Perhaps the one universal law of nature is that everything dies. Eventually everything – plants, animals, energy, businesses and movements – must endure the ignominy of decay and dissolution. Knowing this we set out to find what might remain of an increasingly rare breed of animal: the pure Video Game Arcade.
Like any other hunters seeking rare prey we marshaled powerful equipment to serve our purposes and steeled ourselves for the journey. With smart phones and starred navigation maps in hand we set out to find and photograph our elusive quarry. As might be expected our party met with almost immediate danger and discomfort.
Our first venue billed itself as an inviting bay where treasure might be acquired. You might expect this sort of place to be guarded by dragons, or pirates, or at least a mad scientist with legions of robot servants. The dessicated, hollow eyed creature attending the entrance however proved much more daunting. It became clear rather quickly that she was a freelance ‘entertainment specialist’ offering services her dusty shell was well past being able to satisfactorily perform.As she interrogated each of the wizened old figures who shambled up to the entry, with their Social Security checks clutched tightly in hand, awareness dawned on us.
Not only was this no sort of Arcade in the sense that we had in mind, it wasn’t even something we were interested in cataloguing. Indeed it would have proved quite impossible to proceed further as my trusty companion (we will call him ‘Chinstrap’ for now) refused to leave our transport for fear of the whithered guardian perched outside.
Sensing the futility of a deeper examination, I led our party onward. The next stop was actually supposed to be guarded by pirates – and that seemed a preferable danger to the one we were leaving behind. Indeed it would prove to be a much more fruitful – albeit disheartening and melancholy experience…
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