I cannot tell you how long I have waited for simple 2D pinball on the Switch
I love dumb little computer pinball games but everything I’ve been able to find is like “LOOK IT’S SO 3D NOW, AAAAAH WE RENDERED LITERAL MACHINES AT AN ANGLE AND IT’S ACTUALLY SO HARD TO SEE WHAT’S GOING ON, WOW WE LICENSED ALL THIS BULLSHIT YOU HATE AND FAITHFULLY RECREATED FRANCHISED GARBAGE”
like okay, sure, glad you made a haunting replica of the out-of-control soul death of the last god-tier mechanical arcade classic
but some of us like dumb little pinball games because they aren’t as rampantly ~that~ as the meatzone ballgames
look my friends, my famicomrades, my weirdos-in-arms — I know jack shit of the mythology and heaven-piercing arc of pinball, but I was a gay little wad of something in the 90s and I remember the husks in rows, the odd ghost crimp-cranking at their bevel-top ledgers, tucked in the flickering corners of each funtime junction and nary a shark left to jump
I recognized silence in ash, the bygones in folksong and surplus untouched. It taught me the shape of the flame, some clever spark burnt too fast and far — bonfire to trademark shaken from briefcase, fed to the death of it, paddles and all
that is the beauty that interests me. that cannot be 3D modeled, pristine and hollow, nor would I want it as such. no wild haptics nor cigarette walls could reclaim that sliver of clock. mortality suits it. let it be true.
let pinball® the game™ be its own haunted ground — the folding of each betrays both