My sister use to play the Xbox 360 a lot, and I'd sit on her floor watching her, I'd watch for hours and hours, even when her friend was also playing. When I first played it, I had so much fun that I couldn't put the controller down, since then, I kept playing it more and more that soon enough, the Xbox was considered mine. So many good memories happened on it, like when my sister and I would take it out to the lounge room while mum wasn’t home and game all night, also jamming out to music on it. Not only was it used for gaming, but music too. I was constantly listening to music, gaming, not gaming, there was always something going on. My Xbox has been more than just a console to me, it has been there for me when I needed it.
It was 2016 when I realised my Xbox 360 wasn’t just an Xbox. I’d dust it everyday, keep a blanket over it to prevent dust from landing on it, panic if someone touched, let alone move it. I’m always worried when I turn it on, it’ll stop working, and we won’t be able to fix it. It did have at one point, the red ring of death, but fortunately, my sister and I managed to fix it ourselves. I was pretty stressed out that day, I didn’t think it’d make it. And fuck, I was so relieved when it was working normally again. It probably sounds silly to some people, but I am emotionally connected to my Xbox; I do love it lots.
Have any of you guys been emotionally attached to your console? Or game? What was that like for you?Last edited by LittleSnake - on 23 September 2018
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