Friendship
The Last Arcadian
The summer of 2025 was when I found Arcadian’s Last Stand. It was tucked in the back corner of a crumbling arcade at the edge of town, a relic from the ‘80s that somehow survived the rise of VR and mobile gaming. The cabinet was scuffed, its paint chipped, but the screen glowed with a pixelated spaceship dodging waves of alien attackers. I was 29, burned out from a soul-crushing desk job, and hadn’t touched a joystick since I was a kid. But something about that game called to me, like a signal from a forgotten part of myself.
By Shohel Rana7 months ago in Poets
