The Song Of The Sorcelator, Part One
I’ve made no secret of the fact that I’ve done a bit of writing on the side, a thirteen novella cycle for Realmworlds Publishing entitled Epic Legends Of The Hierarchs: The Elemenstor Saga. You can check out the ELotHTES Wiki if you want to know more about my piercing intellect or the vigorous narratives that crash down upon the reader, sometimes causing serious injury. I’m not legally culpable in these injuries, no. But there is the fear that they might eventually affect sales, so I do ask readers to hold the book a couple feet further away than they might less potent fiction.
It was not until the recent E3 that I became aware of a competing fantasy franchise in an out of the way Kentian hovel, a series which is apparently called "The Song of the Sorcelator." I use the term "competing" out of politeness. L. H. Franzibald - the retarded doppleganger responsible for these perversions - could no more compete with me than could my pale shadow mount and subsequently impregnate a galloping giraffe. It is analogies like this for which I am well known.
In any case, recline in your hyperseats while I manage this interloper.
It had been my hope that the stratospheric budgets of this generation would represent the death of exclusivity, a sweet and credulous fantasy made even more unlikely by the capacities of wildly disparate storage mediums. After this E3, it became clear that it was the same old thing again, only now everything costs more. In some cases, a lot more. What I’m trying to say is that costs a lot.
By which I mean that I will never purchase a PS3 at the price they are asking for it. Let Gabriel be your jungle guide through that choked mess. His genetic weakness for consumer electronics means that he must shiver in autumnal midnight lines and haul his quarry home to savor bitter launch titles. I have no such defect.
I consider myself a person who games on the PC primarily, I own multiple consoles because I love games, but primarily because incestuous exclusivity arrangements necessitate it if I am to discuss with you the breadth of the medium. I am an observer of that scene. As such, I can with a glad heart make what I consider to be rational decisions about where a thousand dollars might go. I’m complaining about the US price, now - our friends in the old country are in for even more savage treament. No. It is very clear that they assume we will purchase whatever gunmetal loaf they flop down on the slab. With a song on my lips, I defy them.
I thought four hundred dollars was pretty fucked when we got our 360s. Indeed, I pretty much considered it the ceiling. It should be the ceiling. I’m aware there is a chart out there showing the price of all consoles adjusted for inflation, and where the PS3 lands in the matrix. This would be great if I were buying it with money I used to have, or perhaps spending valuable, inflation adjusted "Future Bucks."