From the time the Wii U was first unveiled right through to today, the eve of the new Xboxâs unveiling, Iâve found myself feeling something very strange.
In years (and decades) past, the arrival of new hardware was exciting. Exciting because new consoles were the biggest and best, sure, but also because they were the latest step on a bigger journey, one blazing the way towards a brighter video gaming future. OK, yeah, this new console is amazing, but man, I wonder what comes next?
I donât feel that this time. I donât feel any excitement at all.
Instead, Iâve got an overbearing sense of melancholy. Maybe even ennui. Not at the machines themselves; the PS4 seems supremely capable, and Iâve no doubt the next Xbox will be similar. No, Iâm sad about the fact that this feels like the last gasp. A final hurrah.
The end of console gaming as we know it.
Maybe I canât see gamingâs forest for the trees. Maybe Iâm just bleak. But I canât see another round of console launches after this. OK, perhaps Nintendo can squeeze one more in, if only out of necessity, but the prospect of Sony and/or Microsoft having the will â or the money â to make a PS5 or Xbox 1080 in 5-8 years seems remote.
Why?
Thereâs so much talk of diminishing returns in the console market.
Studios have been closing and consolidating faster than new ones can spring up.
The costs of developing and marketing console games is out of control.
With the financial cost of failure too steep, too many series are diluted, pitched at everyone and truly resonating with nobody.
We used to get a new console every 4-5 years. This time around, itâs taken eight. Seriously. The Xbox 360 was released in 2005. If you need reminding on how long ago that was, watch this.
That âdelayâ hasnât been for fun. Itâs been because thatâs how long itâs taken to draw a line under the current generation.
Many people who once would have purchased a PlayStation for idle gaming can now scratch that same itch on their phone. Or their tablet. Hell, they can even buy games for their browser
Steam, the explosion of independent development and the focused clout of Kickstarter have transformed the PC from a sleeping giant into the most exciting platform on the planet. The buzz around stuff like the Oculus Rift only amplifies this.
Even Nintendo, a company once synonymous with the very idea of console gaming, is suffering through the most disastrous home console launch since the Dreamcast.
Sure, some could argue that consoles can recover, that thereâs room for both skittles and steak. And in many ways, I hope theyâre right. I really do, especially in Nintendoâs case. But, um, steak doesnât cost $500. And in that metaphorâs real world, people already own skittles, and theyâre always in their pocket wherever they go.
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Which is why these launches seem so sad to me. They may well be the last ones I ever get to enjoy. Sure, as gaming changes other pleasures and experiences will no doubt arise to take their place, but they wonât be the same
People wonât be lining up in the cold at midnight launches this holiday season for a piece of gamingâs future. Theyâll be lining up to secure the final chapter of a piece of gamingâs past.