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Listen, I miss arcades. And no, I don't mean the neon-lit "family entertainment centers" of today where you spend $40 to win 20 tickets and trade them for a plastic whistle. I'm talking about the real arcades - the beating heart of video game culture in the 80s and 90s. The smoky, noisy, quarter-gobbling temples where legends were born and friendships forged.
This was the place you rolled into after school with a pocket full of change, ready to take on whatever pixelated glory awaited. Space Invaders, Golden Axe, After Burner's full 360-degree cockpit - if it had flashing lights and a line of kids waiting, I was there. We'd huddle around the Mortal Kombat machine, whispering the secret to pulling off Sub-Zero's fatality like it was forbidden knowledge. We'd practice our aim on Operation Wolf until our wrists hurt, and we'd high-five like champions after surviving another run on the 4-player X-Men arcade machine.
It was loud. It was chaotic. It was glorious. And these photos? They'll take you right back