I was this geeky kid that grew up in the arcades, and in that arcade was this community that i was constantly drawn to. Here in England the local punk Rockers with huge pink Mohicans that would smoke and drink and spit and snort as they hammered at the buttons looking for that high score to knock down the last player that came after that special place, that throne in what we call 'Platinum' Trophies today.

I watched in awe at the quick skill and flick of the wrist as these boys , not much older than i am, dodging missiles and Alien craft that would make kamakazee runs toward the player.

[i]Or on another machine, two brothers called Billy & Jimmy, using their martial arts skills to save a girlfriend from a local crime boss in 'Double Dragon'
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The unmistakable Cry of "Haduken" from Streetfighter 2 can be heard at the far corner of the arcade as East Meets west as a young Japanese Kid takes on his oponent with deadly results.

This was the world of the real multiplayer, circa 1987.

And if you got smart, or ran your mouth, be prepared to take a beating.

It was all about respect here, and to see who was the best.

I came from a time (Orignally)in which games didnt really have pretty graphics and Loading a game onto your computer
took forever. (Cassette / Tape)Put it this way, you could take a shower, eat your lunch and THEN your game was ready to play. You just had to make sure that it was the game you really wanted to play.

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