Like a bad Sunday afternoon rerun of a Poroit, this mystery starts off with the usual suspects: kids, a confined PS3, an exposed XBOX 360, and mucking around on a typical morning. This, of course, becomes a recipe for murder and as John Davidson finds out that the motive was simply one entertainment unit wasn't big enough for the both of them. As one child accidently turns on the PS3 while the Xbox is being actively played, unforeseen events unfold:

Needless to say, temperatures rise, fans kick in, then more fans kick in, then some new, untold level of nuclear reactor-grade cooling kicks in deep within the bowels of the PS3, and the first thing I know of this is when a little voice cries, "Dad, something's wrong with my game."

Conditions in the confined space had become so super-heated that the 360 red-ringed out, big time. So. Bottom line, my PS3 killed my 360.

Death by heating fan. Could be the first, probably won't be the last. Kim Phu

My PS3 just killed my 360 [John Davison's Page at 1Up]

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