One cool story post. That’s why I write to myself: “The author is an asshole, get off to the forum”. Yes, yes, yes, then I’ll definitely leave, thanks for the advice.
Now a little more serious. Once upon a time, a little messy bitch received his first PlayStation as a gift. The console was affectionately named “Sonechka”, it was placed in the best corner, the dust was regularly brushed off, and with my puppy-like wet eyes you could touch Hitler.
Since then, the boy has grown up, having survived several generations of “Sons”. Of course, the boy’s hands simply grew together in the shape dualshock, and no other management was recognized. As a result, it came to the third generation.
But one day a disaster happened – a rainstorm that suddenly poured from the ceiling destroyed both Sonia and all her bells and whistles. Considering that I didn’t notice the flood in my room at all, and spent half an hour trying to cope with the flood in the bathroom, I had no way to save the console. Sad loss, I still grieve. But there’s nothing you can do, life goes on.

What happened next? I started trying https://playmillion-casino.uk/bonus/ myself in the field of indie games. ‘Cause how to pull"graphon like in cruise"my poor laptop couldn’t. Slowly, little by little, I began to get used to the controls on the keyboard (I wanted to buy a mouse, but I kept forgetting) and it seemed like I even got used to it, I even stopped spitting.

So today I decided to do a little cleaning in my desk drawer. In addition to all sorts of wires, receipts and other obscenities, there was my old gamepad, worn out in places, in the box. The same one who swam in boiling water for half an hour, and according to all the laws of physics… (although no, not physics, but meanness) died a tragic death. The devil pulled me to get the wire, plug the gamepad into the laptop and look at the corpse for the last time.
What happened next? The brave Japanese warrior of the button and stick UNEXPECTEDLY WORKED, which notified me with a flashing light.

At that moment the idea came to my mind to google a little. And within half an hour I was playing Steam’s “ninja” from my “dead” gamepad. Conclusion: There is happiness – it cannot but exist!
Perhaps I’m severely unfriendly with logic, physics, and anything else. And in fact, all the gamepads in the world can easily take a bath in the bath, and after that connect to anything and work without any problems. Don’t know. But the fact remains – my Japanese veteran did an incredible somersault, and is ready to serve me faithfully for many years. I’m not kidding, the very first gamepad from the first curling iron survived both the console itself and the second version of the console, and now lies at my nephew’s house in full working order. Dualshocks are generally tenacious. 10 years is not the limit. But it’s one thing to endure a few years, and quite another to survive a flood.
It’s time for Sony to launch an advertising campaign. Something in the spirit of a post-apocalypse, when after a nuclear explosion, surviving gamers play on Sonya gamepads :3
We need to send it by mail to the myth busters, let them check – you never know. Maybe he’s invulnerable? O_o
Actually, that’s it, I don’t dare delay any longer.