I'm not a social person by any stretch of the imagination, but there really was something special about that particular era in the arcades. There's nothing like being a 10 year old kid, knocking someone who's at least a good 5 years older than you into the Dead Pool and having them ask "how'd you do that?". Of course, there was also the inflated head I had from thinking that knowing all the moves and fatalities somehow made me a good player-- only to get whooped endlessly by someone who really was a good player. But in the end, I just kept plunking in quarters until I lucked out as Sub-Zero and ripped out the bastard's spine, at which point he'd had enough of me.
Yeah, anyway, those were good times.