as of 8/3, the most recently updated version of this post is here (it's a reblog of this exact post with more info added)
as a lot of you know, limbus company recently fired its CG illustrator for being a feminist, at 11 pm, via phone call, after a bunch of misogynists walked into the office earlier that day and demanded she be fired. on top of this, as per korean fans, her firing went against labor laws---in korea, you must have your dismissal in writing.
the korean fandom on twitter is, understandably, going scorched earth on project moon due to this. there's a lot currently going on to protest the decision, so i'm posting a list here of what's going on for those who want to limit their time on elon musk's $44 billion midlife crisis impulse purchase website (if you are on twitter, domuk is a good person to follow, as they translate important updates to english). a lot of the links are in korean, but generally they play nicely with machine translators. this should be current as of 8/2.
Statements condemning the decision have been issued by The Gyeonggi Youth Union and IT Union.
A press conference at the Gyeonggido Assembly will occur on 8/3, with lawmakers of the Gyeonggi province (where Project Moon is based) in attendance. This appears driven by the leader of the Gyeonggi Youth Union.
The vice chairman of the IT union--who has a good amount of experience with labor negotiations like these--has expressed strong support for the artist and is working to get media coverage due to the ongoing feminist witch hunts in the gaming industry. Project Moon isn't union to my knowledge, but he's noted that he's taken on nonunion companies such as Netmarble (largest mobile game dev in South Korea) by getting the issue in front of the National Assembly (Korea's congress).
Articles on the incident published in The Daily Labor News, Korean Daily, multiple articles on Hankyoreh (one of which made it to the print edition), and other news outlets.
Segments about the termination on the MBN 7 o' clock news and MBC's morning news
Comments by Youth Union leaders about looking into a loan made to Project Moon via Devsisters Ventures, a venture capital firm. Tax money from Gyeonggi province was invested in Devsisters in 2017, and in 2021, Devsisters gave money to Project Moon. The Gyeonggi Youth Union is asking why hard-earned tax money was indirectly given to a company who violates ESG (environmental, social and governance) principles.
Almost nonstop signage truck protests outside Project Moon's physical office during business hours until 8/22 or the company makes a statement. This occurs alongside a coordinated hashtag campaign to get the issue trending on Twitter in Korea. The signage campaign was crowd-funded in about 3 hours.
A full boycott of the Limbus Company app, on both mobile and PC (steam) platforms. Overseas fans are highly encouraged to participate, regardless if whether they're F2P or not. Not opening the app at all is arguably the biggest thing any one person can do to protest the decision, as the app logs the number of accounts that log on daily. For a new gacha such as Limbus, a high number of F2P daily active users, but a small number of paying users is often preferable to having a smaller userbase but more paying users. If the company sees the number of daily users remain stable, they will likely decide to wait out any backlash rather than apologize.
Digging up verified reviews from previous employees regarding the company's poor management practices
Due to the firing, the Leviathan artist has posted about poor working conditions when making the story. As per a bilingual speaker, they were working on a storyboard revision, and thought 'if I ran into the street right now and got hit by a car and died, I wouldn't have to keep working.' They contacted Project Moon because they didn't want their work to be like that, and proposed changes to serialization/reduction in amount of work per picture/to build up a buffer of finished images (they did not have any buffer while working on Leviathan to my knowledge). They were shut out, and had to suck it up and accept the situation.
Hamhampangpang has a 'shrine' section of the restaurant for fans to leave fan-created merch and other items. They also allow the fans to take this merch back if they can prove it's theirs. Fans are now doing just that.
To boost all of the above, a large number of Korean fanartists with thousands of followers have deleted their works and/or converted their accounts from fanart accounts to accounts supporting the protests. Many of them are bilingual, and they're where I got the majority of this information.
[note 1: there's a targeted english-language disinformation campaign by the website that started the hate mob. i have read the artist's tweets with machine translation, and they're talked about in the second hankyoreh article linked above: nowhere does she express any transphobic or similarly awful beliefs. likewise, be wary of any claims that she supported anything whose description makes you raise eyebrows--those claims are likely in reference to megalia, a korean feminist movement. for information on that, i'd recommend the NPR/BBC articles below and this google drive link of english-language scholarly papers on them. for the love of god don't get your information about a feminist movement from guys going on witch hunts for feminists.]
