We are gathered here today to mark the passing of Mr. Xbox 360. Like many others, he has finally joined his brothers in the after life. Mr. 360 would not have wanted us to cry over his demise. Indeed, he would want us to celebrate the better times. I shall honor his wishes. I remember when Mr. 360 and I first met. It was a cool day in December of 2005. As much as I would like to say we got along swimmingly, I have to be honest. (Xbox would have wanted that.) It was a rough few months.
We played mainly Dead or Alive 4 back then. We also had a lot of fun with the new Live service, and playing Live Arcade games like Geometry Wars. I honestly cannot remember us doing much more than that.
Dead Rising changed everything. With the release of this excellent zombie game, Xbox and I spent tons of time together. Dead Rising also gave Mr. 360 his first fit of red lights. He ended up taking a trip to Texas for treatment and then came back in working order. (I think deep down we both knew that this was the beginning of the end, but we never said that to each other.)
Things were not meant to last. I noticed small things soon after Xbox returned from his trip. He would have to power on two or more times in order to function. Sometimes he had another fit of red lights, but a second boot would always fix it. One time his graphical display failed spectacularly. I wanted to send him back, but he refused. I think he wanted to make the most of his remaining time here.
Rock Band was the game that broke him. He couldn't handle the marathon sessions and moving around. It is truly heartbreaking, but at least he went out with the best game of 2007. We should all be so lucky.
My only regret is that we never got to finish Assassin's Creed. We were two-thirds of the way through that journey. I do hope to complete it in the future, and when I do, I'll dedicate my victory to Mr. Xbox 360.
Goodnight, sweet prince...may you rest in peace.