Dear Last Generation Consoles,
We both knew this time would come; the writing had been on the wall for quite some time and you and I both know that my mind had been wandering to another for over five months now. I never made it a secret that I had pre-ordered a next gen console. Tomorrow I will be receiving my PlayStation 4 and it will mark the end of our relationship. Sure, I may come back to you over the next few months, but we both know that this day marks the end.
Our relationship began my freshman year of college, although I had known you for almost a year at that point. I had made up my mind that it was time to move on from my PlayStation 2. So on a Friday during the fall semester I headed off to Target with some of my close friends and purchased an Xbox 360 with an extra controller and Gears of War. I was ready to start my relationship with you.
From that moment on we grew closer and closer. Slowly my relationship with my PS2 vanished and within just a few months the Xbox 360 became my sole means of gaming. With the last generation of consoles finally out of the way our relationship blossomed and you introduced me to new worlds and experiences that only you could.
Showing me online competition like no other generation had thanks to Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2. Introducing me to some of my favorite video games of all time such as: the Mass Effect trilogy, Uncharted 2&3, Skyrim, and even with the end drawing near you managed to make me smile one last time with GTA V.
Not only were you constantly surprising me with new titles and franchises, but you were there for me through one of the most difficult times in my life. Graduating college and trying to pave your own way in the world is never easy for anyone, but it’s made so much worse when your future is ripped away from you as I did. But you never wavered and you never faltered.
Thanks to Netflix you were there with hours upon hours of TV shows for me to watch when all I wanted to do was lay around and leave the world behind. You introduced me to How I Met Your Mother to make me laugh and Dexter to engross me in fiction. I was able to escape the world that had done nothing but bring me pain for the last year thanks to you.
I lost myself in the wonderful world of Skyrim; I took my anger and rage out online with Call of Duty Modern Warfare 3 and Battlefield 3. I stayed connected with my best friend through Halo Reach and managed to smile and forget my troubles for a few hours thanks to being able to talk as if he was in the room with me. When I had no one else you were there for me without question, all I had to do was press the power button and you’d ease my pain.
Of course just like any relationship we had our rocky moments. The Xbox 360 that had started our relationship started to crash on a frequent basis just a year after purchase constantly erasing hours of work I had put into my NCAA Football franchise. Finally it died over one summer break from the Red Ring of Death.
Multiple games were damaged thanks to me or one of my friends moving the Xbox 360 while it was on. In fact I managed to ruin two Dragon Age Origins discs by doing just that. Then there was that time you decided to leak my information along with millions of others thanks to Sony being hacked, but for the most part our relationship was a thing of beauty.
Through our relationship I grew from a high school kid who didn’t have a car to a fully functioning adult, albeit still a little immature. I was more engrossed with gaming during this generation than any other generation thanks to the wonderful things you did, and the video game industry grew and was made better because of you.
Goodbyes are never easy and I know you fear the days when you will do nothing but collect dust, but unfortunately that is the nature of your world, when the newer and more powerful come to play the older and weaker must leave. You had your time to shine and you shined bright. I will always look upon our years together with joy, and please know you will never be forgotten.
Thank you and goodbye old friends, you will be missed.