[note 2: i've seen a couple people argue that the firing was for the physical safety of the employees, citing the kyoani incident in japan. as per this korean fan, most fans there strongly do not believe this was the case. we have english-translated transcripts of the meeting between the mob and project moon; the threats the mob was making were to......brand project moon as a feminist company online. yes, really. male korean gamers aren't normal about feminism, and there's been an ongoing witch hunt for feminists in the industry since about 2016, something you see noted in both the labor union statements. both NPR and the BBC this phenomenon to gamergate, and i'd say it's a pretty apt comparison.]
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Chapter 1: Under Dimmed Street Lights
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Talking about drugging someone, implied torture, implied murder
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Night had fallen over the sullen city. It was the third day in a row where rain beat down, washing away any and all life when the streets rested. Tonight should have been no different in the late spring rain. The streets were nearly empty, the only ones that wandered the shadows crept in the night.
The edge of the metropolis was littered with industry and warehouses that boarded the waterways to international waters, some decrepit and run down while others held storage. A few warehouses rested in the borders of both old and new, camouflage well behind signage of a known shipping and packaging company worldwide.
The lights barely seen from the windows weren’t bright, wishing to not draw unwanted attention to any outsiders that wished to travel the area so late. Doors on the outside were well guarded, each man armed with heavy artillery, concealed the best they could, and walkie-talkies, dressed well to hide exactly who they were. The overhangs protected them from any direct rain yet they would be soaked and freezing by morning fall.
Inside was bustling, men and women moving wooden crates and metal locked boxes either into vans or into vault storage further in. Nothing was labeled, it was easier that way, but all personnel knew what each container vaguely held. It wasn’t a secret that it was sketchy, it wasn’t their place to judge based on their line of work, but it was demanding and little mistakes could unravel the very foundation of the business.
Above the busy bodies that littered the main floor, guards on catwalks watched closely for any cracks in productivity. One move in the wrong was a broken hand, one step in opposition was a bullet through the head. In the far back of the building held a second floor and large windows that watched over each and every process that passed through the doors.
“Jihoon has a lot cut out for himself tonight.” A voice snickered out the words, the person’s eyes scanning over the vans that were coming and going through the building. “Not like he planned to sleep much tonight anyways.”
“Don’t let him hear you say that, Soonyoung, he’ll lace your drink again.” Someone from a lone couch spoke up.
A scoff left the man, rolling his eyes and turning back towards the rest in the room. Some lazed idly on couches while others sat back at the conference table, a few pairs of feet propped up on said table.
“All I told him then was that he looked about as attractive as a zombie and suddenly he took all the offense in the world like he hasn’t said worse to me.”
“And yet you still opened your mouth to say it to him. You’d think for the ‘great judge of character’ you are, you’d be better at reading your best friend's body language.”
A huff came from the man at the back of the room, sitting hunched over a sleek ebony desk, a stack of papers held in his hands. Jet black hair fell over his eyes as he peered past his bangs, looking over the small congregation before him. “If you are willing to run your mouths, why don’t you go down and help him if you are so concerned.”
One laughed from his lounged spot on the couch, not bothering to lift his head. “I think I’d rather bite the bullet than annoy Jihoon and have a gun to my head, Seungcheol.”
“Another word, Seungkwan, and I will order you to join him.”
Dark eyes watched as Seungkwan mimicked zipping his lips and throwing away the key, settling back into the cushions and tapping away on his phone.
“Now if any of you can track down Joshua and Jeo-” Seungcheol’s words were cut off by the door to the room slamming open.
Strolling through the entrance, two tall, black clad figures stepped through, one wearing a long trench coat, his shoulder length hair half tied up in a ponytail. His companion wore a sleek leather jacket, chocolate brown, medium length hair down and pushed back from his face to see. They spoke loudly, everyone else’s attention being drawn to them. As the one wearing the leather jacket closed the door firmly, laughing at something the other said, Seungcheol cleared his throat, sitting back in his chair, sending a glare towards the two.
