How freakin horrible are those few words put together? If you are me, very. For a year I dodged the dreaded red circle, and surely named after the Red Death itself it found its way into my chamber and infected my XBox 360. To me, it is like watching a good friend flatline in their hospital bed. Depressing. All the hours of sniping on Call of Duty, lost. All countless hours perfecting my plastic guitar and drum skills, gone. And now I must send my good friend off to the XBox rehab center, where he will spend the next month or two kicking the red monkey off his back.
God this sucks.
