Shambling masses arrange themselves grid-wise. When the signal is passed to their fleeting consciousness these formless spawn fill themselves with the dark energy flowing in the streets and stand forth, corporeal and block the light. Above them, a patchwork sky stands static, a mosaic of stained-glass windows, colouring the world for observers above. The crowd of millions shuffle and form new shapes. Each one performing their task. But in this crowd of millions are the dead ones. They stand deaf to the commands given them. They stay unchanging when the call to stay the light in course comes. They stand unchanged when the call to move away comes. Sometimes that stand alone, sometimes in groups.
They are dead.
They are corpses standing among the living.
They are zombies.
My PSP has two. Andrews' has Twelve. Because it's nigh impossible to determine if they are hot, stuck or dead, it is not as easy as saying, 'I have a dead pixel, give me a new PSP.'
So I am still hoping that it's just a stuck one. Wipeout Pure still rocks very hard. It also lets you download expansion packs.
No comments:
Post a Comment