Fuck you Sony, Fuck you Microsoft.
There are no boomerangs, no breadboxes. It’s a little conventional, I must admit, but I am as excited as an old lady at a craft fair. Certainly, I am a tad bit nervous about it. Go play your crappy Grand Theft Auto and your obscure 2-star games, and marvel at your lackluster third party support. I support the Revolution. When you knock on my door and ask if you can play the next generation of Mario Kart, I’ll only say “I told you so.”