We marched on through the beeps and boops of the 8-bit, 32-bit, whatever-bit orchestra of sound, utilizing instruments of many kinds - the clacker of furiously-mashed rainbow buttons, the rhythmic bang of a gun massacring zombies left and right, the jingle of basketball hoops with every perfect toss - and the many talented musicians, playing without end, mashing those buttons, pulling those triggers, and throwing those hoops… just so many selections to choose from, and yet the question still stand unanswered - which one?
"How about one of those fighting games?" Sammy suggested, eyeing a group of teenagers huddled over a pair of arcade machines blaring out grunts and war cries at the rate of three roars per second. "That's a sight I'd like to see."
"Street Fighter?" The reigning champion clapped her hands in excitement. "I'm not that bad myself, we can play that!"
