My Xbox 360 has had a massive heart attack and died.
We had something special, so we did. Crapping my pants playing Bioshock; laughing hysterically at the ridiculous in-game dramatics in Lost Odyssey; ravaging my housemate Padraig over and over in Gears of War 2.
Warm memories of a simpler time.
Fear not, the nice German man on the phone said he'll have it back to me in three weeks, all shiny and repaired and wonderful.
I suppose I'll have to read or do something equally mundane in the meantime.
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