Oh, my poor PS4. How lonely you must feel now, nestled untouched beneath a layer of dust under my TV stand, originally consigned to work as a glorified streaming box after I finally kicked my Destiny habit and completed my slow shift to exclusively gaming on PC. When I upgraded my ageing plasma screen to a shiny new smart TV, even that duty fell from you, leaving you to wallow in inactivity outside the rare occasion I have house guests who want to play Jackbox.
I’ve all but given up on ‘living room gaming’ these days, even after a childhood spent playing on almost every home console since the Nintendo 64 and Sega Dreamcast, even after, uh… oh man, how many hours spent in Destiny 2? Oh dear. Let’s not talk about that.
