Now, I like my games... I spent a lot of time on them... I'm not going to risk inserting my precious cartridges into the suicide hole, only to find out they want to continue the trend.
So I call the DS mortician (Also known as NINTENDO.) to get these two dead prongs embalmed, properly buried and promptly replaced with two- more alive prongs.
I bought this thing two or so years ago SOOOOOOOOO.... Apparently "suicidal prongs" isn't sympathy-inducing enough to negate the point that my warranty expired.
How much will it cost me to get these two lovey-prongs replaced?
NINETY TWO DOLLAS, YALL.
92.
Nine times Ten plus TWO.
That's a lot.
So after kindly informing the guy on the other end of the communicator device exactly where he could shove the suicidal pins, I promptly headed to Ebay.
I payed eighty bucks and I'm getting a new DS some time next week.
It's a white one, but with some creativity I can make it work for my ghetto gothy punk fucked up style.
Also, I'm now going to take the prongsist DS apart and learn how to repair it.... Or fail and sell it for parts on Ebay. Whatever works.
Point is-- FUCK YOU, NINTENDO.
And now, I'm off to take the 12 bucks I saved BUYING A NEW ONE AS OPPOSED TO FIXING IT (Wasteful infidels!) to buy a game for it.
What? I was going to spend the money anyway....
Adding the order of plushies and a DS skin from DA onto that total, along with the NDS browser and whatever the hell else I chose to pick up, my bank account went from about 260 bucks to 80 in one weekend.
HURRAH COMFORT SPENDING!













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