Here we go, to the past, when arcade games were always superior to home game consoles…
When you had to face the quarter swallowing monsters… Yes, games were still just a quarter.
Many times there was a line to wait for the Street fighter II and for Mortal Combat. To spend the time I came to check a game called Time Killers.
The character design and animation was second rate compared to the other games, but the gore aspect was that called attention: all characters could lose limbs and heads, and in one very satisfying moment I even got to win an “Armless victory!” Yes, the character Wülf had both arms looped but somehow the opponent that cut my arms was beaten with kicks to head that proved to be unstoppable for some reason.
But other guys or the machine always eventually beat me. Until one day, waiting again for a turn to use the favorite machines I selected the Viking character Leif.
Somehow, I found almost all his special moves and I was destroying all that opposed me, suddenly a scene formed that never had happened before to me. You know there is the great player that is getting to the end of an arcade game and suddenly many stop playing again on the machine they are using to take a look at the worlds or enemies that they also had never seen. People surround you and begin to cheer when they see you beating guys like Rancid, and then hold their breath when it appeared for the first time, and many had not see him before, but there he was.
The final time jump took the Viking to face death itself. I should have been cautious, be ready to defend myself…
Screw it, I began to disrespect the thing and twirled my axe and caused a world of pain to the boned one.
Axe Pole Vault! Head Splitter! Running head-butt combo!
It was perfect, never before or since a crowd was watching every move and gasping and cheering all around me when death began to eat dirt.
Flying Rotoslice! (Funny how a skull and bones guy still splatters blood all over!)
After killing death once, the final battle appeared and I managed to leave death groggy; it was just a matter of getting closer and applying the final blow, I moved in…
Then everyone quieted when suddenly the words appeared on the screen and the voice gravely announced:
HERE COMES ANOTHER CHALLENGER!
…
Slowly, like Stewie from Family Guy I looked down…
Like a clone of Chicken Little there he was…
He was breaking an untold rule of gaming: putting a quarter in to challenge a guy that does not want a challenge and is close to finish the game.
I turned around in disbelief; I said, “You know, I think I would be justified by all present that I should strangle the little snot’s neck!” I should have said that, instead I said something like “That was almost criminal and it robbed me of the conclusion of a game”, I was mostly pissed because I knew the logical conclusion to this turn of events:
Sure enough, even though the crowd and I was fuming I was not going to drop the challenge, and…
Of course the little runt beat me… :smack:
Of course his next machine challenger was not death, victorious challengers go to the beginning of the game… :smack:
Of course the machine defeated him next with the goofy looking alien. :smack:
I was so pissed! It was like God hated me, so I confronted him later…
I beat God (the power) in the Twilight Zone pinball machine later that day. Take it with the almighty I always say. 
Vent your past gaming anger…