It was a dark and stormy night, the type so stormy that you can taste the electricity sparking in the air. There was only one source of light in the small room, a window intermittently flashing, a window into the past. Sounds thundered to the flashes, filling the room with warnings of dread and death. A ball of lighting struck me, struck me dead in my unguarded chest. "AAARRRRGgghhh!!!"
My younger brother had just introduced me to mame32 (and his HotRodSE) by kicking my arse at Street Fighter II, just like he did in the in the arcades, with his dang ken/ryu fireballs. I looked around the room and noticed the sun had set while we were playing, and flipped on the lights. The banishing of darkness brought my eyes back to the hotrod, the personification of the arcade controller I always wished I could have for my home gaming, the thing I always "knew" as a kid that would turn my sega genesis, ninteno, and PC into the awesome "ARCADE MACHINE at HOME". (echo "ohm, ohm ohm...")
"Lets try something else", the unvoiced 'please' obviously begging for my rescue from another beating. Other games from our childhood rolled across the screen. My brother must have been trying to get on my good side after kicking my behind, as the game were mostly from my favorite category: 2+ player Co-ops. Gauntlet, UN Squadron, Buster Brothers (Pang), Toobin, Ghouls'n Ghosts, and I was introduced to Magical Drop III.
It wasn't until later that night I noticed something was still missing from the arcades, even with the seemingly dream-come-true hotrod: Forgotten Worlds and Cabal played funny, Smash TV couldn't be played 2 player on the it, and Super Sprint or Spy Hunter on an 8-way joystick sucked. I needed a better controller than "just" the hotrod.
"What, you want to build your own or something?" my bro asked; I must have been thinking out loud.
"Sure, if there's nothing out there."
"Try starting at
BYOAC."
"Okay."