To survive E3, you’re going to need a few essentials. One: Shock therapy to wean you off of checking your 3DS every ten seconds to see who your new spotpass pals are. Two: More of that therapy to help you overcome the urge to smack the hipster off the faces of several horrible moustachioed attendees. Three: Really, really good walking shoes. Or bionic legs.
There’s only one more day of E3 to go. By then, I estimate that my legs will have exploded from the sheer amount of walking that I’ve done.