I just want to post a little appreciation post for whom I think are the most important guys in the Arcade Hobby!
The Repairguys!
"My" repairguy first fixed a non working Bubble Bobble for me well over ten years ago, and over the years he must have fixed 50 boards for me or atleast pointed me in the right direction so I could fix it myself.
I know there is other guys out there like him that have the skill and spend their time keeping our games running. People reverse engineer and make custom chips, alter roms to bypass long gone encryption keys due to dead batteries and other stuff that goes over my head... I salute you all, no matter if you just fix your own boards or help others to fix theirs, you are the very core of this hobby atleast for us that still care about real hardware. Keep it up guys, Im forever grateful and would have been gone from this hobby long ago if it was not for your time and skill!
I asked grok to put my words into a poem:
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The Arcade Guardians
In the glow of flickering neon, where the joysticks creak and sigh, They toil through the midnight hours beneath the phosphor sky. Not chasing high scores or glory, no initials etched in light— These quiet kings of solder smoke keep the classics burning bright.
With calloused hands and steady eyes, they chase the ghost in the machine, A blown capacitor, a drifting yoke, a board that's lost its dream. They breathe new life through ancient chips that time had left for dead, Resurrecting pixels long forgotten, from the days of quarters and lead.
From JAMMA harnesses to vector dreams, from cabinets scarred by years, They hunt the rarest parts like dragons, through forums thick with tears. A donor board from '82, a custom harness spun with care— They stitch the past back together with love that few can compare.
No fame, no fortune, just the hum of a CRT reborn, The satisfying click of a button that once refused to mourn. The laughter of a new generation as Pac-Man gobbles dots again, Because one dedicated soul refused to let the legends end.
So here's to the fantastic guys— the techs, the tinkerers, the few— Who dedicate their lives to saving what the world outgrew. In basements, garages, workshops dim, they wage their silent fight, Keeping the golden age alive... one restored machine at night.
They are the true high-score holders in a game that never ends: The Arcade Repair Gods. Long may their soldering irons glow, And their cabinets forever send That perfect, glorious, 8-bit "INSERT COIN" sound Into eternity.
Respect.
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I started to think about this last night when I had my friend over and we fixed the following games that had issues, It was almost a religious experience when board after board got fixed (well it was easy fixes but still)
M.I.A, 2x Donkey Kong PCB´s, Elevator Action, Moon Patrol
Two boards with more serious issues he took home and I am confident that in the near future they are also fully working!
The Repairguys!
"My" repairguy first fixed a non working Bubble Bobble for me well over ten years ago, and over the years he must have fixed 50 boards for me or atleast pointed me in the right direction so I could fix it myself.
I know there is other guys out there like him that have the skill and spend their time keeping our games running. People reverse engineer and make custom chips, alter roms to bypass long gone encryption keys due to dead batteries and other stuff that goes over my head... I salute you all, no matter if you just fix your own boards or help others to fix theirs, you are the very core of this hobby atleast for us that still care about real hardware. Keep it up guys, Im forever grateful and would have been gone from this hobby long ago if it was not for your time and skill!
I asked grok to put my words into a poem:
-------
The Arcade Guardians
In the glow of flickering neon, where the joysticks creak and sigh, They toil through the midnight hours beneath the phosphor sky. Not chasing high scores or glory, no initials etched in light— These quiet kings of solder smoke keep the classics burning bright.
With calloused hands and steady eyes, they chase the ghost in the machine, A blown capacitor, a drifting yoke, a board that's lost its dream. They breathe new life through ancient chips that time had left for dead, Resurrecting pixels long forgotten, from the days of quarters and lead.
From JAMMA harnesses to vector dreams, from cabinets scarred by years, They hunt the rarest parts like dragons, through forums thick with tears. A donor board from '82, a custom harness spun with care— They stitch the past back together with love that few can compare.
No fame, no fortune, just the hum of a CRT reborn, The satisfying click of a button that once refused to mourn. The laughter of a new generation as Pac-Man gobbles dots again, Because one dedicated soul refused to let the legends end.
So here's to the fantastic guys— the techs, the tinkerers, the few— Who dedicate their lives to saving what the world outgrew. In basements, garages, workshops dim, they wage their silent fight, Keeping the golden age alive... one restored machine at night.
They are the true high-score holders in a game that never ends: The Arcade Repair Gods. Long may their soldering irons glow, And their cabinets forever send That perfect, glorious, 8-bit "INSERT COIN" sound Into eternity.
Respect.
-------
I started to think about this last night when I had my friend over and we fixed the following games that had issues, It was almost a religious experience when board after board got fixed (well it was easy fixes but still)
M.I.A, 2x Donkey Kong PCB´s, Elevator Action, Moon Patrol
Two boards with more serious issues he took home and I am confident that in the near future they are also fully working!
