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Xbox de Deadpool y trasero con un toque

Autor : Lily Actualizar : Feb 22,2025

¡Marvel y Microsoft se unen para un descarado sorteo de Deadpool Xbox Series X! Esta no es tu consola promedio; Es un diseño de edición limitada con el rojo y negro de Deadpool, completo con un soporte con forma de katanas. ¿Pero lo más destacado? El controlador.

Deadpool's Xbox and Controller Butt with a Twist

Un controlador con un ... diseño único

El controlador cuenta con los colores icónicos de Deadpool, pero con un giro juguetón: ¡tiene forma de parte posterior de Deadpool! Xbox promete un agarre sorprendentemente cómodo a pesar de su diseño no convencional.

¡Gana el set único en su tipo!

Este no es un artículo minorista. Solo un afortunado ganador reclamará esta Xbox y el controlador únicos establecidos a través de un sorteo global. Para ingresar, simplemente vuelva a publicar el anuncio de Xbox en X (anteriormente Twitter) y siga su cuenta oficial. El concurso se extiende del 17 de julio al 11 de agosto. Recuerde, solo se permite una entrada por persona y una cuenta. Consulte el sitio web oficial de Xbox para ver las reglas y regulaciones completas.

Deadpool's Xbox and Controller Butt with a Twist

Alternativo Deadpool coleccionable

Si ganar el sorteo se siente como un tiro largo, ¡no se preocupe! A partir del 22 de julio, la compra de un núcleo de Xbox Elite Wireless Controller Series 2: el núcleo de la tienda de Microsoft le impulsa un titular exclusivo del controlador de cable de Cable Guys. Pero date prisa, esta oferta se limita a los primeros 1,000 compradores.

Deadpool's Xbox and Controller Butt with a Twist

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