We quickly ran West into the arcade, passing the confused Canadian before he could notice us. The arcade was swarming with punk-looking Canadian teenagers. There were several video games lining the walls, all of which looked to be first-person shooters dealing with either zombies or cyborgs. The air was thick with smoke, reflecting the colors thrown off by the brilliantly-flashing game screens. It almost looked like a rave, complete with poorly-picked techno music booming so loudly that you couldn't hear yourself scream. There seemed to be no pinball machines or crane games to be found, nor were there any change machines. It was a very seedy and obnoxious place.
There was a counter near the back where you could exchange tickets you won playing games for crappy prizes. Not surprisingly, they had already run out of Blackraptor plushies.
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