Arcades closing are not really shocking news here in the states. Arcades have been dead here for a long time. And the few “arcades” that remain are nothing more than a place to store Dance Dance Revolution for the kids who weren’t cool enough to get invited to the rave.
Gone are the dark and musty caves of yesteryear. Where sweaty guys named Vinny exchanged your dollars for quarters while they always sported the latest in wife beaters fashion. The arcade machines were a generation if not generations ahead of whatever the current home console was. And having your three letter signature on the top scores actually meant something.
Now if we were talking about pachinko parlors, I would have a major problem. That’s how I pay the mortgage!