A Letter To My Gamerscore

Hey, how you doing?

I know it’s been awhile since we talked.  I’ve had a lot on my mind, lately, that’s all.  But I’m here now.  You want to talk; let’s talk.

A few weeks ago we shared our 50000 point anniversary together.  That’s pretty incredible.  Ever since I met you, you’ve been all I could think about.  I know there was the thing with the DS, but you have problems leaving the house, and I know you didn’t expect me to be alone for a whole week away.  I have needs, baby.  For the most part, you have filled those needs, but…well, that’s why we need to talk.

I don’t think I can see you exclusively much longer.  In fact, I know I can’t.  I know, I know, I feel like a liar.  I really wanted to bring you with me to next-gen.  I’ve put a lot of work into this relationship, and trust me, I don’t want to see it go to waste.  I would like to keep seeing you in some capacity, but first, you have a right to know why I’m making this decision.

It’s somebody else.  It’s always somebody else, isn’t it?  And no, I know what you’re thinking, but I did not go back to Nintendo.  I told you, that was years ago.  I’m over that.  I’m sure you know what I’m about to say, so let’s just get it out of the way.

Yes, I’m going back to Sony.

For the record, she may be old, but she can still rock my world.

For the record, she may be old, but she can still rock my world.

In all fairness, I was messing around with Sony long before I even knew you existed.  We had a thing, a long thing, before we ever shared that first Gears of War match where I fell for you.  That hasn’t changed, and we’ve both grown a lot since then.  I mean, 50000 points is a lot of time shared together, and I hope you believe me when I say that, Gates willing, I hope to see 50000 more.  It just won’t be with only you.

I know you’ve heard about that “other one’s” trophies, and I know I told you that I wasn’t interested, but now I feel like this is something I have to do.  At first, the thought of just giving up all our achievements together made me sick.  But then I realized that this isn’t a bad thing.  A fresh start sounds like just the thing I need, and since I have no interest in your sister who is just about to come of age, I will always be able to look back on what we’ve done together with pride.

It’s not you, that’s what I want you to draw from this.  It’s not even really your “competition”, although I hate that word.  Sure, she is sleek, fast and she knows a few, um, tricks that I have been dying to try out, but I still feel like you yourself have a few tricks up your sleeve as well.  Your family has promised to support you, and if that is the case, so will I.  But therein also lies the rub.

Wr-wrong kind of rub.  I think.  I have no idea where that saying came from.

Wr-wrong kind of rub. I think. I have no idea where that saying came from.


It’s your father.  I get the feeling that he doesn’t like me.  He makes me pay for everything, he isn’t nice to my independent friends and , despite my unwavering support, he just started giving me gifts like he actually cares.  I heard Sony has been doing that for years, and, honestly, I want in on that.  Worse, I swear your dad is bipolar.  He tells me one thing, then changes his mind the next day.  I can’t live like that.  I won’t live like that.

So I’m moving on.  Don’t worry, we’re still going to finish Dragon’s Dogma together, and I imagine that, for as long as you are able, there will always be a few things that can only remain between me and you.  I’m willing to embrace those things, as long as you realize that our exclusive love affair is over.  I am, once again, a polyconsole man.  Deal with it.

P.S. Would you mind if I came over to your place and checked out Titanfall sometime in the future, when the sting has eased a bit.  That would be totes awesome.  Kthxbai.

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