Bought one month after launch, our PS3 died suddenly today of massive internal failure, during an episode of Pokemon XY. Because it has survived so so long, we don’t feel empty. We were so fortunate it lasted so long. It’s statistically ridiculous. But I personally came to terms with the moment long ago, and was ready for it.
Despite appearances, our PS2 still functions. No parent should have to bury their child.
This war has brought us pain and suffering and loss. But it’s also brought us together—as soldiers, allies, friends. This bond that ties us together is something the Reapers will never understand. It’s more powerful than any weapon, stronger than any ship. It can’t be taken or destroyed.