That's the name that was flashing in a neon sign above the door as you entered the building. The whole place was filled with rows upon rows of arcade machines, flashing, lighting up, blipping out music both chiptune and modern.
"Welcome to Spark-Wik's, Sonny!" an old man in a red and blue shirt said.
"Oh, hello there." you reply, "This arcade sure has a lot to play.."
"You bet it does!" the chipper old man said, "Retro, Rockband, DDR, Racing, Shooting, Skill Cranes, the works! Not to mention that past here is a food court with the finest gaming grub available and a prize stand to trade in the tickets you win!"
The old man walked off, having successfully gotten you excited to play some games.
But there was something bothering you, a nagging question in the back of your head as you took out your wallet.
'Where is everyone?' you thought as you looked around the seeming empty acrade.
You think it over and choose to try....