One of the first arcade I laid my eyes on were when I was 9, watching Tron. Flynn's Arcade - a huge place, with the aforementioned neon everywhere, and a loft upstairs where Flynn slept. This was what I wanted out of life, and to tell you the truth, as a 31 year old man...I still kind of want that setup. The arcades were glorious in film. Everything from Tron to T2 to Robocop 2, every arcade they'd show, I'd scour the scene and make note of all the games, secretly celebrating when I saw a game I'd played and enjoyed myself.

His argument: "Well, if you hate the time you've spent with the game, there is NOTHING in the game that can redeem it at this point. You have wasted 20 hours on it, and 40 more hours of a game you apparently are not enjoying will only make it worse. Why do you keep going?"