Underneath the main entrance to Nintendoland theme park, there’s an elevator with a capital ‘W’ on it that rises back up to ground level directly in front of an arcade cabinet.
I don’t know which game is in the cabinet, but there are always extra quarters strewn about.
Moonlight illuminates the dining room.
A dark figure hunches over the table, wielding a butter knife, inquisitively shaking a black rotary telephone.
As the figure lifts the phone higher, all 100 Travel Scrabble tiles fall out of the phone one by one, exiting through the rotary wheel.
Each tile makes a distinctive plastic rattling sound as it jostles within the hard plastics phone, and clatters onto the table and floor. Accompanying this is the occasional soft dinging sound when a tile hits the internal bell of the phone.
“Are you OK?” a voice calls from the bedroom.
The protagonist’s prosthetic leg needs to lack collision in order for them to walk and kick without it binding up during the animations.
Leaving an Air B&B, I collect a photo collage of me vomiting water in different poses.
Over and over I repeat this message:
- from IKAI US Army General RET
- 31 arcade games drop tomorrow
Cleaning up after the party.
Spilled juice.
Neighbor in a motorized wheelchair spits rooster tails across a dirt hill.