At first glance, I thought my PS3 was perfect. It was my pride and joy, and all my friends congratulated me on my amazing console.
But every full moon, when the clock strikes 12...my PS3...it -changes-.
Every full moon, I lock myself in my room and pray that my PS3 will overlook me in favor of my sister, or my dog....or even my parents. But I'm running out of edible relatives. I would run, but it would find me no matter where I went.
Oh, no....no, it's happening again! Don't take me, take the cat, no doOTHWUGWUHFGJEbn,bfv.