As previously noted, Home is upon us, and yea, it is utterly pointless. Right now, Playstation Home is Second Life with more load time, more frequent advertisements, and fewer people to interact with. Oh, there is the promise that someday there will be content and it will be a glowing interactive testament to our lives as gamers, and even that doesn't sound particularly attractive, but for now it's pretty much a waste of digital space and real time.
Well, actually, I take that back. Home so far has been good for one thing: painting an accurate portrait of its users. I, apparently, have been lucky my whole life to have had the social grace and fortune to talk to and befriend girls. All the jokes about gamers being Dungeon Master mouthbreathers who'd never seen a real live girl before seemed like wild charicatures of fictional persons to me. I would like to thank Playstation Home for finally showing me what kind of imbeciles I'd been ignoring this whole time. More specifically, I would like to thank Joystiq weekend editor Griffin McElroy for demonstrating to us all the apparently timeless art of the Quincy, as seen below. I implore you, watch this video straight through:
Wow.
There's so much to say, but none of it really does the topic justice. The other users are all really into it when they see an attractive female avatar dancing, but observe how rapidly the entire group disbands once they've been "Quincyed"!
Astounding.
Thank you, Playstation Home. I learned something, and now I never need to use you again... though I am tempted to watch one of these happen in real-time... maybe I'll just log in to Home real-quick...
Ah, that's how they get ya...
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