hell that is 1-8 p.m. Yes my friends, my Xbox 360 is dead, taken in his prime by a faulty circuit.
Anyone who has ever owned an Xbox will tell you that this is inevitable. However, knowing this doesn’t make it any less traumatic when it actually happens. Sean and I were playing Call of Duty 3 online when all-of-a-sudden, three red rings appeared on the console’s status indicator. I immediately knew what had happened. I put down my controller, huddled close to the console, and said goodbye.
His last words were “Dude, it’s 2 o’clock in the afternoon. Sober up and get a job.” He was sick, so I know he didn’t mean it.
Do you know what it’s like reverting from an Xbox 360 back to a 16-bit Super Nintendo? It’s like making a space shuttle commander ride to work in a horse and buggy.
Just look at the screenshots below to see what I mean:
A guy battles a hot chick to the death in Soul Caliber IV.
Meanwhile, Mario stands on a block.
So I’ve decided to go back to the hobby I abandoned when I got into video games: Reading books! Let’s see, I’ll just pick up where I left off 17 years ago…here we are, “Danny and the Danger Dinos.”
Wow, that sounds like fun!
P.S. If you don’t see any posts from me in a few weeks, start making funeral arrangements.