In college, I lived with two other guys on Main Street. Main Street in our town, like most proper college towns, has several great bars scattered over its length. Before I turned 21, these bars were nothing more than late night noise; except for one of my best friends.

Mike was always a year older than me. Mike would go out. Mike would come to our place on Main Street after his drinking was done, rather than walk a few miles to get back to his apartment. Mike had his own couch.

Why do I bring this up? Because, one night Mike came home after the apartment had turned in for some sleep. It was a Thursday, and the three of us had early morning classes on Friday. So, Mike banged on the door, we let him in and he plopped down on his couch. We had a projector installed in our apartment, so that meant Mike liked to treat himself to some massive gaming whenever he came over. Who can blame him? The screen was more than 10 feet wide.

That Thursday night, Mike never went to sleep. When we woke up, Mike was in the middle of one of the later levels in Ratchet & Clank: Going Commando. He started the game from the beginning, and he didn't want to overwrite our save files, so he tried to marathon it in one sitting. That was nice of him, wasn't it?

Mike will always be ready for Ratchet & Clank. Are you ready for the Ratchet & Clank Collection?