For the Love of Gates, My Xbox Frickin Died!!!

This isn't really related to anything fanfiction, but I needed to get this off of my chest.

Warning: Rated P for Pottymouth and Poor Petty Pissy Pants

Shit on a fucking stick! After 3 years, two moves, four headsets, and a few controllers, my Xbox 360 finally bit the goddamn dust. I can't accurately portray through words how I feel, but I sure as hell will try.

Picture this: Your life is in shambles. You have no hope. There's no guarantee that tomorrow will come, and, at this point, you don't care either way. There is no up, only deeper down the shithole you managed to trip into. Darkness shrouds you, your tunnel is dark, you could be dead in hell and not know the difference.

Then, like a knight in Twilight's brother (geddit?), something arrives. You never dared to dream before, but now? Your new friend has shown you the light! Life is still shit, don't get me wrong, but now you have an escape. Every soul-crushing, agonizing minute of you marching towards your inevitable demise is suddenly worth it now. You have a reason to smile, to laugh, to breathe.

And, suddenly, your friend fucking dies. No, not even dies. The 360 still boots up and whatnot, but it refuses to connect to any source of internet, wireless or otherwise. A fate worse than death! Your formerly powerful paladin is no longer fit to defend. He lives, but has lost all purpose. Your Superman has fallen from his horse and has been thoroughly Christopher Reeve'd.

Can you imagine that? That is how I feel right now. Xbox is the only way I can consistently speak with my best friend, for fucks sake. I know all of my friends because of Xbox Live. If it weren't for that sweet prince of a console, I wouldn't have met my girlfriend. It's... It's a fucking travesty, is what it is.

And, yes, I know, I'm being a whiny fucking diaper-baby. I understand that I'm being dramatic and mayhaps a little unreasonable, but you have to see where I'm coming from! (Actually, you don't. I just really need to vent)

My entire life sort of revolved around getting home, hopping on Xbox Live, chatting it up with the doods, and playing some games. I don't know what I'm going to do without that. Writing fanfics is all good and well, but it's not the same as clanning up and kicking some ass on Black Ops 2, or going toe-to-toe in Street Fighter 4, or even getting completely silent during a job on Payday 2, reacting to each other's movements and reading each other's minds (Admittedly, that last one doesn't really happen, but you get the concept of close-knit co-op, right?)

I don't know when I'm going to be able to replace my darling. I don't know how I'm going to deal with losing the only way of communicating with my friends on a day-to-day basis. I think I'm going to start spending a lot more time writing, which isn't bad, but it's fucking crushing to know that I can't hop on, talk some shit like the scumbag I am, and chill with my guys.

But, at the end of the day, 3 years is a pretty good run, especially when you have 3 siblings who seem to thrive off of fucking shit up. I guess I should remember my time with my lost love, rather than dwell on the moments that will never be.

R.I.P. You Sexy Bitch

Oh, and Love Beats Stupid will probably be updated by Tuesday. Anypony wanna know how Adagio's... "Date", for want of a better word, went? Hope you guys enjoy the BONUS CHAPTER.

*sighs* Don't take this seriously. I just needed to yell, and my mom would be pissed if I screamed "FUCKING CHRIST!!!!" at the top of my lungs like I want to. Oh, and that reminds me...

FUCKING CHRIST!!!!

And, fin.