Oh the elation of the frequently touted next-gen that thou has blessed us with. The remedial allegiant against the stagnation of gaming adequacy, the anointed messiah that thy prophesied would lead us not into temptation, but into diverse world replete with vibrancy and abeyant nobility. Thou bountiful, though expensive gift is the potent contraceptive for any proposed nocturnal fornication, that grants us the purity of religious celibacy. Us mere mortals offer praise for this magnanimous contribution, by adorning our residence with decorative ornaments that allow us to lament our fraternised correspondence with the inferiority of archaic tech, a remittance on negligent aversion from as the reflective, spiritual enlightening of the next-gen. Let us unit in the holy consensus to pray for our continued consonance, purge the pestilence of inferior hardware and the divergence from the unholy, unsanitary composition of mobile gaming *Spits*. I solemnly swear to devote both time and fealty to the engraved serendipity of the PS4, with distributed convergence of serenity through the anonymity of wired headset, thereby evoking auditory communes with other enlightened Shida’s (that’s not a grammatical oversight). I will smite those that attempt to poison and corrupt my brothers. And you will know my name is the lord when I strike my vengeance upon thee! (I think that might be pulp fiction?). I will hereby convene with other enlightened souls with unflinching resolve for your evanescent aristocracy. Our exulted lord; Shuhei Yoshida.

“I need your clothes, your boots and your bank account details.”

Can you hear a loud sucking noise? This sanctimonious, fastidious, but wonderfully articulated exposition isn’t necessarily a reciprocated affinity between the PS4 and myself (though its sadly rather close). I am however bored with referring to the inauguration of new consoles as “next-gen”, so from now on I’ll accredit it as Meredith Fosslebottom (Which incidentally is causing havoc with my predictive spelling audit). Now you’re not stupid, you understand the fiscal implications of the Meredith. That wealthy endowment is not simply an implication but one of assurance, but there are additional expenses that I didn’t anticipate. Once you’ve purchased your respective Meredith, admired its angular extrusions, or hidden its grotesque visage behind your stereo and revoked its access to the bell tower, then validated your asset by procuring a couple of accompaniment of games which reside with inflated price tags of around the 50 quotation, and your wallet will feel like its been defiled by RBS. Though most online games require the regulated premium service of PS+, you can acquire access to singular titles most notably Call Of Duty or Battlefield, with just the nominal transaction. Though I should indicate that these nominal transactions are 3/4 of the price of the premium service offered by Sony, making this gesture rather impotent.

Digitalized variations to physical copies are downloadable too, albeit with indistinguishable price differentials that also comply to suppressed publicity. The PS4 and Xbox One both posses 500gb hard drives to comfortably mediate your games, music, pictures, videos etc. But due to the expected technological ascension of content distributed through Meredith, games and perhaps other forms of media require innumerable availability to install, with some games (Killzone to be specific) requiring 6% of your internal RAM! Now you have to regulate your consumption of data, frugally analysing purchases with reductive clemency. Of course the PS4’s internal hard drive is mutually affiliated with any other external unit, so in theory you can subsidise the rather meagre unit for a superior 1TB HDD for further gaming affiance, but with further reductions  on your financial capacity (you sensing a theme here?). But Xbox One owners can’t even upgrade due to the latent ability to retract the HDD, so you’ll  be relying on economical prudancy, or ignoring the static storage system and transferring saved data through the USB port to an external hard drive. You may as well just utilise those pretty little clouds. There are of course benefits to being a contrived conservationist, due to the extrapolating costs of upgrading your internet connection that can administer such prodigious files.

“Money Fight! And this is just your internet suppliers. Excellent.”

A standard broadband juncture simply can’t handle the perpetual streaming of such tremendous ethereal documentation’s. Games such as Killzone (again) if routed through a sparse 16 meg conduit, could leave you waiting in excess of 9 hours! That’s a customary flight time from London to Orlando, without tangerine attendance remitting corrugated sandwiches. This is just a sample of my experience that exemplifies the additional applications that are requisite to fully amplify your interactions with Meredith. Though my numeracy extends to no more than inferring how much tax has been deducted from my pay (stupid, dictating society) I can vaguely ascertain that you’ll be incurring affixed expenditures of around £100. That’s excluding the console. And games. Or supplementary peripherals. Or protecting your newly procured commodity with applied insurance. In earnest, Meredith is an aberration of contemporary gaming; one richly informed by attenuating progression of technology, honed to adequately suffice any supplement form of entertainment. It should no longer be regarded as simply a modest hobby, but an investment. A very expensive one. Good luck.

How much extra have you had to pay, if any? posited