Milling about mainstrip Ikebukuro. A monumental Sega in the kind of playground district that gets remade in computer games. Level designers, empowered to build anything at all for free, see no reason to change it.
There’s something special about a young man and a young woman leaning together over a Kantai Collection machine.
What if they say no? Drop the coin and press start. That terror-thrill of want in desperate young hearts.
What’s a nice aircraft carrier like you doing in a place like this?
With these face-suckers you exit the world and have human interaction HarrisonBergerised by the asinine safespace of a videogame.
Horse racing’s a quintessentially Japanese pastime, as Japanese as baseball, golf and apple pie.
Extract from ‘The Two-Bit Player’ by Raymond Chandler (Part 4)
Sometimes you’re not supposed to understand.
Who says Japanese arcade gaming is all about teenage boys?
Which queue do you join?
