Posted by sean on September 22, 2007 at 11:46 am in Video Games with No Comments

Everyone loses things; whether it be socks, money, keys or a child, it can be very annoying. Some losses can be explained by carelessness, some things eventually get found, and sometimes things just disappear for no apparent reason – never to be found again.

Last night, I thought I would use my Xbox headset. I could not find it anywhere. Something rather strange as it used to sit comfortable along with my other HiFi and gaming equipment. Despite clearing up the whole media centre, taking a sofa-bed to pieces and emptying various cupboards around my flat, the fucking headset could not be found!

I have absolutely no idea what could have happened to it. Next week is a massive date on the gaming calendar with both Halo 3 and Fifa 08 getting released – an event which looks to set me back £100. As both of this games feature big online features, a headset is an essential bit of kit. The loss couldn’t have happened at a worse time.

I have given up the hunt, and unless by some bizarre miracle I find it in the next few days, I will be buying a replacement along with my other games in the week. Now, do I buy a wired or wireless one?

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