So about two weeks ago we got the dreaded Red Ring of Death. Just about everyone I know who has an XBox 360 has had this happen, so I was unnaturally calm about it. Hey, it’s under warranty, they’ll pay for the shipping. No biggie. Work’s been taking over some evenings of mine and the stepson needs to bear down on homework more anyway.
We followed the course of the package from here to Texas and back. Of course UPS had to come here when I was at work, but I was able to pick up the XBox at the depot, no problem. Look, they even gave us a card for a free month of XBox Live, how thoughtful of them. So ends this happy little story.
No.
We got the XBox back on Monday. The stepson played for a little bit on Tuesday, and all seemed well. Yesterday evening he fired up Skate 2 for a bit of grinding. I watched him put the disk in and tygre and I started chatting. One minute later we heard a BZZZZZT! from the TV.
Red ring of death.
The stepson had played for about 15 minutes, tops, since we got it back. We hadn’t played at all.
OK, time to call Microsoft. “Oh, this almost never happens,” they lie. Send it back to us and we might send you back a new one. Maybe.
Hey, what about the disk still in the XBox? The one that wouldn’t eject when the RRoD appeared again? “Oh, you can find out how to get the drive open by following the instructions on our website.” Right. Two hours of fiddling, checking YouTube examples, learning that there are really three different types of drive (and we happen to have the most difficult one to open manually), bending paperclips, trying to balance a flashlight between my head and shoulder, and the drive popped open like magic!
With the disk still stuck inside.
What an assload of fuck! Fuck you XBox!