So I'm bringing this up because I HATE PlayStation 3. Why? Well, it all started back in January 2008. I think it was the first day I went back to school after being in Puerto Rico for Christmas vacation which extended into the first week or so of January. Me and my brother got home from school and my mom told us she had another Christmas present for us. All I could think was, "I got an iPod Nano, a phone and a vacation to Puerto Rico for about 3 weeks. What could she have bought now!?!" and she gave us a Best Buy bag with a box in it. To me and my brothers surprise, it was a PS3!!! I already knew what game I wanted because I had recently started spending time on the internet looking at video games! That game that made me start using Gamespot.com was the one, the only, Assassin's Creed. It looked amazing an I needed to play the game and with a PS3 in my hands, it would be possible! Time goes on, me and my brother get an ethernet cable and make PSN (Now SEN) accounts, we play loads of demos, and start buy our first game, Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare. And then......

It's July 1, 2008 and the critically acclaimed Grand Theft Auto IV has been out for about a month and a half already. It got a 10 out of 10 on Gamespot! I loved San Andreas and I need GTA IV! So July 1st is my birthday and I ask my mom for the game. A couple hours later, about 5 o' clock p.m., my mom finally gets home and gives me cologne, some other presents and Grand Theft Auto fucking IV!!! I was so excited! I waited hours from the time my mom left in the morning til she got home for that game and there it was! So I took it upstairs to my room, pop the game in and start playing. I play about the first hour of the game and get off for who knows what reason. My mom yelled at me too get off, my brother wanted to play, I was hungry, I have no idea. So the next day rolls around and I'm excited to get back into GTA. I pop in the disc and press X on the digital disc on the television and there it is. Error blablabla. I reset the PlayStation and try again. Error again. I'm scared and worried about what's wrong. So I try another game and.... ERROR! YOU MOTHERFUCKER! YOU MESSED UP ON ME! I JUST GOT GTA IV AND YOU MESS UP NOW!

GAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

So we call SONY and they're obviously useless so we have to send them our PlayStation. No biggie, I can wait. It's not like I'm dying to play my newest game!!!!! So about 3 weeks later, I'm outside my house with some neighbors and my brother (I would think) and a UPS truck pulls in front of my house. I think nothing of it so I go upstairs and let my mom know UPS is here. We get our package and wait... What is this? Can it be.... YES! My PS3 is finally here! I plugged it into my 37' living room tv (Which is my tv now) and I pop in GTA IV and there I go! Into the magical world of gaming again.... Until, something happens again...

It's been a year and a month I would say and I'm in nearing the end of a co-op match in Resistance 2. It's fun and I'm talking with a friend through my Playstation Eye. Then the match ends and the screen turns to black, on it's way to the main menu. So I wait a couple seconds. The seconds roll by and all I could think is "Wow, this is taking longer then it usually does."

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

My thoughts are then interrupted by 3 beeps. What is that? I turn to my PlayStation, only to see it turn off. All I could think is "Damn! All that experience from that match lost!". So I press the power button and

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

This time I look fast enough to see the power lights go from green to yellow to red. I'm confused. Yellow? Never seen that one before. I try again and it repeats. All I could think is "Oh shit! What's wrong?!?". I try pressing the eject button and beeps happen again. I'm shocked and going crazy! This can't be happening AGAIN! I go downstairs where my brother is talking to our friend at the door who's just leaving. I say to him "Yo, I think the PS3 is messed up." He says "What?" and we run upstairs to my PlayStation. It keeps turning yellow and beeping and it won't turn on! What did you send us SONY? Is this some dirty trick!? I was playing Resistance 2 dammit! So we tell my mom later the great news and her response? "It doesn't have warranty anymore and I am NOT paying for that." Imagine how heartbroken we were? Our one hobby, our favorite hobby, ruined. Gone once again... So we tried many attempts to get the game out and give it back to my friend because yes, Resistance 2 was a borrowed game. We weren't going to smash it open so it just sat in our yellow lighted PS3.

Fast forward 2 months, it's October 2009 and we're moving out. My brother puts our dead PS3 in one of the boxes and I tell him no, it needs to go in the PS3 box. What if it breaks? Guess what? Bad move. I put it in and I tell either my smaller brother or cousin to bring it down and both act stupid and refuse and the guy we payed to help us move brings it down to the truck. Fast forward a couple hours later, me, my brother and his friend are at our new apartment in our new room. For some reason, I think of the PlayStation and look for it in my room... But I don't find it... Where is it? So I go to our new living room and ask my stepfather "Hey Ambi! You seen the PS3?" and his response is "No." Where can it be then? Me and my brother scrounge the house but no luck. "Ambi, was the truck completely empty before it left?" and his reply is "Yeah. Where did you last see it?" and I remember the guy "took it downstairs" but he was with us at our new apartment eating Chinese food that my mom bought him. So he couldn't have. We check our old house the next day and nothing. Ask our friend if he saw it, nope. So there it is, our YLOD PS3 is gone, literally this time. Why does it matter? I could've saved up and sent it to SONY or asked my mom to pay for it for Christmas and that'd be my only present. So there's my PS3. Gone for a third time. Just disappeared. Like magic. So I spent the next 2 years playing games at my friend's houses. It was my only option. I couldn't give up on my favorite hobby that easy. I literally begged, in a sarcastic way, my mom and sister to buy me a PS3 all the damn time. That's when my next paragraph starts...

