Do you remember the first time you were genuinely excited for a new purchase? For myself it was the release of the Playstation 2. Back in the glory days of Blockbuster (May Thee Rest in Peace) children who were fortunate enough to catch their parents in a comprising position could rent out these magical black boxes.
For weeks at a time, that’s what the Borkowski family did. Smatterings of children would line the halls, waiting for their turn on Gran Turismo, while others debated how to properly say the name “Cao Cao” from the much lauded series Dynasty Warriors. The point is, there was love.
The release of the Xbox One X in many ways, kills that love. Of course, it offers most likely the best looking console experience to date but chooses to omit itself from the next-generation battle and instead take the route of yearly iterative cell phones.
From one gamer to another – fuck that. Bring back the magic.