When I was young arcade games were still a thing. In video game reviews the words 'arcade perfect' was like mana to the gods. It meant a guaranteed purchase.
Let's reminisce. Let's tell our arcade stories.
I lived in a small village but we had this one convenience store that had arcade machines. One to be precise. We had Golden Axe for a short period of time. That was awesome. Then we had Robocop, the side-scrolling arcade one. I was awesome at that. We also had Two Crude Dudes.
Then the convenience store person — her name was Sheena — totally went out of business. That was tragic.
But probably a good thing, for my health. I had one pound and 50 pence for my lunch. Instead of eating something good I used to buy a buttered roll, a pack of the cheapest crisps I could find, and then spend the rest of the money on the arcade machine, whatever it was. It's a miracle I have functioning organs.