Christmas Eve 2011 guise!!! I'm not expecting anything awesome but I'm still excited. I don't know why. Me, my brother and cousin are literally staying up because my mom said she MIGHT give us our presents when she comes back home from a Christmas get together thingy she went to with our stepdad at a friends house. So we stay up on Netflix until she comes home. Finally. It's probably 3 or 4 a.m. and she gives up. She gives us presents, nothing great. Then she says she has 1 more present for each of us. She gives me a rather big ox and I don't know what to make of it. What the hell is this? I'm carefully taking off the wrapping paper and all that comes out of my mouth is...

NO..... GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!

And I run to my room and go back to the living room. IT'S A PS3! AGAIN!!! Am I high or something?! I don't smoke!!! I hug the shit out of my mom and she warns me about the light billl, blablabla, I'm just ready to fire this bad boy up! So I go to my room and put my profile on, sync up my trophies, download some stuff on the PS Store and pop in a game. I don't remember what game but I stayed up for 3 or 4 hours playing! I can start playing games again! Granted I'm a little bit, what am I saying, I'm a LOT behind but I don't care! I have some money for a game and I know what I'm buying. I wake up later on Christmas day, my then girlfriend comes to my house and gives me a present and I let my mom know she says our relationship is ruined because she got me a PS3 and we laugh. So later, I give my mom $20 and she orders me Mass Effect 2 on Amazon. It's a Sunday but I really don't care. I just want a new game to play with my new PS3. The game gets to my house by Tuesday and I play the shit out of it. The incoming months are a slaughterfest! I shoot, zap and portal my way through more then 20 games! I love gaming and I will never EVER stop gaming for anyone! New games are on the horizon every month and my backlog just grows while I webswing and climb through older games. E3 comes up and I'm more hyped then ever! 12 new games for PS+ members and I need PS+! I need those games! I get it and play through Warhammer 40,000 and Just Cause 2 which are great games by the way. So we jump to the present...

I now sit here, angry once again. It's not only a Tuesday, it's the first of July. The first Tuesday of July. That can only mean one thing. PlayStation Store is being updated with 3 new games and I know what they are! So I download Pac-Man Championship Edition DX and I tell my sister and she tells me to turn it on. I let her play a couple games and even though I'm not playing, I'm still having fun watching her play until she has to do my (other) cousins hair and I play a round or two. I get off so I can download Gotham City Imposters which I always wanted and Renegade Ops. It takes about an hour before finally they're both downloaded and installed. But wait. I go to the folder they are in and it says "No date found." and I'm confused. I go to turn off the PS3 and the icon takes a couple seconds to show up which never happens. I shut it off, turn it back on and

WALA!

I need to restore my damn PlayStation. I'm pretty pissed because I think it's going to wipe my PS3 clean but I was told otherwise. So I let it restore. 8 hours later, it's 47%. 47 fucking percent in 8 hours! That means another 8 hours?! Seriously?! Fucking machine. I check back an hour later and I almost kill my cousin. No one has touched the PS3 but it seems to have restarted by itself and now it's back at 0%. Great. Just FUCKING GREAT. I WASTE 9 HOURS OF FUCKING ELECTRICITY TO GET FUCKED OVER?! FUCK YOU PLAYSTATION! I AM TIRED OF YOUR BITCHASS! FUCK YOU!

So I unplug my PS3 and almost throw that shit across the room. I put it behind my ottoman where it'll be for the next 3 weeks because I'm leaving to Dominican Republic on Saturday for 2 weeks. Yes, that's a Spanish island outside of America. So when I get my ass back to New York 2 weeks from now, I'm going to have to go to my grandmothers house and restore my PS3 again because she doesn't pay for light so I won't be using up my electricity.

tl;dr - I have terrible fucking experiences with ALL PlayStation products. Not only PS3. I've owned about 3-4 PS2's, 3 PSP's, and 3 PS1's. Either I have terrible luck, SONY fucking hates my guts and the systems themselves are trying to make me go insane because if that's what they want, it's fucking COMING TO FRUITION!

I hate that I love SONY. Fuck them and PlayStation. Seriously.