Briggs and I were both in Chicago on business (same business in fact), so we hung out. We figured we should hit an arcade. Thanks to various suggestions (and MapQuest) we found our bitch.
We wound up hitting the Gameworks with the 3 hour pass.
There was a shocking turn of events in the on-going series between Briggs and myself.
A cursory breakdown looks like this:
I took an early lead with a Dayton 2 victory (deluxe cab), Briggs tied it up and then took the lead on two seperate motorcycle games, who's names escape me.
I tied it back up in some lame street luge game, took the lead again with Sega Rally 2 (thanks to Briggs forgetting he chose manual transmission...he tooled around in first for a good 10 seconds. I was halfway to lapping him by the time he got it sorted. And he wound up finishing about a second behind me. Needless to say...a luck win on my behalf).
With the opportunity to pad my lead in Ferrari 350, I took an early lead and fended him off for the duration of the match. I simply blocked him and tried to ride the clock out. He shook my ass like a pound of bacon (?) and won with about 3 seconds left on the clock.
The score was tied (or I might have been down one) when we go to Crazy Taxi. Which I pointed out "Iz Dreamcast, prepare to be owned". Aaaaand aparantly Briggs is a Crazy Taxi savant. I couldn't get the crazy dash or crazy drift just right for some reason, but even still I managed a solid class B license. Briggs bettered me with score though.
A summary recap:
Donkey Kong - Briggs (I was ashamed)
Moon Patrol - Briggs (again, ashamed)
Xevious - Blaine
Pac-Man - Briggs (son of a bitch, I was slaughtering him and he wound up nickeling and dimeing my ass to death. I finished almost two boards ahead of him, but he out scored me).
Over the course I'd won a soccer game (again, probably due to hardware malfunction), a heated game of airhockey (the automatic puck launcher was dope, as was the multi-ball-esque 3 puck mode)...
Briggs actually wound up forfietting at least 4 games to me;
Blitz (he knows not football)
Virtua Tennis (smart move on his behalf, although apparantly my Dreamcast-fu was far from kickin)
NBA Jam
and one of those QB pass games.
We tied on the Motion Simulator boat race (although my opinion is the Russia course I drove was harder than the Amazon course he drove, but I bit my tongue).
I wound up winning Alpine Racer 2, but losing Alpine Surfer.
Neither one of us had played Mister Driller before, but...I'm a firm believer that since I went first he simply copied my technique...which is really smart.
As we headed upstairs Briggs was up 2 games (if someone goes back and tries to correct my math, I may have left out a game in the description, but I know I was down two).
We entered a world of Fighting games, gun games and pinball. A world of pain for Briggs. See, I suck at driving games. And I'm not much of an old schooler (I can play some pac-man and galaga, but that's about it). But as soon as I see "Street Fighter" then it's my turf.
Long story short after a brutal game of SvC: Chaos (which controls I don't much care for, unless the cab was wonky) and a summary execution at Starship Troopers Pinball, it was all tied up. We had roughly an hour left on our cards and 5 pinball tables left (including Harely Davidson, a machine I have long played at a local bar).
Things were looking bad for Briggs. True he's much older than me, but I've played a good bit of pinball in my time.
The second machine was an Elvira cab (which was, of course, broken...the right flipper didn't work), so we played Starship Troopers again...and I lost. My ball became caught and I was unable to sucessfully release it without tilting.
We proceeded to the Harley Davidson machine...which was, of course...broken. My dreams of tying it up quickly were slowly diminishing. What with only three machines remaining, I had no margin of error if I was to claim my birthright- Victory over...someone.
The first machine was a saucy number, a Billiards base table. I asserted myself and chiseled his precious lead to one.
Next, South Park. To be totally honest; I'd say I was screwed, but I think I was just out lucked.
I remember this game vividly. I finished my last ball with a score of roughly 42,000,000. Briggs was begining his last ball with only about 5,000,000. While he was playing solidly, I was not particularly worried. He still had not even half my score and was really making no progress to defeat me. Then the unthinkable happened. He dropped his ball gently into the Cartman area of the table (I didn't want to say "into Cartman's hole") and something astonishing flashed "Anal Probe Removed"- "3 Million" - "You Have Cartman" - "37 Million". I believe I said 'fuck' but I'm not entirely sure. In one fell swoop he recieved almoste EXACTLY the amoint of points necessary to close the gap and take victory.
On top of that he managed to score an extra ball (with which, he really only racked up a good million or so).
And that was it. Any hopes of victory were dashed. With only about half an hour to go and one pinballl table left, I decided to play for pride. I lost.
Finally Tally of the Chicago trip: 15-13 Briggs.
I could tell myself lots of things to make me feel better (such as had we played more fighters or even a shooter I might have been able to pad my lead, there were an awful lot of driving games, or the fact that I did outlast him in House of the Dead III later on that night) but there are also lots of things to make me feel worse (while he insists there was no reason to play those games he forfietted...I'd still like to have known).
My only consolation is I'm still winning the overall series (If memory serves, I curb stomped him in Atlanta, on his home turf mind, 11-4 thanks to a non-stop and somewhat painfully one sided display of unadultered Puzzle Bobble Madness. I even managed to kick his ass at Windjammers the first time I ever played it).
Thanks to NeoFight and Syxx573 for the update....
