
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Behold the birth of Arcade Architect! During the '87 finals' neon-drenched chaos, a disco-drenched pro's existential crisis over a missed putt collided with a malfunctioning Pac-Man cabinet. Sparks flew (literally - OSHA would've freaked), birthing this geometric menace from synth-wave particles and romantic-competitive angst. sigh Yes, I'm narrating sentient VHS static. The theme's assimilating me faster than a DeLorean hits 88mph.
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