yeah, i remember back in the day of SF2 at the 7-11 and there was a ton of quarters lined up. Guys used to get in fist fights over using the glitch and freezing the game.
Indian guy that owned the store eventually got tired of dealing with everyone and got rid of the machine.
I joke… the craziest guy I ever played was this dude who always wore sweatpants, stood hella far back from the machine and mashed on the controls randomly. He would get hella pissed if you put a quarter in while he was “trying to play the game” aka beat the computer.
Man, 3 years ago at James Games, a big dude played me at 3rd and he picked ken and I had my Hugo. The moment i started parrying his crap he started sayin stuff like “You think your some hot shit don’t cha?” and “C’mon man is that all you got?” I just looked at him but I didn’t say anything. Anyway, he was losing and he was getting pissed. At the last round he yelled out “CAN I DO MY MotherF^in SPECIAL!!!” with 360s and button mashing galore. Everybody just stopped playing and looked at him. Then he stormed off and kicked the trashcan outside.
ROFL. Wish I had some good stories like this. The only arcade I really spent any real competitive time at was a Bowl America where I mainly played Tekken Tag. I was super scrubtacular but also happened to be better than the majority of people I fought against. I ran through people a lot but everyone seemed to take their losses pretty well. The worst I probably got was a guy who left before he knew the match was over and I told him he had another round. He just said “nah that’s ok” and walked away calmly. :lol: Every once in a while I got to play against someone decent but it was rare.
At a local arcade I was on a small win streak of 5 games or so, when this Chun-Li player comes up to the machine. Tall, somewhat stout white guy, most definitely older than me.
Anyways, I play Q and he obviously picks Chun-Li. We start playing and it’s obvious the guy has somehwhat of an idea of what he’s doing, but doesn’t quite know what to do against Q. So I beat him the first round. Second round I get sloppy but I beat him again, though it was close. The guy literally slams his hands down on the cabinet, looks down to the buttons, pauses for two seconds, then puts another two quarters in.
I beat him one more time. Again he slams his hands down, and then puts in two more quarters. You could tell this guy was a time bomb waiting to go off. So by this third game he’s playing like pure shit, mad as hell, and I pretty much clean house. Once I finally beat him for third game the guy slams his hands down a third time down on the buttons, then winds back and punches the god damn right speaker for the cabinet. The cabinet literally rocks back a tiny bit, and there’s this huge indent from the guy’s fist. He storms off, nearly breaks the door on the way out, and that was it.
I went back recently and found that the indent was still there, haha.
I beat my friend once playing a game of Tekken 5, and he got up walked over to the wall, and bashed his head on it really hard. He calmly walked back, sat down and demanded another match.
You don’t refuse crazy people when they demand a rematch, and certainly not when they are bigger than you.
Playing a guy in Dance Dance Revolution for about an hour.He was kind of heavy-set and the inevitable happend.
He started getting stomach cramps and just ran straight out of the aracde.But the way he started feighning.I swear to god I thought he was having a heart attack.
Best story I got is playing this Dudley/Akuma player in a random arcade in Saitama prefecture, Tokyo, Japan. This guy kept giving me the dirtiest damn looks. And he was damn pissed off losing some rounds to a foreigner like me. I could hear him slamming the fuck out of the dash when he lost. I had to try hard not to laugh. Maybe his stick blew though, they weren’t really kept all that well. Saitama is kind of a dump after all.
New Story: Im playing this guy who basically use to own me when i was a scrub. I win two times and he wins once and i notice hes slamming the buttons really hard. I tell him " Ur going to break the buttons like that" to which he replys " U know what? Fuk U Fuk U Fuk U" so i say " how is that gonna stop u from breaking the buttons?" then we play another match and i win. He Says “SHIT!” and starts talking with his homeboy about cappin’ niggas behind me…
i played this cute cuban girl in 3S strip-poker style at a local arcade in the bronx couple years back.
it was winter, i dont remember if it was either january of december, but it was snowing like hell out there back then. me and my boys were at the arcade drunk and shit.
among us, we had this one cuban girl that liked to chill with us. she was kinda short, but really cute. she had that baby face with a round ass to match.
i swear i should’ve brounght my cell phone or my sony camcorder if only i knew this would happen. my apologies.
so she was talking shit how she can beat me, and i was like whatever. i knew she never played 3S seriously, so she was just shitting around to be funny. nothing wrong with that though.
then i suggested that if(when) i win, she gotta take off her clothes. i never meant for that to be taken seriously, but she said ‘ok’.
the funnier thing is, that each ‘normal’ victory i get, she strips off a small article of clothing one by one. like, 1st her scarf, then her mittens, then sweater, ect.
at 1st, we all assumed she was only bullshitting us, and no way in hell she was seriously going to strip all the way down if she lost.
then i got her in a double perfect with ken and she was like “fuck it” and she took the rest of her clothes off down to a shirt and something that looked like a low-rise boyshort. it was real funny.
matter of fact, i still got her myspace page on me.
lol, this reminds of that prostitute playing guilty gear as a front just to milk this big black dude with mad change in his pocket.lol. i gotta post that somewhere.