It started with a mobster falling through the floor of a bank, arms waving as he plummeted to blackness and as my PS3 stopped running “The Godfather II.” It was going to end, I feared, in the death of my Sony super-console.
Yesterday, I stared down the impending doom that would snuff out my PS3. And, I think, I won.
I’ve now faced catastrophe with each of the modern consoles.
First was the Wii. Only a few months after I obtained my launch system from Nintendo, I needed a replacement. It was my fault. I had been carrying the Wii back and forth, from home to the office. I carried it in my bag, in which I also carried lose change. A dime or some other object that wasn’t a game disc, fell into the Wii’s disc drive slot. I didn’t see that happen, but I determined that it did oncethe spinning of discs in my Wii started producing buzzsaw noises. I sent the system back to Nintendo and was sent a new one. I had backed up my save files, but those Miis my family and I had made in the heady days of Wii launch could only be transferred to my new Wii as guest creations. I’d never be able to edit them again. I also learned that I couldn’t put my transfered save files onto my new Wii until I had put the disc of the game associated with any of those files into the drive. Odd.
Second to go was the Xbox 360. My launch console lasted years longer than I thought it would, finally meeting its maker late last year as a malfunctioning something-or-other tainted the graphics of my 360 games with a yellowish-green tint. Through the magic of a transfer cable and the swappable Xbox 360 hard drive, I moved all of my save data and downloadable game licenses along with my Gamertag to a new 360. It was like a preview of the future, when our brains will be moved from our decaying old bodies to young healthy ones. That’s happening in 50 years or so, yes?
Third to kick it was going to be my PS3. Yesterday, the crashes and awkward reboots of the system following some odd bugs in “The Godfather II” had me scrambling to clean my system’s digital innards. None of my disc games were loading past their title screen. I identified the way to restore the machine’s factory defaults. To begin, I started backing up game-save files to a USB drive. Not every game allows you to do this, oddly. I was going to have to say goodbye to my saved game for “Killzone 2” and, fittingly, “The Godfather II,” neither of which would transfer to my drive. And I prepared for the worst — the worst being that my launch PS3, which can play PS2 games, was going to have to be replaced by a newer PS2-incompatible unit.
As of this writing, however, my PS3 seems to be working again. Time seemed to heal its wounds. I’m keeping “Godfather II” away from it, though I’m fascinated by the game’s design so much that I will buy the safer 360 version and play a bit of that.
The PS3 clings on. Its EKG will beep for another day.
Next: I will test the health of my PS3 today with “Valkyria Chronicles.”
UPDATE: Looks like I wrote too soon. “Valkyria Chronicles” just crashed on me. It’s clearly not the games. Something’s very wrong with my PS3. It’s weird, since the console had been so sturdy up until now.