“Speaking of the literal devils, you’re late.”
“Ah, Cheol,” Trench coat spoke up, striding over to the man’s desk and leaning himself against it, back facing Seungcheol. “We aren’t late, you are just early as per usual.”
With a click of his tongue, Seungcheol rolled his eyes and stood, rounding the desk and making his way to the head of the table. “Sit, Jeonghan, We have a lot to discuss tonight and the tardiness is already eating into my time.”
From an unspoken order, each of the other twelve men in the room gathered around the table, taking their seats in relative silence. Seungcheol waited patiently as Jeonghan took a seat to his left while the new leather clad figure took a seat to his right. He picked the walkie-talkie off his belt and called for Jihoon who appeared not a few moments after everyone else was settled, locking the door before taking his seat.
While Seungcheol’s shoulders relaxed, his face held a stern expression, looking about his team.
“Wonwoo, report.”
The man pushed his glasses up his nose further, scrolling through something on his phone. “They aren’t any closer to finding us, Seokmin’s interference and my entrance to the mainframe is still strong. I don’t see any problem going forward with slipping more false information to them. As for the mayor, Vernon and I have delivered the papers regarding his affair and are awaiting a response.” The second aforementioned man nodded with Wonwoo’s words, speaking up himself.
“I also slid some of his daughter’s partying to him so he was more inclined to agree.”
Seungcheol nodded, turning his gaze to another. “Seokmin, anything to add?”
Though the room was dim, his bright eyes lit up and a cocky smile spread on his face. “I have the department heads looking somewhere in the next city for a new lead on us but I doubt they won’t find more than a body thanks to Chan.”
“Jihoon, how are the shipments coming?”
A hum left the man, pulling a pile of folded papers from his back pocket and flipping through them. “Everything has been accounted for so far regarding pills and such. I had them weigh everything and it’s correct. Weapons are clean at first glance, no serial numbers. All that will be needed is disassembly and reassembly to make sure each one is undamaged then we can ship out.”
“Let me know if there are any issues with the next shipment, we’ve been experiencing issues with the supplier recently.” With a nod from Jihoon, Seungcheol continues on. “Soonyoung?”
“Oh- ah!” Soonyoung smiled, sharp eyes gleaming with something…dark. “The trader we grabbed wasn’t giving up any information so I kicked it up a notch but…” He waved his hand in the air, trying to find the words but his hand fell flat on the table and a pout formed on his lips. “He had a mental break and we just ended it, we found some info on his phone and took some names down.”
Raising a brow, Seungcheol crossed his arms, tilting his head in curiosity. “Define…mental break.”
“Oh! The usual, screaming, crying, begging for mercy, then something about the devil and he went cynical before he started mumbling to himself and wasn’t responsive. I barely even touched the guy, just a few threats about his wife and it just threw him over the edge I guess. She is clean by the way, Wonu checked. She is just a housewife who thought her husband was a delivery man. We set a guy out to let her know he died on the job and had to quell her questions.” Soonyoung sent a wink to Seungcheol who barely blinked, unamused. He’d take it at that.
“Joshua, have you moved the money offshore like I asked?”
“Yeah, boss,” He spoke up, taking a phone from his jacket pocket, unlocked it, and slid it to the other. “6.3 million. Mingyu and Seungkwan are handling the rest towards the shipping company, putting it into supplies and international business as you requested.”
Nodding, Seungcheol eyed the others he hasn’t called out for or those unmentioned, “Junhui, Minghao, Chan, how is preparing for the next sent out?”
Minghao cleared his throat, resting his elbows on the table. “We drive out tomorrow night. If all goes well, we should be back by the following morning after disposal. If a problem arises, one of us will reach out and figure out a solution. I didn’t see any issues as of now.”
Chan and Junhui both nodded in agreement and Junhui spoke up. “The cars are almost packed and new plates were grabbed.”
