The Negative Edge of a Console Hard Drive
I come home from a long day of work on Friday... go into my bedroom, turn on the PC, the TV and the Xbox, then go into the bathroom to wash up. I start hearing some loud ass noises coming from the room. I finish up and walk back in. My Xbox's welcoming and nurturing green light is flickering to red and back.
Red is never a good sign.
Thinking the disc inside is spinning wrong, I open the tray. The noise continues. It must be the hard drive. I turn it off and on. Starts up fine. Ah, a fluke. A technical hiccup. I play for a few hours, turn it off, and forget about it.
Midday saturday, I click the Xbox on again. Same noise, same red flashes. Now I'm starting to worry. I turn it off and on. Red, green, red, green. Off and on and off and on. My balls start to retract as I think of all the Halo profiles, my GTA3 and Vice City progress... shit, my Burnout 2 and 3 progress... fuck! All the bullshit I did in that fucking Spider Man 2 game. Oh god. One more try. Nothing.
I call MS to see what they can do. Long story short, pay for shipping, pay $80 for service, and there's no guarantee they can recover my save games. "Nigga please," I reply. I try it out one more time: success. I hang up on that buster, leave the Xbox running, and head out to the local EB for an Xbox memory card.
They didn't have it. I end up having to drive out to the mall and back, now with a memory card and DOA:U in hand (don't ask =/ ). I start copying saves. Most of the big ones are safely preserved and will make the trip over to my new Xbox when this one completely stops responding. A lot of stuff won't be... not because it doesn't fit, but because it can't be copied. It just can't. I made a save in MY Xbox and I can't copy it because the people that made the games are fucking tools.
My Ninja Gaiden saves. My Burnout 2 and 3 saves. All my soundtracks that took, cumulatively, hours to put in. Assorted other game saves that don't really matter in the greater scheme of things.
I'm going to open her up soon. I have hope that there's something glaringly wrong: a large errant screw, some alien bit of technology holding up a small white flag, but I know in my heart it's a false one.
Good bye, my first Xbox. I never even saw your counter change from 50,000+ blocks.