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Which roughly translates to “Put this shit in the arcades.”Īnd they did.
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“ Ākēdo de kono tawagoto o irete itte kudasai!~~~” The president, who by this point has played Sonic Spinball for seventy-two consecutive hours and has lost the will to live, jumps onto his desk and screams: The members of the board think “fuck it, we’re going to have to liquidate everything anyway,” and decide to take it to the company president. The next day, the SEGA employee (who by this point has downed half a bottle of cheap rotgut himself) stumbles into the board room piss-drunk, pants around his ankles and tie around his forehead, and presents the resulting abomination to the board of directors. It’s what happens when someone at late 1990s SEGA sees the writing on the wall and thinks “fuck it, I’m gonna lose my job soon anyway,” then proceeds to lock Mavis Beacon in a room with House of the Dead 2 and a bottle of Jack Daniel’s. Two keyboards and one game purchase later and I regret nothing. SEGA I CAN’T KEEP GOING THROUGH WITH THIS I JUST NEED SOME SP-hey, wait a minute. SEGA please, this is so awkward, I don’t want to talk to other people right now I just want to talk to you. Not after the 32X, not after the Sega CD, not after I saw you eyeing Bandai like some two-bit floozy. I’m not ready for this level of commitment, SEGA. You said I wouldn’t have to worry about shit like this ever again. You said you wouldn’t do this shit to me anymore, SEGA. It goes without saying, but I’m glad I was born in a time when we didn’t have to worry about console manufacturers ham-fisting keyboards into their technology.
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“One day, I’ll be able to hack into the Pentagon.”