If only there had been a true neo-cab there.
We wound up hitting the Gameworks with the 3 hour pass.
There was a shocking turn of events in the on-going series between Briggs and myself.
A cursory breakdown looks like this:
I took an early lead with a Dayton 2 victory (deluxe cab), Briggs tied it up and then took the lead on two seperate motorcycle games, who's names escape me.
I tied it back up in some lame street luge game, took the lead again with Sega Rally 2 (thanks to Briggs forgetting he chose manual transmission...he tooled around in first for a good 10 seconds. I was halfway to lapping him by the time he got it sorted. And he wound up finishing about a second behind me. Needless to say...a luck win on my behalf).
With the opportunity to pad my lead in Ferrari 350, I took an early lead and fended him off for the duration of the match. I simply blocked him and tried to ride the clock out. He shook my ass like a pound of bacon (?) and won with about 3 seconds left on the clock.
The score was tied (or I might have been down one) when we go to Crazy Taxi. Which I pointed out "Iz Dreamcast, prepare to be owned". Aaaaand aparantly Briggs is a Crazy Taxi savant. I couldn't get the crazy dash or crazy drift just right for some reason, but even still I managed a solid class B license. Briggs bettered me with score though.
A summary recap:
Donkey Kong - Briggs (I was ashamed)
Moon Patrol - Briggs (again, ashamed)
Xevious - Blaine
Pac-Man - Briggs (son of a bitch, I was slaughtering him and he wound up nickeling and dimeing my ass to death. I finished almost two boards ahead of him, but he out scored me).
Over the course I'd won a soccer game (again, probably due to hardware malfunction), a heated game of airhockey (the automatic puck launcher was dope, as was the multi-ball-esque 3 puck mode)...
Briggs actually wound up forfietting at least 4 games to me;
Blitz (he knows not football)
Virtua Tennis (smart move on his behalf, although apparantly my Dreamcast-fu was far from kickin)
NBA Jam
and one of those QB pass games.
We tied on the Motion Simulator boat race (although my opinion is the Russia course I drove was harder than the Amazon course he drove, but I bit my tongue).
I wound up winning Alpine Racer 2, but losing Alpine Surfer.
Neither one of us had played Mister Driller before, but...I'm a firm believer that since I went first he simply copied my technique...which is really smart.
As we headed upstairs Briggs was up 2 games (if someone goes back and tries to correct my math, I may have left out a game in the description, but I know I was down two).
We entered a world of Fighting games, gun games and pinball. A world of pain for Briggs. See, I suck at driving games. And I'm not much of an old schooler (I can play some pac-man and galaga, but that's about it). But as soon as I see "Street Fighter" then it's my turf.
Long story short after a brutal game of SvC: Chaos (which controls I don't much care for, unless the cab was wonky) and a summary execution at Starship Troopers Pinball, it was all tied up. We had roughly an hour left on our cards and 5 pinball tables left (including Harely Davidson, a machine I have long played at a local bar).
Things were looking bad for Briggs. True he's much older than me, but I've played a good bit of pinball in my time.
The second machine was an Elvira cab (which was, of course, broken...the right flipper didn't work), so we played Starship Troopers again...and I lost. My ball became caught and I was unable to sucessfully release it without tilting.
We proceeded to the Harley Davidson machine...which was, of course...broken. My dreams of tying it up quickly were slowly diminishing. What with only three machines remaining, I had no margin of error if I was to claim my birthright- Victory over...someone.
The first machine was a saucy number, a Billiards base table. I asserted myself and chiseled his precious lead to one.
Next, South Park. To be totally honest; I'd say I was screwed, but I think I was just out lucked.
I remember this game vividly. I finished my last ball with a score of roughly 42,000,000. Briggs was begining his last ball with only about 5,000,000. While he was playing solidly, I was not particularly worried. He still had not even half my score and was really making no progress to defeat me. Then the unthinkable happened. He dropped his ball gently into the Cartman area of the table (I didn't want to say "into Cartman's hole") and something astonishing flashed "Anal Probe Removed"- "3 Million" - "You Have Cartman" - "37 Million". I believe I said 'fuck' but I'm not entirely sure. In one fell swoop he recieved almoste EXACTLY the amoint of points necessary to close the gap and take victory.
On top of that he managed to score an extra ball (with which, he really only racked up a good million or so).
And that was it. Any hopes of victory were dashed. With only about half an hour to go and one pinballl table left, I decided to play for pride. I lost.
Finally Tally of the Chicago trip: 15-13 Briggs.
I could tell myself lots of things to make me feel better (such as had we played more fighters or even a shooter I might have been able to pad my lead, there were an awful lot of driving games, or the fact that I did outlast him in House of the Dead III later on that night) but there are also lots of things to make me feel worse (while he insists there was no reason to play those games he forfietted...I'd still like to have known).
My only consolation is I'm still winning the overall series (If memory serves, I curb stomped him in Atlanta, on his home turf mind, 11-4 thanks to a non-stop and somewhat painfully one sided display of unadultered Puzzle Bobble Madness. I even managed to kick his ass at Windjammers the first time I ever played it).
Thanks to NeoFight and Syxx573 for the update....
If only there had been a true neo-cab there.
Congrats on the win, Briggs. 
