There was a time, long, long ago, when pinball machines and videogames stood together – a veritable Brotherhood of Coin Crunchers. Oh, how they danced and player together in that magical land; the magical land of Arcadia. But fate had other designs.
The humans were comfortable in their little homes, and it was only a matter of time before the consoles took over. The pinballs and Model 3s fought long into the night – one could say they gave no quarter – but it was all for nought. Naomi, the Queen of Arcadia, was seduced by the Dark Side. She gave up the Brotherhood’s secrets, porting her library to the consoles. Arcadia had fallen, and the pinballs were given in servitude to the consoles. Their bodies were destroyed in the Forge; their souls extracted as gems to power their golems. These hulking abominations were but shadows of their former glory.
Thus concludes my dark tale, the tale of Arcadia. But I’d like to think there’s another ending:
On occasion, you might find a pinball machine tucked away in the corner of a pool hall, or maybe a bowling alley, or a wealthy politician’s basement, like old trees in a sacred grove. They’re the ones that got away.