Let me just preface that I was ~14 when this happened. I was still learning about good and evil.
Thanks to this site I had a 1001 PSP with all the emulators. It was amazing. I don't remember what happened exactly (it was so long ago!), but somehow I managed to brick it. After trying everything, I was desperate.
I knew my best friend's little brother had the exact same model as mine.. (You can probably see where this is going). So the next time I went over to his house, I brought my brick. After waiting for just the right moment, I stealthily swapped the two. I felt like Solid Snake. So badass.
I was still at their house when his little brother realized "his" PSP wouldn't turn on. It felt so bad but how could I tell him I pulled a switch-er-roo? Then I was STILL there after he charged it for a while, and discovered it wouldn't turn on ever again. I remember him going to his dad and telling him about it, and how he wouldn't get another since he "broke it".
That's been weighing on my conscience for a long while, well over a decade now. I took away a younger kid's ability to play his PSP. But hey, "mine" worked perfectly again!
Anyways, I felt like this was the perfect place to get this off my chest. Has anyone done something similar? How much of an asshole was I for doing this? Lol, feel free to ridicule me.
EDIT: How did I forget this? After a few years of using that PSP, I somehow lost it or it was stolen at school. I don't remember what happened, but one day it was just gone. That's karma for you.
Thanks to this site I had a 1001 PSP with all the emulators. It was amazing. I don't remember what happened exactly (it was so long ago!), but somehow I managed to brick it. After trying everything, I was desperate.
I knew my best friend's little brother had the exact same model as mine.. (You can probably see where this is going). So the next time I went over to his house, I brought my brick. After waiting for just the right moment, I stealthily swapped the two. I felt like Solid Snake. So badass.
I was still at their house when his little brother realized "his" PSP wouldn't turn on. It felt so bad but how could I tell him I pulled a switch-er-roo? Then I was STILL there after he charged it for a while, and discovered it wouldn't turn on ever again. I remember him going to his dad and telling him about it, and how he wouldn't get another since he "broke it".
That's been weighing on my conscience for a long while, well over a decade now. I took away a younger kid's ability to play his PSP. But hey, "mine" worked perfectly again!
Anyways, I felt like this was the perfect place to get this off my chest. Has anyone done something similar? How much of an asshole was I for doing this? Lol, feel free to ridicule me.
EDIT: How did I forget this? After a few years of using that PSP, I somehow lost it or it was stolen at school. I don't remember what happened, but one day it was just gone. That's karma for you.