Extra Lives Arcades

06/12/2026

06/11/2026

New Game alert
1982 Q*Bert by Gottlieb.
This was our Tournament Final Round Game. Just finished it a few days before our competition come out this week and enjoy an old castle

06/11/2026

Meet our Champions
We Had a great time watching this competition while also raising money for a great cause
Thank you everyone for coming out. Please Help us give a Big Congratulations to our Tournament of Champions Winner Shane Lerma

06/09/2026

Don't forget
The Tournament of Champions tomorrow night starting at 6 pm. This is your chance to claim Victory, show off those Skills. And make some Great memories
Only at Extra Lives Arcade
Wednesday June 10th 6pm

06/07/2026

Sir Don is Getting Ready for the Tournament of Champions a little Early.. He Just Put up 1,106,250 points on Gyruss
Help us Congratulate Don on a Huge Highscore

06/07/2026

This was how we spent the night with friends

Sleepovers were never really about sleeping.

That was the joke.

Everyone brought a sleeping bag like it was going to happen.

But deep down, nobody believed it.

The living room turned into a campsite.

Pillows everywhere.

Blankets twisted up.

Board games half-finished.

Snacks opened and abandoned.

Someone always claimed the best spot first.

Someone always forgot something.

Someone always laughed too loud after being told to keep it down.

That was the whole point.

The night felt different when your friends were there.

Your house didn’t feel like your house anymore.

It became the place where stories got told.

Where jokes got repeated until they weren’t even funny, but somehow still were.

Where everyone whispered after lights out and then burst into laughter anyway.

You didn’t want to be the first one asleep.

Nobody did.

Being awake felt important.

Like every minute might turn into something you’d talk about later.

And usually it did.

Morning came too fast.

Everyone looked terrible.

Hair everywhere.

Sleeping bags kicked open.

Blankets in piles.

Someone still half-asleep on the floor.

But nobody cared.

Because the mess was proof.

Proof that the night had been good.

Proof that friendship once meant being together in the same room with nothing fancy at all.

No perfect plans.

No expensive outings.

Just a floor full of blankets, snacks, stories, and laughter you tried to keep quiet.

Looking back, those nights feel golden.

Not because they were perfect.

But because they were yours.

The kind of memories that still make you smile before you even explain them.

By morning, the room told the whole story.

Every blanket had moved.

Every snack bag had evidence.

Every pillow seemed to belong to nobody.

And somehow, that messy room felt like proof that you had really lived the night.

That was the magic of it.

Some friendships were built on carpet floors and no sleep at all. 🤍

06/02/2026