My shirt 110 camera had a plug(boot?) that you could stick a bar of eight flash bulbs in to. Every picture triggered a super satisfying 'snick!' and one of the bulbs would be blown out.
I guess that's better than igniting a pile of phosphorous for illumination, but, what a waste!
My dad had an expensive as hell Olympus point and shoot with this. It was so fucking annoying. Took like a half minute for a snap shot and I'd be blind from all the strobing.
You beat me to it. It was so satisfying to brute force the... Advancement square(?) between each shot. Made me feel like a spy, even though the camera was being blue and my sister had covered it with stickers of holographic dolphins.
My friends and I hit up the pizza hut regularly and would just hang out playing cruisin' USA and whatever fighting cabinet they had set up in the pickup waiting area. Never once got pizza there.
The employees must have hated our guts, but they never kicked us out so we couldn't have been that bad.
Leaving dirt.