Tonight, hundreds of thousands of uber-geeks will swarm upon various computer game stores across the country like gnats to a bug zapper. They will impatiently line up outside, sipping their unnaturally colored sugary, overly-caffienated drink of choice. Their eager little faces dimly illuminated by the store's glowing "open" sign. Possibly wearing t-shirts that say "I love Master Cheif," they wait for the magic midnight hour wherein they will storm into the store, plonk down their sixty hard-earned or borrowed greenbacks and purchase the latest nugget of entertainment from Mr. Gates' mighty empire.
And then the uber-geeks will quickly rush home, consume more caffiene, place their $60 purchase into their $400 machines, and not be seen or heard from for the next several days.