The most annoying video player of all time
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It’s 1995. The arcade is a cathedral of noise and neon. I’ve thrown my hands up in the air, again, in disbelief; the unfairness of the Area 51 sneak attacks has me all riled up. I clutch a single quarter, heart pounding, eyes locked on the “Continue?” screen. Ten seconds. Nine. Eight. The world shrinks to a single question: Can I keep playing? Should I? What time is mom supposed to be here?
It’s 1995. The arcade is a cathedral of noise and neon. I’ve thrown my hands up in the air, again, in disbelief; the unfairness of the Area 51 sneak attacks has me all riled up. I clutch a single quarter, heart pounding, eyes locked on the “Continue?” screen. Ten seconds. Nine. Eight. The world shrinks to a single question: Can I keep playing? Should I? What time is mom supposed to be here?