I was getting ready to stream some Venture Bros from my PC to the PS3 when visuals on the screen clipped and froze. Cable television is expensive and the PS3 has Netflix and YouTube and streaming abilities – and for the rest, there are…other means. My antisocial tendencies and overall broke-ness make the PS3 the old tried and true. Normal people would be on Facebook (open in a separate tab right now, actually) and going out to bars and watching cable TV, but I’m not having any of that. I still work nights and still find myself alone for long stretches. The PS3 is still the centre of my entertainment system. I live on my own, dropped right into the real world. And even though I still played my other consoles, the PS3 was always my go-to.įast forward a few years later. I still found myself staying up late nights playing video games and the PS3 was always ready to accommodate. I wept for a while and then went right back to playing Dead Space. I remember I was playing the original Dead Space while my parents were moving our stuff out of our family home of 16 years and my boss called to tell me I was fired for something that wasn’t even really my fault. I found myself alone, a lot. Through everything though, the PS3 was my outlet. I was working two jobs, trying to maintain some semblance of a social life (and failing miserably) and suffering from a bit of a depression from my brother’s passing. Overall, this contrasted greatly with the rest of my life. Probably because the other players didn’t know I was a woman. It was a wonderful compliment and it contrasts greatly from what a lot of other women say about their first online experience. While I was playing those online matches it was the first time someone ever told me that I was good at a game by another gamer’s standards, because up to that point I basically thought I sucked. It was free and welcoming as each gamer was spreading their online multiplayer wings for the first time. But I still played it for about a year, almost every night I wasn’t working. That was before MGO went insane with add-ons and updates that pretty much crippled it. I started playing Metal Gear Online with a bunch of strangers and going to town on them. I’d just started my first set of what would become a year of midnight shifts and when I wasn’t working, I’d find myself up all night with nothing to do. I’m going to forget the whole Resident Evil: Outbreak experience and remember it for what it wasn’t. The PS3 brought me my first real online multiplayer experience, too. It wasn’t the best setup, but my mind was still blown. I jury-rigged a little setup in my room when I got home – my computer monitor with no sound and my old stereo. I was almost too afraid to take it out of the box – it was the most expensive toy I had ever purchased, but once I did it became a staple of my entertainment centre. I kept looking out at my car and freaking out, thinking about how much money I spent on something that I wasn’t even playing. It sat in the box in the trunk of my car while I was at work. I used almost a whole paycheque to buy the last 80gb backwards compatible model bundled with Metal Gear Solid 4. I’d always laugh and knock on imaginary wood, because I knew that someday I would have to face the inevitable – my backwards compatible fat PS3 was going to go belly up. We often comment and joke about how our original backwards compatible systems are still kicking in their old age, even though there have been numerous refreshes of the console, mostly for aesthetic reasons. Many of my friends and colleagues also own Sony consoles, specifically a Playstation 3. My profile picture for most online accounts is of my Xbox Live avatar (sleeping, not posing for a traditional MySpace pic) only because the Playstation Home avatar looks…fucking stupid. Since I first got my Playstation One, I’ve been fortunate enough to own every single Sony console since. That brief period between the N64 and the Gamecube was enough to do it. I have been ever since Resident Evil stopped gracing Nintendo’s systems.
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