The days of loitering at my local arcade/pizza parlor, spending my parent’s spare change on the likes of Galaga, Teenage Mutant Turtles, and Street Fighter, may be numbered. As a 30-year-old, arcades are a relic of a bygone era of simpler, shorter, and more difficult gaming, one where the purpose of inserting quarters into a machine was to get a top score in the arcade cabinet’s leader...[Read More]