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Any horror stories from not properly ventilating a MAME cabinet
SavannahLion:
Yep, looks like a total waste for you. :cheers:
The picture you're painting is getting better but still incomplete. :)
Donkbaca:
Your own article about Muntz talks about how his philosophy backfired, consumers turned against him and he went bankrupt. It concludes with saying that the example isn't even applicable today because the costs associated are so small they aren't worth fighting over. Which is pretty much what I have been saying.
I don't see how you can point to that article and say, "this is why we need to add a fan to a MAME cab." Or am i missing something?
yotsuya:
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--- Quote from: Donkbaca on June 30, 2011, 10:55:26 pm ---Benkenobi. Can you please explain how not including a 3 dollar intake fan blows the profitability on my 1500 gaming rig? Damn bean counters!
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I'm not Ben but I'll answer this anyways. It's pure economics of scale. Read up on Muntzing and educate yourself. :cheers:
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Thanks for the Muntz link. Made for some fun reading!
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Yeah, I know, but I'm a sucker for biographies... :laugh:
Woodshop Flunky:
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--- Quote from: Donkbaca on June 28, 2011, 06:26:38 pm ---So I guess the answer is no, there are no horror stories.
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I once dug up an old arcade cabinet that I found buried in my backyard. I spent the better part of a week fixing it up, getting that old beauty whirring again. Finally the moment was at hand, I plugged it in. Rather than the standard BIOS screen to celebrate my success, I was greeted by a...um...cursed circle thingy...
Cursed Circle Thingy...
Chills went through down my spine. Soon after the video completed, I received a phone call. The crackly voice at the other end of the line just said "two days..." and hung up. I spent the next 48 hours digging through old microfiche newspapers at the library, trying to find something that would help, anything to explain this madness. 47.5 hours into my search I found the article...."Cursed arcade machine buried in ancient Indian burial ground!" I immediately called the police and frantically tried to explain what was happening...to no avail. They did not believe me. I sped home, at high speeds, narrowly avoiding car accident after accident. I ran into my house, just as the phone rang. I answered the phone, slowly putting the receiver to my ear. To my horror, I heard screeching, wild noises, of animals being tortured and nails being dragged slowly down chalk boards. I immediately hung up. The phone rang again! I picked up and screamed "Why are you torturing me! I just want to play space invaders!...maybe a little NBA JAM, if there's time!" A voice yelled through the line "Mark! Mark! This is the police! We traced the call, and it came from....INSIDE YOUR ARCADE MACHINE!" I immediate opened up the access panel behind the cabinet. Inside, on top of the computer, was only a note... It read....
Sup Mark, I'm the creepy evil spirit thing, that's hell bent on creeping you out 'n' stuff. You like totally saved the day, I just realized that you installed some exhaust fans in here. I feel soooo much better now, thank you for doing that. I wasn't really cursed, I was just like hot in here.
The End. Crisis averted. Exhaust fans worked for me. ;D
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I can't believe nobody commented on this post! :) I thought it was funny! :laugh2:
Donkbaca:
Agreed. Now if you all will excuse me, I have some business cards to print up.
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