As I've been recklessly ripping through books, thieved from the nearby county library, I try to stay passionate. To community college, to Radford's field school, and off to serve in the state's most silent battle of heritage. I love history, even more, the Civil War's brutal past. Yet, daydreaming of the days to come has only become a burden. Archaeology is rough and ruthless in reality. I wasn't going to let it break me down.
So, it was time for a break.
I found the Roanoke Pinball Museum. I was greeted with brightly colored machines that I'd thought to be almost otherworldly. Long, with looming flashing screens, it was as if I had been taken over by the beast himself as I nudged and flippered with child-like fasination. I was the fated hero that must complete his destiny, of points, at any cost!
The battle of the Black Knight, the birth of a women though metamorphosis, and the horrific randomized scream that happened every thirty minutes. It all drove my mind wild with fantasy as I explored each with caution, as beyond the decals and paints, the worlds within these pinball machines would consume me at the first touch. There would be no going back; I had no other choice but to continue on till the end.
With such curiosity that lead me head-first into the journeys of the pinball multiverse, i came to wonder why. The outside was so beautiful and intelligent. So I did as no man had done before and looked under the makeup.
I was immediately entranced. Switches, boxes, wires, and hidden chimes. The love put into every detail and stroke of this creation was exposed to me and i couldn't step away. I dug, dug, and dug into every YouTube video, every site, and even this forum starving for knowledge. I didn't want to know- I needed to know.
So now, here I am. Completely new to the community. I don't own any machines myself, but hope to find a project possibly in the future.
I lurk till further notice.