Jul. 29th, 2005 09:25 am
New Launch
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New Launch
All three next generation consoles have been announced, their specifications delineated, tech demos displayed for the drooling appreciation of fanboys and Wal-Mart reps around the world. And so we enter a new era in which video games are so realistic they actually kick you in the junk before you can even turn on your Playstation 3.
Seriously. NFL 2007 is going to be so real, Tom Brady will actually come to your house and play catch with you.
Any venue in which some know-it-all claims to write authoritatively about video games will inevitably be accused to playing favorites with the big three, so I'm going to get that out of the way right now and tell you I prefer Nintendo. I have no reason for this other than the sentimental. Well, and the overwhelming superiority of their games.
And let's face it: if you're a gamer the Revolution has got to be looking pretty damn sexy right now. If Nintendo is to be believed, you'll be able to download and play their entire back catalog for a nominal per game fee. That's a launch roster of hundreds (possibly thousands) of great games, some fifty or sixty of which are not Pokémon titles.
I try not to be anti-Xbox. A lot of people sneer at the Xbox because it's a Microsoft product, and as you all know, Microsoft killed Princess Di to shore up support for its landmine division. Let's face it though kids, being anti-M$ because it's a giant, evil corporation when the most common alternative is Sony is like dumping Mary Kate for Ashley. And the Xbox 360 (so called because that's what you can expect to pay if you preorder now!) is a mighty fine machine, despite the fact that it looks like my refrigerator's sexy little sister, and the in-game footage I've seen so far doesn't look like much at all.
Then there's the Playstation, a machine I have had a meaningful, loving relationship with in various iterations ever since the first Wipeout and Resident Evil games. The PS3 is the clear winner as far as hardware goes, and it's the only console among the three that finally gives us all the chance to dust off those two extra high-definition televisions that've just been sitting in the garage all these years. I can't wait.
Your PS3 will also feature controllers that, if you attach a blade to one side, can be used to defend your post-apocalyptic desert stronghold from weirdo motorcycle fetishists, and enough USB ports that you'll want to plug things into it just because you can.
The feature of all three consoles that has the Luddite in me up in arms is wireless controllers. As much as I *heart* my Wavebird, there's something unholy about wireless controllers. It's probably just a function of age, but I worry about the demons that will flit back and forth between my joypad and the blank faces of my next gen consoles conveying my orders to Spiderman, et al, will escape their narrow mandates and infect my brain.
New Launch
All three next generation consoles have been announced, their specifications delineated, tech demos displayed for the drooling appreciation of fanboys and Wal-Mart reps around the world. And so we enter a new era in which video games are so realistic they actually kick you in the junk before you can even turn on your Playstation 3.
Seriously. NFL 2007 is going to be so real, Tom Brady will actually come to your house and play catch with you.
Any venue in which some know-it-all claims to write authoritatively about video games will inevitably be accused to playing favorites with the big three, so I'm going to get that out of the way right now and tell you I prefer Nintendo. I have no reason for this other than the sentimental. Well, and the overwhelming superiority of their games.
And let's face it: if you're a gamer the Revolution has got to be looking pretty damn sexy right now. If Nintendo is to be believed, you'll be able to download and play their entire back catalog for a nominal per game fee. That's a launch roster of hundreds (possibly thousands) of great games, some fifty or sixty of which are not Pokémon titles.
I try not to be anti-Xbox. A lot of people sneer at the Xbox because it's a Microsoft product, and as you all know, Microsoft killed Princess Di to shore up support for its landmine division. Let's face it though kids, being anti-M$ because it's a giant, evil corporation when the most common alternative is Sony is like dumping Mary Kate for Ashley. And the Xbox 360 (so called because that's what you can expect to pay if you preorder now!) is a mighty fine machine, despite the fact that it looks like my refrigerator's sexy little sister, and the in-game footage I've seen so far doesn't look like much at all.
Then there's the Playstation, a machine I have had a meaningful, loving relationship with in various iterations ever since the first Wipeout and Resident Evil games. The PS3 is the clear winner as far as hardware goes, and it's the only console among the three that finally gives us all the chance to dust off those two extra high-definition televisions that've just been sitting in the garage all these years. I can't wait.
Your PS3 will also feature controllers that, if you attach a blade to one side, can be used to defend your post-apocalyptic desert stronghold from weirdo motorcycle fetishists, and enough USB ports that you'll want to plug things into it just because you can.
The feature of all three consoles that has the Luddite in me up in arms is wireless controllers. As much as I *heart* my Wavebird, there's something unholy about wireless controllers. It's probably just a function of age, but I worry about the demons that will flit back and forth between my joypad and the blank faces of my next gen consoles conveying my orders to Spiderman, et al, will escape their narrow mandates and infect my brain.
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Sounds like mayhem potential to me!