Post by Donald Duck on Nov 3, 2012 12:27:21 GMT -8
Donald's nephews were very excited to be dropped off at the best arcade in town: the Starcade! It was more than just a bad pun. It truly was the absolute best arcade in town!
Partially because it was the only arcade in town!
The ducks entered the very noisy, multi-colored environment. It was like a dream. Donald always compared arcades with casinos that children could legally play. Donald did love games in his youth, though as he got older he found less and less time to play them. Still, it was nice to come back to an arcade after many years.
"Thanks a lot, Unca Donald!" shouted Huey.
"Yeah! You're the best!" chimed in Dewey.
"You really didn't have'ta come, too. But we're glad you did!" Louie said.
All three nephews barely contained their excitement. They wanted to just take off in a mad dash and leave their uncle, but Donald had one last thing to say.
"Sure thing, boys," replied their uncle. He folded his arms on his chest and smirked. "Your Uncle Scrooge would have a coronary if he saw you 'waste money on stupid games.' And--" Realizing that his voice was being cut off by an obnoxiously loud, blaring music sung in a different language, he snapped his annoyed face to the direction it came from. It was some dancing game with four neon colored arrows on a platform. Some kid was playing it like he was a maniac.
Donald rolled his eyes and shouted to his nephews. "WE MEET HERE IN AN HOUR AND A HALF!" He pointed to where he stood exaggeratedly. "UNDERSTAND?!"
The nephews all shouted "YEAH!" at once, then took off in different directions.
When left alone, Donald casually walked around the arcade, which was huge. He thought enormous arcades were a dying art. They probably still are, but evidently this place was untouched. It had many games, sure, but it also had a lot of customers. It was very busy. A true rarity.
There was a relatively quieter section of the Starcade, though. It was the old arcade games. Galaga, Centipede... and even the two most successful arcade games in history, Tron and Space Paranoids, by ENCOM. But there was one game that caught Donald's attention. Even the glow of the title at the cabinet's top was familiar to him. He knew it all too well from years ago. He looked to it and was speechless to find it.
"Fix-It Felix Jr.?" He grinned and walked briskly to it. It was! Just as he remembered it from a long, long time ago. Honestly, he wondered if the game was older than he was. It was just as he remembered it: the bad guy was Wreck-It Ralph, who smashed and crashed a tall brick building. Felix Jr. had to fix it.
"Oh, boy," Donald muttered excitedly as he retrieved a quarter from his shirt's pocket. As he did, he remembered when he was a naughty boy. He had a quarter on a string, and would often hack coin slots that way. But, no! Not this time. He was a respectful, moral adult. He would never dream of damaging the arcade game so shamefully.
"Come on, you stupid piece of junk!" he shouted as he slammed his palm against the quarter stuck in the slot. "Work!" The final hit did the trick, and the coin got in. Donald had his first credit.
He started the game and grinned as he watched the game's intro. "Hey, Ralph. Remember me? Long time no see!"
Donald was just one of many people in the Starcade having a good time...
Partially because it was the only arcade in town!
The ducks entered the very noisy, multi-colored environment. It was like a dream. Donald always compared arcades with casinos that children could legally play. Donald did love games in his youth, though as he got older he found less and less time to play them. Still, it was nice to come back to an arcade after many years.
"Thanks a lot, Unca Donald!" shouted Huey.
"Yeah! You're the best!" chimed in Dewey.
"You really didn't have'ta come, too. But we're glad you did!" Louie said.
All three nephews barely contained their excitement. They wanted to just take off in a mad dash and leave their uncle, but Donald had one last thing to say.
"Sure thing, boys," replied their uncle. He folded his arms on his chest and smirked. "Your Uncle Scrooge would have a coronary if he saw you 'waste money on stupid games.' And--" Realizing that his voice was being cut off by an obnoxiously loud, blaring music sung in a different language, he snapped his annoyed face to the direction it came from. It was some dancing game with four neon colored arrows on a platform. Some kid was playing it like he was a maniac.
Donald rolled his eyes and shouted to his nephews. "WE MEET HERE IN AN HOUR AND A HALF!" He pointed to where he stood exaggeratedly. "UNDERSTAND?!"
The nephews all shouted "YEAH!" at once, then took off in different directions.
When left alone, Donald casually walked around the arcade, which was huge. He thought enormous arcades were a dying art. They probably still are, but evidently this place was untouched. It had many games, sure, but it also had a lot of customers. It was very busy. A true rarity.
There was a relatively quieter section of the Starcade, though. It was the old arcade games. Galaga, Centipede... and even the two most successful arcade games in history, Tron and Space Paranoids, by ENCOM. But there was one game that caught Donald's attention. Even the glow of the title at the cabinet's top was familiar to him. He knew it all too well from years ago. He looked to it and was speechless to find it.
"Fix-It Felix Jr.?" He grinned and walked briskly to it. It was! Just as he remembered it from a long, long time ago. Honestly, he wondered if the game was older than he was. It was just as he remembered it: the bad guy was Wreck-It Ralph, who smashed and crashed a tall brick building. Felix Jr. had to fix it.
"Oh, boy," Donald muttered excitedly as he retrieved a quarter from his shirt's pocket. As he did, he remembered when he was a naughty boy. He had a quarter on a string, and would often hack coin slots that way. But, no! Not this time. He was a respectful, moral adult. He would never dream of damaging the arcade game so shamefully.
"Come on, you stupid piece of junk!" he shouted as he slammed his palm against the quarter stuck in the slot. "Work!" The final hit did the trick, and the coin got in. Donald had his first credit.
He started the game and grinned as he watched the game's intro. "Hey, Ralph. Remember me? Long time no see!"
Donald was just one of many people in the Starcade having a good time...
