Korea is full of claw machines. I’m not talking about just inside arcades and theme parks, but inside shopping malls, outside convenient stores and restaurants and in random alley ways. Odds are if you walk down any given street, you’ll find at least one.
For me, this game has become a bit of a fetish. I absolutely have to try it every time I see one. Unlike back in the states, the prizes are really cute, good quality plushes that are actually possible to win. If plushes aren’t you’re thing, I have also seen machines filled with food and snacks, electronics and even condoms and lingerie. I guess you could say there’s a little something for everyone.
Being the food lover that I am, I have become quite infatuated with collecting every single smiling faced food plush I can find in a claw machine. Most recently the best thing I’ve gotten from the claw machine is a beer mug. Yes, you heard right. Because nothing is more comforting than curling up next to a cute, cuddly, smiling cold brew before you go to sleep. On Pepero Day my boyfriend even managed to win me a huge pink pepero! I’ve also managed to round up a collection of sushi. Sometimes I wonder how much it will cost me to move them back to the states, should I ever return… I’ll just cross that bridge when I get there.
Logically it would cheaper just to go out and buy that ₩5,000 lil’ sucker, but nothing beats the experience. After battling it with the claw before, seeing so many fail before you, wondering if it will ever be possible. Will you ever get a taste of that cotton stuffed glory? There is no time for doubt. You get that butterflied feeling in your stomach when you put in your final ₩1,000 (after nine previous attempts). The claw moves. Latches. Then it begins to shake. All eyes are on you. Will it go the distance? It draws closer and closer, letting go of the prize ever so slightly with every move. Then finally… the drop! Do you smell that? Ah yes, the sweet smell of victory. People are cheering and girls are beating their boyfriends for their failures. You emerge victorious. And so, you march home, head held high, sweaty palmed and empty pocketed. Knowing that this is not the end, but only the beginning.
…Yeah, it’s kinda like that