Last night,Nintendo announced that the Switch will be getting cloud-save backups in September. That means you have four months to drop your Switch into a lake, or let your dog chew it up, or accidentally back over it with your car.
Since the Switch came out in March of 2017, it has been impossible to back up your saved games. That means that, should you spill coffee onto your Switch while it sits in its dock, you could lose the 180 hours youâve sunk into The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild. Should it fall out of your backpack while transferring flights, itâll likely take with it your 60 hours of progress in Splatoon 2. Should it take a tumble into the bus aisle during your commute, youâll probably lose all your progress in Skyrim and Steamworld Dig 2
Those risks are as present today as they were yesterday, before Nintendoâs announcement. Happily, though, this fraught period of nervous hardware preservation now has an expiration date! We can relax knowing that, come September, those willing to pay $20 a year for Nintendoâs online service will be able to access cloud-save backups. A year and a half after it came out, the Switch will get a basic-ass feature that you would think a wildly successful console would have had ready to go at or at least near launch.
Until then, however, we must be even more vigilant. Safety is in sight, and a failure at this point would be all the more heartbreaking. The only thing worse than losing all your Switch saves in a freak jet skiing accident would be losing all your Switch saves in a freak jet skiing accident in late August, mere days before Nintendo turns on cloud-saves.
After September, dropping your Switch into the sink will result only in you losing an expensive piece of gaming hardware, rather than an expensive piece of gaming hardware and hundreds of hours of video game progress. So if youâre going to fuck up royally and lose your entire Stardew Valley farm, youâd better do it soon.
Your Switch is now the sidekick in a buddy cop movie whoâs on his last day before retirement. Itâs the daring cat burglar who decides to pull one last job so sheâll be set for life. Itâs sitting there, counting the hours, daydreaming about retiring on a tropical island and wondering how far it can stretch its pension. Just four months, and youâre home free. Tick tock.