Rest in pieces, Mr. Pstooman.
I think it's finally time to admit that my long-running companion, my ancient, fat, black PS2 is dead. His final song was to let Thomas and I watch MirrorMask, and now, with my trying and failing to get the bastard to run Drakan, I've just given up. It may be so that he runs smoothly without the casing, but I can't get the fucking casing off because Thomas has rescrewed it tightly, and I have all the grip strength of a lettuce.
He is making "gudder-gudder-gudder vvurrrrrrrrrp" noises folornly to himself.
I think it might be time to call it a night. He's been my gaming machine of choice for ...several years now. He's one of the early thicker models, you know, back in the day when they only came in Fat and Black. He's been a faithful companion. I have had absolutely no problems whatsoever with my PS2, except in the latter days of fuzzy lenses and malfunctioning read mechanisms. Through his solomn blackness, with gently blinking green and blue lights, Mr. Pstooman (as my sib and I called him) has brought me such delights as the console LOK releases, Drakan II, Gauntlet and other ridiculously silly hack 'n' slash RPGs. I've also enjoyed the GTA series, Canis Canem Edit, more recently; along with the golden, glowing god-like game that is Okami.
Many have been the highlights of my beloved, chunky platform of enjoyment, but his lens is dimmed, his lasers uncharged, and his mechanics sad and juddery.
Good night, sweet prince.
I'm soooo buying a replacement. Lupie + PS2 = OTP Anyone got any idea how much a slimline one is new these days? Pittance, I'd imagine. No, I'm not getting a fucking Wii.