Finished replacing the CMOS battery of my Release Day PS2.
I was prepared for the repair to go bad. Too many fragile ribbon cables. And it would be okay. I had you since you were new. You've been a good boy. It's okay to not wake up anymore.
And realistically, emulating the games I still care about is also more convenient, right?
... well... the fucker still lives. Now I wish I had at least bothered to clean the fan while the thing was open...
