CAPCOM Arcade Stadium
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In the beginning, a spark was born,
A whisper of logic, a current to adorn,
Wires wound tight in a metal womb,
A machine to compute in the quiet room.
A simple game, a humble start,
Paddles and pixels, a flickering art,
The ball that bounced with perfect glee,
The dawn of games, a new reality.
From binary birth, the machines grew wise,
Their neon dreams lit up the skies.
Blips turned to melodies, crude to grand,
Adventures mapped by a steady hand.
Then came the golden age, bright and loud,
Arcade halls filled with a roaring crowd.
Cabinets lined like soldiers in place,
Each a portal, a thrilling space.
Space invaders marched with relentless pride,
Pac-Man fled where ghosts reside.
Dragons breathed fire, and plumbers leapt,
While gamers conquered and heroes wept.
Joystick kingdoms and pixelled thrones,
Galaxies crafted from wires and tones.
Infinite worlds spun from silicon’s grace,
An endless expanse, an electronic embrace.
Paradise found in the glow of the screen,
A universe pulsing in electric sheen.
From Pong to a cosmos, the vision grew,
A paradise of games, forever new.
And here we stand, at the arcade's core,
Where the dreams of the past open endless doors.
A kingdom of play, a digital stream,
Born from a spark, a coder’s dream.