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Consolas de PS5 Reposk: modelos de disco de disco disponibles nuevamente

Autor : Jonathan Actualizar : Feb 22,2025

PS5 DISC DRIVE Volver en stock (pero tal vez no por mucho tiempo)

La unidad de disco PlayStation 5 está actualmente disponible en los minoristas seleccionados de EE. UU., Incluyendo Amazon y PlayStation Direct, a mediados de enero de 2025. Sin embargo, dadas las tendencias recientes, se espera que esta acción se agote rápidamente.

La escasez proviene del lanzamiento de la edición digital de PS5 en 2020 y, más recientemente, la PS5 Pro en noviembre de 2024. Ni el PS5 Pro ni los modelos delgados incluyen una unidad de disco incorporada, lo que obliga a los consumidores que desean compatibilidad con los medios físicos para comprar para comprar la unidad por separado. Esto ha llevado a una escasez persistente en el mercado estadounidense, e incluso en el Reino Unido desde finales de 2024.

Mientras que Amazon US y PlayStation Direct están vendiendo actualmente la unidad por su MSRP de $ 79.99, se informa una disponibilidad limitada en otros lugares. Un vendedor de Walmart de terceros ofrece la unidad, pero con un marcado del 50% ($ 122) y con solo unas pocas unidades restantes. Walmart, Gamestop y Best Buy permanecen agotados.

Dónde comprar (a partir del 15 de enero de 2025):

StorePrice
Amazon US.99
PlayStation Direct.99
Walmart (Reseller)2

PlayStation Límites de compra directa:

PlayStation Direct limita las compras a una unidad de disco por cliente, una práctica común para disuadir a los revestimientos.

Es probable que la escasez en curso esté vinculada a la falta de una opción de accionamiento de disco de PS5 Pro. Los jugadores que buscan la experiencia óptima de PS5 y la compatibilidad de los medios físicos está impulsando la demanda de la unidad de disco separada. La duración de esta escasez sigue siendo incierta.

$ 424 $ 500 Ahorre $ 76 $ 424 en Amazon $ 425 en Best Buy $ 425 en Newegg $ 500 en Target $ 500 en Sony

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