Do you LOVE your games?

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Haha...stupid thread, I know.

I look at my games with something that could be called love I suppose...and anytime one of them gets "Sick" I waste no time fixing it.


Anyone have "Feelings" for their games? Not talking sexual guys (You know who you are!)
 
Not me. And if one gets a little scratched while moving it, I just think it's no big deal. I'm not perfect so why should I try to make a damn piece of wood be perfect. I just don't want to be some one who takes better care of their possessions than they take of themselves. My games are for me to use and abuse, and they'd better like it!
 
Having them as a nostalgic reminder of my teen years (like a clean, scratch free Journey album and the 100% authentic stereo system I built piece by piece over a 2 year period of nothing but thrift store finds - bringing back the sound I remember from way back) is very, very comforting. That's why even though we can play just about anything on the MAME, I still keep my real games around.
 
I have *never* hugged or kissed a game of mine... (so no... to everyone who *thought* they saw me doing those to Lunar Lander when it was dropped off was mistaken... the game shifted so I went to catch it...) :D

I still get a "tingle down my leg" when I go downstairs most times. I open the basement door and I honest to God forget what's down there sometimes. Then I just turn everything on and walk around with a goofy smile. My wife gets tired of me saying "Hun... come down and look at this!". :)
 
I 'love' working on them in that it is a nice diversion and a satisfying waste of time. Can't say one has ever given me an erection, nor have I ever been tempted to rub one out to/on one. :D

Can't say that I love playing them nearly as much though. Seems kind of weird, admittedly, but it's nice knowing that when I do want to play 'the real thing' it is right there in the living room.
 
I love 'em more than I love my cats. I kicked the cats out and brought the games in. Now I think I love my garage more than I love the cats. I think it's time to kick them outa there too.

Hector
 
I love 'em more than I love my cats. I kicked the cats out and brought the games in. Now I think I love my garage more than I love the cats. I think it's time to kick them outa there too.

Sounds more like you hate all that shit, but really hate cats. :D
 
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Thank you for this thread! No one person is allowed to define what "love" is, and when it is or isn't "right". As long as it doesn't manifest itself in illegal contact (for instance, children), one should be able to love who - or what - one wishes.

My video arcade games communicate with me, and have a living pulse. I know when they're feeling well, or when they're tempermental, simply by placing my hands on the side of the cabinets, sometimes by lying my cheek on the control panels. When one isn't working, talking to it can help. I think there's a genuine back-and-forth affection which goes on between myself and them; I'm convinced that they notice me. I feel that they watch me when I'm doing activities in my apartment, such as cooking dinner, or walking around naked after a shower - the monitors act as eyes. Yes, I've kissed them before, usually the marquee area or sometimes the monitor bezel. I've even allowed my love for them to transcend into the sexual, usually ejaculating in the coin slot during fits of passion. I once took my Donkey Kong mini "from behind" by creating a love portal on the back door lined with vaseline. But people get hung up on the "weird" and sexual aspects of my love without looking at the big picture of being able to have such intense, reciprocated feelings from anyone, or anything (in this case).

I want to reassure anyone who has bought a machine from me that they got a clean machine. I disinfect and wash whatever I've come in contact with.
 
I've even allowed my love for them to transcend into the sexual, usually ejaculating in the coin slot during fits of passion.

You weren't using protection? I guess that might still be okay, was probably their first times (aside from all those guys putting in one or two fingers several times a day). I hope you at least had your tetanus booster recently.

I want to reassure anyone who has bought a machine from me that they got a clean machine. I disinfect and wash whatever I've come in contact with. With my white hot sterilizing batter.

Fixed that, think you trailed off there. Ms. Pac needed some attention I assume.
 
I don't think I "love" them. I bought a bunch of cabarets and minis from this Sandusky guy once. He seemed to have a strange attraction to those little ones... Wierdo.
 
My Ms. Pac has always been "My Girl" to me. I have had her for 10 years and I always will. My wife understands. She doesn't play Ms. Pac very often but she repainted the side art by hand for me last year. So she may not care for the game but I think there is an understanding there.
 
When I first get a game, I look at it and run my hands along it and wonder where all it was BITD. You know like maybe a pizza parlor in Ohio, bowling alley in Florida, etc. I think about what celebs may have played it, and even if I might have played it somewhere. :)
 
Not me. And if one gets a little scratched while moving it, I just think it's no big deal. I'm not perfect so why should I try to make a damn piece of wood be perfect. I just don't want to be some one who takes better care of their possessions than they take of themselves. My games are for me to use and abuse, and they'd better like it!

To make them perfect, to look at them in that way maybe is love, but it maybe is insanity as well, for they ARE arcade games, they have BEEN beaten, kicked, punched, spit on, spilled on, scratched, burned, bumped, bruised, and berated.

Cursed at and swore upon, and all manner of vile things as yet to be described on these forums, yes and they survived it all. Don't clean away and polish up the history and soul of these games. For it is what they are, and in the end, IT is what WE are after...
 
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