So the city was a bit dead. Which means beer o'clock, to both pass the time and lift our spirits.

Returning to Centrepoint at around 11:0pm, the place was still closed, so we give up on that hole and make our way to our final resting place for the evening, EB Galeries. The city is a ghost-town; people are saying stores in suburbs like Chatswood, in Sydney's north, are busier, but that's an hour away. Meh.

Lo and behold, EB Galeries shows sings of life. Which is actually quite odd - every single console in the store has been pre-ordered, so really, people are only lining up to get their console nine hours before anyone else. The festivities that surround American and Japanese launches are nowhere to be found here; it's all tiny clicks of the devoted, a few DS games and little else.

0 days indeed, bitches. There's a certain sense of smug satisfaction to be had from seeing this.

Fan-Tastic. Little Dead Rising joke there. Thank you, thank you.

Once inside, the crowds milled about, bored out of their minds and sweating themselves to death because the mall forgot to turn the air conditioning on. Nice work. The stench of 80 or so Nintendo fans soon becomes overwhelming.

All pre-order transactions had to be done by midnight. Some smartass kid thought it would be funny to pay in change.

It wasn't.

At 12:00, the first man through the door is...ungh. He looks disturbingly like Tom York would look if he was more disturbing looking. He salutes the crowd as he leaves, but gets only a half-assed cheer in response - everyone is tired, shitty and just wants their Wii so they can go home. The stench continues to fester, blinding the young and frail.

Eventually we get out of there, jump on the last train home and are done. Boring-ass unpack shots to come after more beer and Wii Sports, STAY TUNED. Luke Plunkett

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