Nathan Drake is to blame that I bought no Xbox
During my studies, I was obsessed from the Xbox 360. Not, because I had one and had been a defensive advocate of my hardware decision, but because I really wanted an Xbox 360. I was in love with this chic, black console with the great gamepad, over which I had already read so much and that was a kind of mystery in my PC and Wii-dulner circle of friends than something that stood in our living room. In my case, the reason was between me and the fulfillment of my console traum, the ultimate end opponent of all student * inside: money. So I divided. Everyone deserved by various part-time jobs, which did not flow straight into my photodesign studies, landed in my Xbox piggy bank (aka a shoe carton, on the Xbox stood) until it was finally a lot, too long time, so far. After long months of waiting, the shuffling, the Schmacht he had finally come. The day I wanted to buy an Xbox 360. He came. And I bought a PS3. And blame is Nathan Drake. A slow love Between me and my Xbox 360, however, c...