Article written by tsa staff.
Published on 21/02/2013 at 09:00 PM.
by Mike Williams
Over the past few days, Iâ€™ve enjoyed the hype building up for the PlayStation 4 announcement. Weâ€™ve had photos of a prototype controller in front of what appears to be a dev-box and rumours have been rife about what each new facet of its makeshift body might unleash. However, last night was time for much of this to be cleared up – for the conjecture to finish and the real anticipation to begin; for Sony to coerce us into the first class carriage on our own personalised hype train.
With Skype Instant Messenger open and a voice call in parallel, my friends and acquaintances were suitably excited to see what the next generation console had to offer.
Straight away it was obvious that Sony had listened to problems from this generation (and not just about its own console). Sharing looks to be a huge feature. Sure, itâ€™s not for me but I definitely want to be able to make use of it. More importantly, I want it for everyone whoâ€™ll abuse it like I abused that mechanical bull last Summer. Not so horny now, are you.
Games were teased and trailers made us a little warmer in the trouser department. Conceptual pieces excited us with the possibilities of what this hardware can do in the hands of a studio like Media Molecule. Huge franchises leapt aboard, new Intellectual Properties (thatâ€™s IP to you and me) showed absolute promise.
Now, whilst the local police might tell you I was stone-cold sober, I was drunk on the lovely pitch that Sony had crafted. Images came and went. The new controller was discussed in more detail. Visit after visit on stage from developer boffins whipped our temperate gussets into a cotton-moistened party of endorphin-enriched happiness.
The show ended and I fell asleep thinking lovely things about the future of home console gaming. Sadly, reality decided to slap me around the face with its calloused hand on awaking. Not my reality but the reality that our culture appears to not only thrive on but breed at a contemptible rate. â€śNo problemâ€ť, I thought. Iâ€™ll just see what BBC has to say about Sonyâ€™s gestating console. Imagine the horror where around 90% of the article was negative and full of stamina-destroying body punches to the midriff.
An entire first world, up in arms over the fact that weâ€™d not seen the new console. An entire media-minded culture where things were damned just because they didnâ€™t get a mention. Countless times I saw alleged professionals tearing several new posteriors because we didnâ€™t have a fixed date of release.
I guess Holiday Season 2013 (near Christmas for us normal folk) wasnâ€™t enough. Why? What has caused this effluent-like putrescence to flow faster than the warm custard on my fruits of the forest crumble? I truly expected to see the usual shenanigans in the comments section but to see nearly all of the press link arms and spout such nonsense was enough to make my blood boil.
I donâ€™t want to know how cynical you are. I donâ€™t want to know why you think PC gaming is better. I donâ€™t want to know about how it all sounds completely out of touch with todayâ€™s society and why you not having a price or a sexy shot of the new Sony beast is tantamount to wishing a terminal illness on your loved ones. Step back for a moment and realise we live in a wonderful time where we can even potentially afford such luxuries. Breathe deeply and try to handle the fact that Sony overtook Microsoft (recently) in the sales stakes of home consoles and that they might be doing something resembling â€śrightâ€ť.
I wish Microsoft the very best of luck with whatever they show but, just for once, Iâ€™d like to see some enthusiasm for the average person (cue: show of hands from TSAâ€™s readership) where we are grown-up enough to realise it isnâ€™t the answer to all of our gaming prayers but looks suitably enticing for us to part with a serious number of crisp banknotes.
I thank the stars that somewhere like TSA exists and that Iâ€™m still allowed to be thrilled by the PlayStation 4 hype train.
First class carriage? I want to be sitting on the driverâ€™s lap and supping from his thermos!