3.2<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cExcuse me,\u201d called out a young confident voice, as he stepped down from the platform. Hanzo looked round and should have known it was a young man, but he still slightly cursed under his breath. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIs it true-ah!\u201d the young man had been elbowed by his fellow, who was now bowing and forcing his wincing compadre to follow suit. \u201cPlease excuse us,\u201d said the assailant. \u201cPlease excuse us, and thank you for the talk. Pleased to meet you, we are from Taito High School, please be kind to us.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Hanzo scanned the back of their heads and waited for them to rise. \u201cIndeed\u201d, he said, giving them a small nod.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The young boys looked at each other and then with nods of approval, the previously injured one turned to him and held up his hand. \u201cWell, Hanzo-sensei, can I ask a question?\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Hanzo scratched the side of his nostril, wondering what kind of simple question they could ask. \u201cBut of course, please go ahead.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhy did you decide to make games for the Meletab<\/em>? Isn\u2019t that a waste of time?\u201d A slap around the back of the head was effected and the young boy\u2019s short but silky black hair flew up briefly from the impact. \u201cDon\u2019t be disrespectful!\u201d whispered his classmate, quite loudly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWell,\u201d mused Hanzo, parroting some marketing bullshit out of his ass, \u201cthe Meletab is a good tablet and has the financing of an industry leader. We believe it will compete well with Android and iPad tablets, and as a games developer, you need to spread your titles to as many platforms as possible.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The three highschoolers nodded intently. It was obvious now which one was the lively boy in class who spoke without any filter and probably got into a lot of trouble and couldn\u2019t understand why. He raised a hand, again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSo,\u201d he said, \u201cis it true that you work all night long and sometimes don\u2019t go home and showe-ah!\u201d He had been elbowed again. This reminded Hanzo of a comedy routine from the west and he chuckled, before correcting these youngsters. \u201cNo, we usually don\u2019t. When I started at GAFY, during the days of pixel art, some of us did indeed stay overnight, we had huge manually operated machines to make the graphics for the games. It took so long and we loved our work and didn\u2019t want the games to be late, so we worked overtime, very often. Today, it\u2019s very different. We have advanced tools and software, it\u2019s very very different. The day starts at 10am and ends at 6pm, so you can even avoid the rush hour at both times.\u201d The idea drew out gasps and various synonyms of \u201camazing!\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n Bidding them well for their futures, Hanzo walked out and through the high halls of the convention building, as the sun shone through the large panes of glass onto the randomly scuffed vinyl flooring. He noted that he should use that point about rush hour in future talks, while shuddering a little to remember the stench of the artists who were chained to their desks, and how he had to collect the bottles of urine, ignoring their pleas for pudding, or to be freed.\u00a0 They didn\u2019t eat pizza like the Americans, they ate end-of-day sushi from the konbini or supermarkets, and sometimes would fight over natto & tuna in the aisles.\u00a0 Hanzo quite fancied one right now, a fresh one, where he could pull back the plastic to release and roll the crispy seaweed onto the moist rice, and the scent of the mustard mixed into the natto beans would make his nostrils flare with lust, and he would make sweet loving with his tongue before his teeth took control. He could imagine biting into the roll, pulling away cleanly to still find strands of fermented beans falling onto his shirt.\u00a0 Damn.\u00a0 Apart from the confused feelings of arousal, amour and murderous hunger, that shit was so damn good.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 3.2 \u201cExcuse me,\u201d called out a young confident voice, as he stepped down from the platform. Hanzo looked round and should have known it was a young man, but he still slightly cursed under his breath. \u201cIs it true-ah!\u201d the young man had been elbowed by his fellow, who was now bowing and forcing his… Continue reading 3.2 Careers<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-112","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-glassinthesnow","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/orochinagi.com\/book\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/112","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/orochinagi.com\/book\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/orochinagi.com\/book\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/orochinagi.com\/book\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/orochinagi.com\/book\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=112"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/orochinagi.com\/book\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/112\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":113,"href":"https:\/\/orochinagi.com\/book\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/112\/revisions\/113"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/orochinagi.com\/book\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=112"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/orochinagi.com\/book\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=112"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/orochinagi.com\/book\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=112"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}