This Physin't What We Asked For, Sony.
Anyone who knows me knows that for the past 15 to 20 odd years of my cognitive life, I’ve been a stalwart and at times stubborn Playstation supporter, a self-procclaimed “Pony”, if you will. The very day I was born there was a Playstation in my house, which I’m sure is true for many people reading this due to the seemingly irreplicable success of the almighty Playstation 2. I think the first time I remember ever being given a console was a launch edition PS3, the fat one, the one that had backwards compatibility built into it. I still have that very same console, it’s sitting in a display case. At the time I didn’t know how divisive the PS3 actually was, I was 6 years old and the “you should want to get a second job to afford this bad boy” of it all was very much my father’s problem. To me, it was just a box under a tree that contained a console I’d spend a decade putting through its paces. As problematic as its price tag and software-limiting architecture was, I loved that thing. I st...