It’s 1992, I’m a teenager in the arcades with my mates and we’re pumping 20p after 20p into the Street Fighter II machine in a vain attempt to beat enough CPU opponents in order to face the final four. Then, from nowhere a cabinet shouts out ‘FINISH HIM!’ and all our heads turn. That’s my […]
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