The tragic death of arcades is still slow and ongoing. The only one near to me has since been rebranded twice, moved to a dinky corner of the mall, and is a shallow shadow of it's former glory. I wouldn't be surprised if it just completely vanishes within the next year or two.
But I have some amazing memories of going to arcades.
In the same arcade, I won my first claw game prize
I grew a love of the Time Crisis series
I became obsessed with racing cockpit games
Pinball machines still make me giddy
Probably the most nostalgic of my memories comes from this theme here:
The lined up machines were always towards the entrance of the arcade, and the sounds of this theme and revving engines would echo throughout the entire building. It was also one of my father's favorite games, as every time he took us, I could bet I'd always find him sitting in the seat.
It was also where I confronted my first "bully" in defense of my younger brother. My brother only had about $2 worth of tokens, and he spent his last one on some kind of Whack-a-mole type game. As he was playing, this larger kid comes up and starts slapping the alligators with his bare hands, almost pushing my brother out of the way.
My brother didn't cry or anything, but he looked quite disappointed, so I found the kid about two minutes later playing a racing game and doing quite well. So I took control of the steering wheel and careened him straight into a wall "Do you like it when I waste your tokens? Then don't do it to my brother."
What were your arcade memories? Do you look back on them fondly, or were they never an interest to you?
But I have some amazing memories of going to arcades.
In the same arcade, I won my first claw game prize
I grew a love of the Time Crisis series
I became obsessed with racing cockpit games
Pinball machines still make me giddy
Probably the most nostalgic of my memories comes from this theme here:
It was also where I confronted my first "bully" in defense of my younger brother. My brother only had about $2 worth of tokens, and he spent his last one on some kind of Whack-a-mole type game. As he was playing, this larger kid comes up and starts slapping the alligators with his bare hands, almost pushing my brother out of the way.
My brother didn't cry or anything, but he looked quite disappointed, so I found the kid about two minutes later playing a racing game and doing quite well. So I took control of the steering wheel and careened him straight into a wall "Do you like it when I waste your tokens? Then don't do it to my brother."
What were your arcade memories? Do you look back on them fondly, or were they never an interest to you?