Literally unbelievable gaming news – Final Fantasy XIII is no longer a PS3 exclusive. The game will come to Xbox 360, simultaneously, in America and Europe. Utter, utter, utter, utter DOOM for Playstation3.

Although whether it’s possibly to additionally doom something that’s already doomed we’re not so sure.

Sweet joy. Couldn’t give a toss about the game, but the tears of those who thought it would “save” PS3 will be glugged down by the pint tonight.

Yes, still allowed to put words on the internet. Often with accompanying images, too. The passwords have not been changed. We are surely honoured.

This thing about something we’ve all been sort of half looking forward to.

This thing which annoyed a few people who know about modern plastics and materials.

This thing about reading TXT MSGs on holiday.

This thing about The Mirror being shit.

This thing about the outdoor holding season, because you can’t not use pictures like this when they come along:

Slight hint of milky-white cleavage = automatic 10/10.

It’s old and has almost faded away into nothingness and obscurity. Perfect UKR update material.

“You probably get loads of these but thought I would send it in anyway. It was spotted in a pissy little alleyway next to Exeter St David’s train station. Disgusting choice of colour – Mat.”

Andy found the following video. He says it’s of Sonic having his nuts burned. He also says he found it while looking for porn.

Would you like to see a photo of a photo of some SEGA ladies standing on top of a SEGA change machine? You’d better say yes, as the only alternative for today is a photo of some garden chairs that look like a Dreamcast logo.

“I thought you might like this picture of a SEGA change machine I saw a few years ago in a Tokyo arcade filled with old men. Most games cost 100 Yen to play, which was about 70p at the time. I thought that all games would be 5p a credit and the place crowded with girls in school uniforms – two dreams shattered in one go. Just out of the shot was a pile of Sonic tissues, which I nicked and gave to a mate of mine when I got back. I’ve avoided the mutual awkwardness of asking for them back to take a picture, so you’ll just have to take my word for it. Cheerio, Flp.”

Some crazed youths have made their own versions of a few Sonic tunes. They sent it in. We feel obliged to recognise their work. You can download it here if you want. It’s 4.24MB of slightly out-of-key yet rather relaxing Sonic music.

“Here’s some music that I know you guys will appreciate. Arranged and performed by myself (Ciaran McCrisken) with percussion by my good friend Kevin Carlisle. I’ve included some ‘making of’ photos (i.e. screen dumps of Pro Tools).”

“Please forgive the stoned out, sloppy version of the Bonus Stage music. I should’ve double checked the tempo of it before playing but it was a last minute decision to include it. Anyway, enjoy! – Ciaran.”

If it looks like Christopher Biggins, and it acts like Christopher Biggins, then it probably IS Christopher Biggins.

This demographic-widening business must be stopped.

They’ve only gone and done it. The boffins at Sony have managed to come up with the ultimate upgrade to the PS3. A firmware update that significantly improves the enjoyment PS3 owners can obtain from their 400 quid investment. Message boards are filling up with PS3 owners who are overjoyed at the surprising new functionality of their machines.

Here are some photos of people having fun. They are taking gaming to hitherto unknown dimensions.

It’s the Vuzix headmounted TV and/or monitor.

It brings Facebook to life like never before.

“Ooh! They were eating an ice cream, then suddenly it turned into poo!”

The worst kind of person in the world. Who puts socks on their arms? Anyone who puts socks on their arms is a fucking cockpiece. Arm socks. Anyone with arm socks on can fuck right off. You don’t look like an edgy goth, you look like a retard who has accidentally put socks on your arms instead of on your feet because you’re too much of a fuckwit to understand how clothes work. If ever there was a case for mass genocide, it’s mass genocide of people who put fucking socks on their fucking arms.

You obviously have to be massively over-confident to wear a TV over your eyes. The thought of not being able to see what’s going on fills us with terror. Can’t relax without having every door in clear sight.

Fun.

FUN.

The non-gaming selection of Vuzix photos is over at Idiot Toys. This is an experimental dual-site update.

The inventor even won an award for it :(

Another seven days on the treadmill of news. Here’s how we helped in a very small way to lower the amount of useful and factually correct information on the internet.

This thing about what Mr Tan did in his shed. Presumably because he’d rather be in his shed all evening than in the family home.

This thing about some entirely unnecessary annual update.

This thing in which Bill Gates reveals how often – and when! – he reboots his PC.

This thing about the difference between an “avalanche” and an “OVERLOAD” because it beats having to feign interest in the game.

This thing which was an excuse to use a photo of a lady. She gets less attractive the longer you look at her, so only give it a few seconds.

This thing about Maria Sharapova launching mobile phone accessories, because we like lady tennis players and you can’t not use pictures like this when they come along:

We’re giving this an 8/10, thanks to the Maria Sharapova update making several readers send us their downtop/upskirt photo collections of hot tennis players.