From his left, a small snicker was heard. “Aren’t you going to ask me, Cheol?”
Staring blankly down the table, Seungcheol looked at nothing of interest, not bothering to look at the nuisance to his side. “You are going to talk anyways, start before I kick you out.”
Another snicker, this one louder and full of mischief. “We have two cargos coming in within the month from overseas, some new artillery are coming and a few different crates of drugs,” Jeonghan rested his elbow on the chairs armrest and curled a clump of hair around his finger, “I have a very lovely painting coming in that is worth a pretty penny and will be displaying it in the house.”
He turned a bit, gauging the reaction of the others; a few eyerolls and quiet sighs at his antics.
“A few exotic animals, a tiger,” He winked to Soonyoung who lit up. “Some katanas were liberated from a museum, heard something about a Japanese general but I didn’t listen much after that one. Fancy cigars, cigarettes.” Jeonghan listed them off nonchalantly, humming quietly as he thought. “Original paintings I had some people take after replacing them for fun. As for the fight-”
“That’s enough.” Seungcheol’s stern voice rang through the room laced with annoyance. He pinched the bridge of his nose, frowning as he felt the sinister grin staring at the side of his face. “Wipe that stupid look off your face.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, you aren’t even looking at me.” Jeonghan teased.
“Lock up everything in the vaults. If you have nothing to do, get back to the house and rest. Jihoon, have the men start on everything tomorrow, we are ahead of schedule and have no need to rush. We can pick up everything tomorrow evening.” The leader stood, motioning to Joshua and Jeonghan to not move. “Everyone dismissed.”
One by one they filed out of the room, bidding goodnights or figuring out who was leaving with who. Jeonghan and Joshua made no motion to move, both sending waves to their younger ones, saying they’d see them at home. When the door closed behind the last of their group, Seungcheol fell back into his chair, grumbling out a few intelligent words.
“Hmm… my dear King,” Jeonghan hummed, using the leader’s call name. “Maybe a night's rest will do you some good as well, don’t you think?”
“And don’t go making excuses for needing to stay up and finish reports when no one is going to care about them until tomorrow when you can get them done.” Joshua added, resting his chin in his hand, elbow resting on the table.
“Why are you grilling me when I should be grilling you for being late again? ” Seungcheol questioned, scoffing loudly and rolled his eyes. “Just because you both are heads of shit, doesn’t mean you can blatantly disregard orders from me , do you understand that?”
Any hint of mischief that lingered beneath Jeonghan’s face was gone and he averted his gaze. Joshua was in a similar position, folding his hands now on the table.
“Mind telling me why you were nearly half an hour late?”
“We were getting things ready for fight night.” Jeonghan answered obediently, letting a held breath out of his nose. “One of the vendors was causing…problems so Shua and I had to handle the situation before getting back here for the meeting.”
“Did you-”
“He’s dead. He was trying to steal.” Jeonghan cut through the question with a sharp tongue, irritation written across his face. “And we had to dispose of the evidence.”
Seungcheol looked to Joshua for confirmation, watching him nod and reach a hand into his jacket. It took no time for a simple handgun to be placed on the table before the three of them. Joshua took the magazine out and showed the counter, a singular bullet missing from the cartridge as final proof.
“We already secured a new vendor.” The youngest of the three deadpanned, sharing a dull look between them.
They sat in relative silence, letting the weight of any stress settle in the pits of their stomachs before Jeonghan shook his head and stood, motioning his head towards the door.
“Come on. Let’s get home before someone outside of Mingyu and Seokmin tries to cook.”
The ride out the city was usually quiet at this time of night. Taking the back roads was a constant for protection and invisible movement, Seungcheol insisted on it since the beginnings of their operations. He wasn’t one to carelessly dangle the lives of his chosen family and didn’t plan on losing any of them any time soon. Jeonghan gazed aimlessly out the window, watching the trees that encompassed their home pass by.
Seungcheol came to a near stop, hitting a button on his phone for the gates to slide open when within range and easily driving down the path. Another expanse of trees surrounded the now dirty road, hiding their home from any peering eyes that were dumb enough to get close.
