Game Not Over: Growing Up in the Golden Age of Arcades
From 10p Triumphs to Blanka Brawls and Broken Dreams Warning: This blog post may contain nostalgia, grief over fruit machine tokens, and at least one reference to Street Fighter. You’ve been warned. My Earliest Arcade Memories: 10p at a Time Before I had a mortgage, responsibilities, or any understanding of how gravity works - I had Pac-Man. And an older brother who gleefully fed my addiction to glowing cabinets full of pixelated doom. ...