Now you’ve
done it.
Now, at crucial moments, the darkness of your inbox will be illuminated by flashing tate shmups and buzzing basement vending machines. It will never smell clean again.
But who cares?
Welcome to the Arcade Tokyo Mailer.
Your glasses spike the screenlight at your face like a kid burning ants. HUD branded on your cheekbones.
Border Break: play online – with school-skipping kids during the day or with family-shirking salarymen at night.
Look at this coinslot flange, puckering up to take your hyakuen in an industrial-age kiss.
Funabori is home to this perfect embodiment of the Sega World concept, flawlessly preserved from the 90s.
A few posts ago I mentioned Shinjuku Sportsland’s 32-cabinet Gundam setup. Well, here it is.
If you say the machines don’t need to be cleaned on the parts people don’t touch then that’s your thing, I guess. If you think it’s OK to laminate a “Watch it! Bagsnatchers!” Sign over the urinal instead of creating an establishment where it doesn’t happen, your call.
But…
Shibuya Sega: a down-and-out dive for the can’t-grow-ups.