As the treeline broke, their home’s main building came into view. The structure itself was a bit much, but when their first large distribution was a success through their underground business and the cover shipping company was easily growing, Seungcheol decided to scrape the home he held in inheritance from his long forgotten grandfather and built one for his new, found family.
It was more of a mid-century modern mansion. Seungcheol wanted something basic but the influence of everyone had provided the consensus of wanting it to feel like a proper, warmth filled home. Seokmin had made a joke when they first entered the house that it was warm and homey, a perfect place for the cold blooded mafia. His comment only fueled the fire to make it feel like a normal home. Despite the field of work, their home was just that: a home. They cleaned up after themselves, cooked for one another – or well, some of them cooked for one another – and were able to properly relax.
Pulling up in front of the house and hitting another button for the large garage to open, Joshua snorted from the backseat at the hoard of mostly cars and a lone bike taking up nearly every spot. “At least they still know to leave your spot open.”
Near the back of the garage, closest to the door, Seungcheol parked the car, eyes resting on the crudely taped up sign that was put there a year or two back; Reserved for old person #1. Chan had found it hilarious when he and Seungkwan had it made, even getting one for Jeonghan and Joshua with #2 and #3. Jeonghan had found it funny, seeing as he joked he was indeed getting too old for this shit . Joshua humored his younger members and even customized a sign with his name to place under it when he could find the damn screw gun that someone took and never returned to the workshop.
Jeonghan was first to step out of the car, stretching his long limbs and starting to take off his long coat as he stepped up the three steps to the door, easily pushing it open.
“You finally got back!” Mingyu called out, Jeonghan taking note that the taller man was standing at the stove, stirring something that smells absolutely divine . He had dressed down from his usual black trousers and button-up in exchange for plaid pajama pants and a loose t-shirt. “I’m making spicy chicken stew at Junhui’s request, and I have a less spicy one depending on what everyone wants.”
Jeonghan sent him a small ‘ thanks’ , saying he is going to his room to change since he still had time before everything was ready. Mingyu nodded and greeted the other two who entered from the garage.
As he walked through the kitchen into the living room, Seungkwan and Vernon were lounging on the couch together, both on their phones with some drama playing on the obnoxiously large TV hanging on the wall. Where these two were, their youngest was close by even if he wasn’t directly interacting with them. Chan, as expected, wasn’t too far, laying back on one of the other couches, a blanket pulled over a majority of him as he held a book over his glasses-clad face.
Making his way through the halls, Jeonghan found his room off the main living areas, pushing the door open and flicking on the lights. He tossed his coat onto the bed, the mostly brown and rustic colored scheme welcoming compared to the lodgings they had in the city. Rolling his shoulders, he strided into his closet and tugged out a pair of sweatpants and an old, worn out t-shirt before making his way into the bathroom to shower.
Stepping out into the living room after freshening up, Jeonghan shuffled his way towards the table, seeing Minghao and Junhui settling the long table for thirteen. They didn’t eat together often but when they could, it typically became a large affair.
He rounded into the kitchen to start grabbing cups down from the cupboard, easily maneuvering around Mingyu as he finished the last of the food preparations. Jeonghan slid the cups across the middle island to Minghao who grabbed a few in each hand and set them on the table. A comfortable silence settled over them as they worked, gathering any side dishes and placing them across the middle of the table. Jihoon had stumbled out of his room, showered and half asleep to dish out bowls of rice for each person.
“Time to eat!” Seungcheol yelled down the hall behind him, bare feet padding against the floor with each step.
In no time, the table was packed and bowls were being filled. Seungcheol had a rule of no major business conversations at the table, but that wasn’t always followed depending on the day. Jeonghan and Joshua, as per usual, took a seat on either side of their leader who sat at the head of the table.
Aside from the clacking of utensils against the dishes, laughter and conversation flowed between them, brightening up the room with more than just light. It was nice to have normality in the face of chaos that their lives were. Two facades they had to put up most days was exhausting but none of them wished to truly leave.
A family was founded the day they made a pack and that family will last until the end of time.
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