Spindizzy's tales of transformation

Jack loved the old arcade by the beach. Over the summer he’d been spending practically all his time there. He loved the old games even though they were pretty basic compared to the modern system he had at home. He was particularly fond of the pinball machines. There was a certain analogue charm to the electro-mechanical games, a tactile thrill video games could never match. As the summer went on he got better and better at the games, beating each machine one at a time, toppling high scores that had stood for years. Soon he was drawing an audience, a small crowd that would gather to watch him play. One of them, in particular, caught his attention, an older guy who rarely spoke but never seemed particularly happy when Jack would beat one of the games. Asking around he found no one seemed to know his name but he was known as the pinball wizard and that many of the high scores Jack was toppling were his. It seemed like a pretty lame nickname to him but he didn’t give it much more...