Fast Trains and Arcade Buildings

I recently (yesterday) went into downtown Nagoya, named something like Ossu, or at least that's what everybody here calls it. Apparently, Nagoya Daikokugo Daigaku (my university) is way the heck out in the country. It takes about 10 minutes to walk to the bus stop, in which everybody around is not-so-indiscreetly starring at you. Especially the elderly, they just don't even try and save face. They just look at you with a surprised look and just keep looking until you make eye contact with them. Super eerie but I'm totally into all the attention. As a matter of fact, if you know me, that's one of my favorite things. Moving on, on the weekends an all day bus/train pass is only 600 yen which is kind of like $5.50 and you get this traveling card that slips in and out of tiny machines that allow you to travel everywhere. The bus ride to the train station takes about another 20 minutes. From there you get ON A FREAKING TRAIN THAT IS SOOOO COOL!!!! Not even kidding it seems like you go a million miles an hour. Its like being on an amusement park ride. This isn't even the bullet train either, this is just a regular.
I have to stop and pause the trip here. So I met a British guy in my group named Raz, and me and him were really weirded out how whenever we looked in one direction everybody seemed to fall asleep. It was like if we looked around at people then they would immediately look down and pretend, to what we assumed, was the sleeping cycle. Finally we see all of these Jr. High looking kids with soccer uniforms on. I decide to ask them where their game was. After much giggling and laughing at me and my friends attempt to ask the very simple question, they respond with a "its already finished". Then we made significant effort to ask if they had won or not, which resulted in much laughter and a "No we didn't". This was followed by about 20 minutes or actually the remainder of the train ride of awkward silence. I'm not talking like you just brushed up against a strangers backside and decide not to say sorry kind of awkward. I'm talking like you just asked somebody what they did for Fathers Day to find out that their father has been dead for a very long time kind of awkward. Neither party, us nor the Japanese soccer players, knew what to say, but both parties wanted to speak. Finally, a minor eternity later, we arrived at our stop and were able to get off the Train-o-pain.
There we were, emerging out of the underground train station and were instantly met with an elaborate visual of how a real city should be. Shops every step, Japanese fashion everywhere, the unfamiliar smell of a new culture, the whole shabang. The most notable of things to mention about the rest of the trip, besides the price of everything being like 4 times anywhere in the states, was the very elaborate arcade system. It was as close to seizure and visual pleasure as humanly possible. Contained chaos inside of the eyelid. On the bottom floor you had all the grapple games, all the racing games and kiddy games. If you dared venture upstairs, you were met by virtual horse races (seriously gambling...not kidding) and all of the super mech and fighter games. There were actually these games that you would put trading cards down on, and then play the game. Imagine your Pokemon cards coming to life on a video screen as soon as you put them down on the screen. It really was phenomenal. With the super mech games you could actually place bets on who you think would win too. It was really something else.
I need to build up some courage to maybe actually play a game against a Japanese person. I know I will get owned but I just need to...perhaps another day...