The last time I'd touched a joystick was in the Namco arcade near the London Eye, about seven years ago. We'd seen the queue and been all, "fuck that", so an arcade seemed like the next best thing. After we did all the fun party games with dancing and kicking and that (which I love too), I spotted Marvel vs Capcom. Kav was up for a game. I won. I don't remember winning, I just know that I played a match against the CPU next, so I must have. I KO'd it with a Raging Demon, and Kav made an awed face. We went back to Bishop's Stortford and watched the first Match of the Day since the ITV era. We hoped Gary Lineker would do the "so rudely interrupted" line, and he did. We drank and made iTunes playlists.
Seven years later, I buy a joystick. In the time between, I became proficient at other finger-torturing games (Green Grass and High Tides on expert), played MAME for two weeks before my laptop exploded, beat Arcade mode on Alpha 3 with every character, and completed about 75% of the trials in SFEX+alpha with a PS2 pad. That shit hurt.
Oh yeah, I also graduated, which I cancelled into Change of Direction. I'm back now, though.
