Let the world tremble at the whisper of Magnus—the next titan, the next standard, the next war-banner raised high above the ashes of this fading generation. While others bend the knee to the plastic monarchy of Sony, I stand unbroken. I’ve marched through the Red Ring, endured the Kinect dark age, and still I rise, controller in hand, eyes fixed on the horizon where Magnus dawns like a steel sun.

I will not yield. I will not waver. I will not swap allegiances for haptic trinkets or cinematic cutscene pity-parties. My loyalty is forged in the fires of Halo, Gears, Fable, and the quiet whir of that beautiful green startup glow.

Magnus calls, and I follow—into the Next Gen, into the unknown, into glory. If I must fall, let it be with the Xbox insignia etched upon my soul, my last breath a proud refusal to ever, *ever* submit to Sony.

Long live Magnus. Long live Xbox. Let the console war continue.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5794683&forum_id=2Elisa#49410607)