Sigh... Well, I loaded up RD:R for the last time yesterday, not that I knew that... the power light flashed yellow, then started blinking red.... Now it won't stay on long enough to even remove the game disc.
According to the Sony support hot line, there's nothing I can do without voiding the warranty, and I doubt I have the skill to fix it even if I was willing to do that. It will cost $150 if I want it fixed, money I don't have. Honestly, I don't mind a gaming hiatus; I've lived without my games before. But I had at least 2,000 hours of game saves on that system, everything I've played in the last two years plus years of PS2 saves. There is no way to recover that data.
It's like... I've spent years painting little ceramic unicorns -- each one unique. Tedious, but ultimately rewarding. Some had racing stripes, some were dressed like a bdsm slave and were swinging a horn twice the length of it's body, and some seemed to simply be covered in blood. Then a bomb exploded, destroying them all and burning my hands so that I have to pay some ****** to fix them before I can attempt to rebuild my shattered collection... [/tortured metaphor]
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Fuck, I don't know, have any condolences? Advice? Anecdotes?
...Life is cruel.
According to the Sony support hot line, there's nothing I can do without voiding the warranty, and I doubt I have the skill to fix it even if I was willing to do that. It will cost $150 if I want it fixed, money I don't have. Honestly, I don't mind a gaming hiatus; I've lived without my games before. But I had at least 2,000 hours of game saves on that system, everything I've played in the last two years plus years of PS2 saves. There is no way to recover that data.
It's like... I've spent years painting little ceramic unicorns -- each one unique. Tedious, but ultimately rewarding. Some had racing stripes, some were dressed like a bdsm slave and were swinging a horn twice the length of it's body, and some seemed to simply be covered in blood. Then a bomb exploded, destroying them all and burning my hands so that I have to pay some ****** to fix them before I can attempt to rebuild my shattered collection... [/tortured metaphor]
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Fuck, I don't know, have any condolences? Advice? Anecdotes?
...Life is cruel.