The palpitating delirium that is often associated with the announcement of a new console has subsided for me, with irregular consequence and certain undesirable repercussions. It’s with unexpected resignation, that I have to confess that the assertive ambition placed upon my own expectant shoulders, collaborating with such grandeurs unveiling’s is always laced with a degree of nervous anxiety. It signifies change, a metamorphosis that I never entirely desired, though I know it’s a compulsory passage of progression. Alterations to my gaming isn’t always conducive to my somewhat nomadic existence, with prolonged exposure to anything resembling education, or the broadening of cognitive exertion is aptly disregarded with explicit, dismissive gestures, which is a glaring inditement of my ignorance. The future of the gaming doesn’t necessarily intimidate me, nor can my emotive reactions be conveyed with words of scepticism, but more of a fear of the unknown, and the absorbing sensation that no matter how exceptional the prospects are, something is going to go wrong. It’s obtuse reasoning I know, but I’ll endeavour to expand and dutifully elaborate, with comprehensive transparency, to my rather speculative irrationality.
It’s admittedly premature to express such pessimistic irritations to such hypothetical’s, but I cant help but express a wilful desire for the PS4 to be the most exceptional, resilient console, receptive to every technological advance and conforming to my every conceivable, albeit ambitious expectations. But there’s the far more conflicting transitional period that mentally propositions me with subversive malice, as you become tediously associated with the constricting monotony of collaborating with both the PS3 and PS4, due to the veritable wealth of gregarious titles at the formers disposal, and the latter’s impudent adolescence, fortified with an innocuous cause for your gaming requirements. Being sheltered by the foreboding shadow of the PS4 has aroused such apathy, because it just seems negligent to abandon such an extensive catalogue of quality assets in favour of tedium. The PS3 still provides ample sustenance to alleviate the necessity to embrace gaming abstinence, in favour of other recreational stimulants, frequenting the exiguous confinement of the PS4’s condensed, initial titles, or to a more drastic extent; complete gaming celibacy.
Perhaps what has truly incited my anxiety, is the notion of bidding fair well to that which has afforded many happy connotations, and conversely, sanctioning the occasional, but distinctly audible vocal confrontations. The PlayStation 3 has been the instrument that has bestowed me with the culpability to swoop with malignant severity, into the faces of bewildered thugs in Arkham Asylum, the receptacle that allowed a world as immersive as Skyrim, to become vividly captivating, and the indispensable tool to initiate a jovial jig on-line in Uncharted 3. I feel as though I’m bidding fair well to a collapsing relationship due to some prospective infidelity. As we begin dividing up the expansive assets during collaborative divorce proceedings, perhaps visiting games and peripherals on the on bi-weekly router and assuring them that they are the most significant commodity in my life, with favourable contributions to insure that I’m the sole beneficiary of their collective affection (this analogy sounded better in my head?). Suffice to say that my time with the PS3, though occasionally frustrating and at times vexing, it has been my deliverance from normality. My solace, my muse and my patient, overworked confederate, and I look accordingly for further prosperous gaming with the PS4.
How has your experience been with this generation of consoles? And are you looking forward to the future? Let me know what you think. Cheers.