<div class="IPBDescription">Someone took theirs apart. (w/ pics)</div>The PSP's innards sure are fancy.
<a href='http://www.informit.com/articles/article.asp?p=380915&rl=1' target='_blank'>See for yourself</a>.
Anyone know of any links to the DS's insides?
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Anyways, I found a <a href='http://www.lik-sang.com/news.php?artc=3530' target='_blank'>DS Disection</a> link too.
The innards of the PSP look at lot more complicated imo. The wiered shaped circuitboard is wacky indeed.
I had fallen sir, and I could not get up. But DOOManiac extended his hand and in it was the olive branch of peace. Surely this is Philadelphia, for I feel a certain brotherly love.
I had fallen sir, and I could not get up. But DOOManiac extended his hand and in it was the olive branch of peace. Surely this is Philadelphia, for I feel a certain brotherly love. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
Indeed good sire. The repostage commences, and I am no longer drowning in the lake of ignorance. Requiem sire, you have given me it.
I had fallen sir, and I could not get up. But DOOManiac extended his hand and in it was the olive branch of peace. Surely this is Philadelphia, for I feel a certain brotherly love. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Indeed good sire. The repostage commences, and I am no longer drowning in the lake of ignorance. Requiem sire, you have given me it. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
One could say that all the sources of the Internet are at this man's hand. In one hand he wields the broadsword "Slashdot". Neigh he would need as many arms as the predecessors of the Titans, those faceless children of who were locked away in the deeper parts of the Earth. In those mighty hands he does juggle the vast information of the planet!
I had fallen sir, and I could not get up. But DOOManiac extended his hand and in it was the olive branch of peace. Surely this is Philadelphia, for I feel a certain brotherly love. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Indeed good sire. The repostage commences, and I am no longer drowning in the lake of ignorance. Requiem sire, you have given me it. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
One could say that all the sources of the Internet are at this man's hand. In one hand he wields the broadsword "Slashdot". Neigh he would need as many arms as the predecessors of the Titans, those faceless children of who were locked away in the deeper parts of the Earth. In those mighty hands he does juggle the vast information of the planet! <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
Alas Doomeh, were it not for him, surely we would all be lost. When he was gone, I did thusly feel a ringing, then a throbbing and then a dull ache. It was longing. Without his reposts, surely I wouldnt be but a drone, caught unaware of the world around me. Hear me friends, I bid thee. We must make unto him a sacrifice surely. To appease our good lord, and prevent his exodus.
I had fallen sir, and I could not get up. But DOOManiac extended his hand and in it was the olive branch of peace. Surely this is Philadelphia, for I feel a certain brotherly love. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Indeed good sire. The repostage commences, and I am no longer drowning in the lake of ignorance. Requiem sire, you have given me it. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
One could say that all the sources of the Internet are at this man's hand. In one hand he wields the broadsword "Slashdot". Neigh he would need as many arms as the predecessors of the Titans, those faceless children of who were locked away in the deeper parts of the Earth. In those mighty hands he does juggle the vast information of the planet! <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Alas Doomeh, were it not for him, surely we would all be lost. When he was gone, I did thusly feel a ringing, then a throbbing and then a dull ache. It was longing. Without his reposts, surely I wouldnt be but a drone, caught unaware of the world around me. Hear me friends, I bid thee. We must make unto him a sacrifice surely. To appease our good lord, and prevent his exodus. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
Oh, woe is my own pathetic self, who requires the re-enenumeration of all to foster comprehension. Blessed is the DOOM, who comes riding on a horse named Slashdot, an avenging angel, who for me, repeats all that knowledge which is so easily forgotten.
I had fallen sir, and I could not get up. But DOOManiac extended his hand and in it was the olive branch of peace. Surely this is Philadelphia, for I feel a certain brotherly love. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Indeed good sire. The repostage commences, and I am no longer drowning in the lake of ignorance. Requiem sire, you have given me it. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
One could say that all the sources of the Internet are at this man's hand. In one hand he wields the broadsword "Slashdot". Neigh he would need as many arms as the predecessors of the Titans, those faceless children of who were locked away in the deeper parts of the Earth. In those mighty hands he does juggle the vast information of the planet! <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Alas Doomeh, were it not for him, surely we would all be lost. When he was gone, I did thusly feel a ringing, then a throbbing and then a dull ache. It was longing. Without his reposts, surely I wouldnt be but a drone, caught unaware of the world around me. Hear me friends, I bid thee. We must make unto him a sacrifice surely. To appease our good lord, and prevent his exodus. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Oh, woe is my own pathetic self, who requires the re-enenumeration of all to foster comprehension. Blessed is the DOOM, who comes riding on a horse named Slashdot, an avenging angel, who for me, repeats all that knowledge which is so easily forgotten. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
Who is like unto the beast, that he may know what the reposter of a thousand arms wouldst desire. I ask ye this. For let us not give unto him that which would cause him anger. Scatter us he would then, as nought but leaves unto the midsummer's wind. Reprieve o' Doomeh, I beseech thee. Do not leave us again! Bless us with more of your divine banquet. Let me drink again from that sacred font, into which thou thrust thine benevolent cup.
Pretty nifty how there's so much in that thing... now for the DS Disection.
Still an interesting read, though. (: