C’mon Newcomer: Nobuo Uematsu’s “Bombing Mission”
Arcades in Jaboatão dos Guararapes, where I grew up, were weird and magical places in 1998—especially in the more impoverished neighborhoods. They were smoky, dirty places where grown-ups and kids would face each other as equals on fighting game cabinets. The only arcade close to where I lived didn’t have a name or even a sign, so people just called it Aldo’s Arcade, after the man who ran it. Aldo’s had a few PlayStations and dozens of game CDs. You could pay by the hour to play on his consoles.
