So the DSi has a release date and price in Australia, and awesomely, it’s not too far off.
EB in true form have already demanded offered preorders, eager to take your money without the nuisance of parting with their goods. Which sucks, because that’s really my favourite part.
I’ve had my eye on the DSi since it was announced last October, ever intrigued with the promise of downloadable titles, ready to shed the shackles of physical media and begin my new trouble free life. But my focus has changed, and these bits of plastic do look appealing. The more explorative clickers will notice one of those links directs directly to a page about Pokemon Platinum.
I’m not sure I want to catch ‘em all, but I’m prepared to say I want to catch some. Specifically the cool ones, like the ghosts and shit.
Sometime this week Killzone 2 and myself will both visit the same store. I’ll start a conversation and wont even know why – I’m already taking her home; the $100 in my wallet is the guarantee. Maybe I’m nervous, nervous about my decision. I want you K2, I know I do. Or I think I know I do. But thought insinuates doubt, maybe I think (I know) I don’t. In either case, I’m buying Killzone 2 because I own a Playstation, in the same way as I chase women because I own a penis; I’m buying it because god wants me to. I’m not arguing with him and you shouldn’t either, unless your prepared to wake up with a wii and vagina instead.
I can’t determine what my stance on the game is, looking at the last paragraph I’m unsure if I’ve advocated it’s mass purchase, or condemned it’s inevitability. Maybe you can decipher it, whatever, but you’ll follow my reservations when I drop the news that I don’t have a quality internet connection in the dark place I dwell. Allow me to make a comparison – playing Killzone 2 without online multiplayer is like.. say, for example, playing CoD4 without online multiplayer. Yeah, I thought that would illustrate my point.