You can't go anywhere on the Internet these days without reading about how Sony's PR department screwed something up. Between the top guy boasting that he's willing to shell out money to those that can find a PS3 (Hint: you can) and the alliwantforchristmasisapsp fiasco, you just have to wonder what is going on over there at Sony. You also have to wonder just what the hell is going on with their loyal fan base. These are people willing to shell out $700 for the privilege of playing Ridge Racer 7. PS3 Chat is where they call home.
The Wii is gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that though! Wii owners are here, we're queer, we don't want anymore bears!
Heh, Wii is for babies. I'm a mature gamer. That means no colors in my game. Brown only please. I'm a little bit more advanced than you kiddy gamers.
Fortunately the PS3 isn't quite an impulse buy. You have to take out a second mortgage on your house or suck a few dicks (or take out a mortgage on a few dicks) just to afford one. Nintendo's products are a bit more affordable. I heard they are going to start giving them away free with the purchase of a 32 oz. Slurpee.
$60 for a game I'm going to be done with in 10 hours?! What a ripoff! I want a boring dungeon crawlfest that takes at least 200 hours to beat! Hell, I've got nothing but time here what with no job or social life and all!
The PS3 is so goddamn powerful it can't even display 720p, a common HD standard! 1080p 4 lyfe in my crib mofo.
The only cheat code I ever put into a game was the one that let you see tits in that Naughty Dog title on Genesis, Rings of Power. In fact I only rented it for that purpose. Come on, I was 10.
All I ask is that the parents reading PS3 Chat to check the label. Because Lord knows how many parents are reading PS3 Chat. Anyway, I played Phantasmagoria when I was 12 and I turned out fine! I also hate women and murder cats!
The Playstation 3 is both easy to use and trouble free!
The singer dove off the stage and crowd surfed in a sort of reverse funeral procession where the person being carried is the only one truly alive. Touching him I felt religious ecstasy and started speaking in tongues and requesting songs that didn't exist.
There's no easy way to put this, so I'll tell it like it is. Bouillon is died. He went missing before the weekend and yesterday I found his skeletonized remains at the bottom of the #3 soup vat during one of my swims. I thought the cream of mushroom soup had an especially nourishing taste, and a lot more clumps of fur and skin than usual.
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