Today I came home to find a note kindly left behind by a delivery man. It said that a package which couldn’t fit through my letter box had been left with my next door neighbour. I knocked on next door and retrieved said package; I think the lady next door thinks I’m either addicted to mail-order or I’m assembling a bomb – she takes delivery of so much stuff for me.
So I peel back the bubble-wrap off this thing and spend about a minute or so playing with that before I get the impression that the box is staring at me.
Weird. Who would have sent me a gas mask for my Xbox 360? I mean, that’s what it looks like, right?
Right, now I’m being stared at from inside the box rather than from the outside. And I am intrigued. Let’s see what we have here…
I’m in command? Too right, I’m in command! Let’s get everything out of this box…
Okaaaaaaaaaaay. We have a mask, similar to that worn by the DJ from Slipknot, bolted to the side of what appears to be some type of chassis.
Right. All the bits are out of the box. Now I just need my screwdriver…
So slot A goes into slot B and I surround my Xbox 360 in urban camo. You know. In case it’s ever pinned down in a gunfight in the inner city or something.
But wait! There’s more! If I plug this USB in the back of the chassis into the Xbox 360 and turn it on:
Voila! It’s aliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive! Man, what a sweet pimp job. This is now a hardcore Xbox. A man’s Xbox! All I need now is a suitably macho game to play on this intense console of thundering testosterone!
Yeah!!!! Cars 2!!!! ‘Ave it!!!!!