Unusual Arcade Experiences

What the heck am I doing in this conversation?

Oh, the player swapping.....bastards.

That is indeed an unusual/romantic story Myke. I'd be surprised if anyone could top it.

 

i've always hated that player swapping.they do that all the time around here...but still.... it's not hard when you learn thier styles.

 

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Sorry, just a little chuckle at your expense /versus/images/icons/blush.gif . I figured it'd get a laugh out of myke because we chattered long and hard about the merits of player swapping (I was for myke was against)

cheers!

PS: you have the option of
A. one free joke at my expense which I must sheepishly accept.
or
B. one free punch on the shoulder (your choice of shoulders) if we meet.

 

Ha! Be warned I just might catch a plane. Well at least my thread triggered some good debate....No sweat Creed.

 

I hope after the encounter you checked your wallet and credit cards were in order.

 

i was once propositioned by a pair of prostitutes during the vf2 era at downtown arcade in boston. does that count?

 

i beat this guy n he switched off the machine.
Can this be considered as unusual?

or just stupid?

 

btw how were they?

 

yes. both at the same time.

and, creed, they were both kinda ick. which is (among the reasons) why i said no.

so does it count yet??

 

Sure. My weird arcade experience is.. uhm... I was once playing this guy in puzzle fighter and he cleared his screen just as I sent a killing combo with ken... so he ended up with like 20 rows of perfectly horizontal garbage gem colored bands.

holy excitement!

 

Great story Myke.

I once played a Chris Mullin lookalike at Street Fighter II in the 7-Eleven near my house. That's about it.

 

I live right off the LSU campus and about a year ago, during a home football game I went out and about to check out all the people tailgating/acting foolish etc. Eventually this venture out landed me at the arcade (again) playing galaga (again) and Miss PacMan (again). Anyway, right around when I got to the stages where the ghost don't change colors anymore after you eat the big dots this girl walks up and starts chatting. I did my best "I'm so good I can talk to you and bust this game up at the same time" impression. I'm terrible at impressions. Anyway, so I get ate up right quick and turn my head to actually look at this girl and DAMN.

Me and this girl might be in the same league somewhere if I'm not, y'know, in need of a shower and perhaps some speech therapy and a few hundred thousand dollars more in annual income. But I keep it cool, trying my best "I'm not struck speechless from awe for your divine beauty" impression while discussing the finer points of sucking at a very old videogame.
"Come with me to my apartment." She says.
And right about now I don't know whether to thank the good lord I don't believe in for this inexplicable good fortune or curse myself for being such easy prey but I follow anyway and in following continually asses and reasses her attributes, ranking them higher and higher with each step and word and giggle.
She tells me she knows she can come off as a snob and she supposes she is on occasion but she tries really hard not to be. Unsolicited she tells me her favorite color is blue and she used to do ballet and her mother always told her she should find a man quick before she got old enough for the fellows to realize how ugly she was. My fantasy extends beyond the afternoon and into the night and the next morning and kids and vacations in Switzerland and can I thank Miss PacMan for the sudden fortuitous turn my life has taken?

So we get to her place, walk up the stairs and she opens the door. The first thing I see is BED. I almost fall onto it walking in. It's a presentation piece, complete with four towering mahogany posts and linens and bedding in three shades of blue. I get the idea (again) that she has done all of this before.

"Wanna get high?" she asks me. I don't know if I wanted to or not. Probably so. It didn't matter. This was her thing and she was making the rules and setting the agenda and I was simply content to follow. It had gotten me this far.
"Sure" I say, so we go to her little enclosed porch and share some chiba and my head clouds and as I start to get paranoid that maybe I'll (we'll?) need to hit the shower before my body hits them baby blue sheets she explains,
"I have a really easy time meeting boys and I'm really, really attracted to them but when it comes time to be intimate or move things to the next level and get serious, I shut down."
"Yeah, that's happened to me before...I know what you mean." I say.
"Probably has something to do with my mom." She says.
"Probably so." I say.
"So, what are you doing for the rest of the day?" She asks.
"I don't know...checking out tailgaters...all the craziness...You?" I ask, last chancing it.
"Oh I have lots to do. I'll see you out."

And that was it. No number exchange or hug or kiss or passionate lovemaking on a blue sea of ambrosia or any such nonsense. Life is fun. Weird sometimes, but fun.

 

Not really an unusual experience, but my arcade has a kind of different setting. The main arcadein Reno is at the Circus Circus casino. There is this ring of midway games (knock over milk bottle with a baseball, blow up ballons with a water pistol, etc.) that include the arcade area. In the middle of that is a stage. Every 20 minutes some kind of show happens on the stage. Trained dogs, acrobats, clowns, flying trapeze. One end of the trapeze is almost directly above the arcade machines. Sometimes they clap their hands together and the talcom powder kinda snows down on the machines. After each show they take the net back down and this one rope usually gets in the way of the DDR machine.

 

oh, my other weird story. I met kubiak (Parker Lewis and the burly, curly guy from the front desk in ER) at an arcade in Westwood.
yaaay!

PS to sanjuro: wtf were you thinking about "any plans for the rest of the day"? You said 'yes'?! You fool!

 

PS to sanjuro: wtf were you thinking about "any plans for the rest of the day"? You said 'yes'?! You fool!

What? Forget all that man he should have just made a move. Here's a rather odd story with a blunt ending:

Back in the VF2 days I used to frequent Chinatown arcade each day after school to play. One day as I headed towards their VF2 setup (large projection monitor, and seats) I saw two wannabe gangsters playing a game. After watching them horribly beat the crap out of each other for several sets, I set my quarter up on the machine for the next game. As I did this the two gave me a "this is our turf" look and then proceeded to stretch out the remaining rounds they had against each other. (This whole process was making me very impatient so by round five I'm sitting there thinking "thank god this is almost over" when one of these assholes decides to get cute and put my quarter in his pocket!)

"Yes that would be my quarter. I'm next thank you"

With the look of someone who just shat himself...

"Yo dawg I don't know what you're talking about"

"Ok." I said with thoughts of Kage's + in mind, and stood aside. Next round begins: Scrubby Jacky ppp's Bullshit Lau....

"Are you serious? Who the hell taught you that?"

"...Shh..shut the fuck up dawg!!#"

*Bullshit Lau ppp's Srcubby Jacky

"You fucking suck. The both of you.."

"What?! What did you say?!"

Andrew points to his crotch

"I said you both suck big fat dick at this game. Now give it up."


Ok, at this point I bet some of you are doubting the credibility of this story. Let me take this time to reiterate that these were "wannabe" gangsters. Not real ones. I mean these guys looked about as tough as Vanilla Ice so no way in hell was I gonna let them make a fool out of me.

"Want us (Us! I love that!!) to beat you down?!"

"Man just give me my quarter and finish your game."

By this time I figured I got myself into a little mess when a robocop looking fellow shows up to quiet things down.

Cop: "What's going on?!...Do I have to take anyone in??"

Me: "I dunno officer ask these two."

Faces turning bright red

Scrub 1: "Yo b I'm out, fuck this shit"

Scrub 2: "Yeah whatever.."

Both leave. The cop just looks at me and shakes his head as he walks away.....

VF 2 machine to myself, yay!

The End

PS: I didn't get my quarter back. I thought about it for a sec, but then it realized it wasn't worth the trouble. I made my point.

Edit: Correction the rounds were set best of 3 at the time.

 

wtf were you thinking...
I don't know...it just felt like she was showing me the door more than anything else. Besides, I've made fool enough of myself in this life when it comes to females and it didn't feel like a good opportunity to reverse the trend.