Well, the cinema level of Plaza Singapura wasn't as crowded as I had expected. But a twinge of paranoia was felt. What? No screaming brats? No rowdy packs of
Nevertheless, that creeping discomfort was stomped out like a squished slug when I entered the inscrutable dark in which only the ubiquitous lights emitted from the countless arcade machines served as the sole way of navigation.
After several failed attempts to master the Art of Arcade Gaming, I finally gave up and turned to the
The ones at the arcade were much larger and less garnish-looking than the one pictured above. They portrayed a simplistic "innocent" image.
However, a leopard cannot change its spots. Likewise, ALL claw machines indiscriminately gobble up the entertainment funds of arcade gamers.
Alas! Due to a prolonged period of not dealing with the likes of this machine, I forgot my past failures to obtain a prize and with the support of falso bravado, approached the dreaded Spawn of Satan.
Result: With Kelvin as my ally, we fought to conquer the enemy and
Between us both, we lost many dollars and suffered much injury to our prides for losing to an insufferable claw machine. In the end we retreated. Out of ammunition and will, we left the
This shall be my last experience with those claw machines. Never again shall I venture near them.
Jason and the Argonants succeeded in their quest of retrieving the Golden Fleece, amidst conquering numerous obstacles. Whereas Eneeli and Kelvin failed miserably to obtain a Golden Hedgehog. Hell, we didn't even get the silver one. Ain't it right, Kel?