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dragon-in-the-watery-bowl · 2 years ago

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Repeating

Finally, more Ghost AU fic.

And also finally, going to start with THH's Chapter 3 in this AU.

(Warning for mentions of a canonical suicide attempt)

The day after Mondo's execution started just like every other day after a trial: The remains of class 78 discussing whatever new thing they found out about the killing game during breakfast, before investigating whatever rooms Junko opened in the school.

But, while Makoto talked with his classmates, his gaze was completely focused on Kiyotaka.

The Moral Compass had spent the entire meeting unresponsive, eyes lost and empty, before he left the dining room, having barely eaten anything.

His deep despair was deeply familiar to him.

It was just like Akane's after Ayame was executed for Kizuna's murder.

He didn't cared about the sprinter's death. In fact, he felt happy after remembering how the Divine Luck put her into the position of having to kill for Akane to be able to survive his killing game.

But, while looking at "Yuki"s memories of her heartbreak and depression at the death of the girl she loved so much, another emotion invaded his mind.

Sadness.

He hated it.

And now, he was feeling the same every time he looked at Kiyotaka.

"Hey Utsuro, are you ok?"

"Huh?" Makoto's voice immediately brought him back from his thoughts, making him realize that everyone had already left the room to investigate, leaving him and Makoto alone "Y-yeah, it's just that I was thinking on... something"

"Alright" With a small smile on his lips, the luckster left the room too, walking towards the stairs "We should take a look at the third floor too, to see if there's any clue that could help us, don't you think?"

He just nodded, even though he couldn't reciprocate his hope.

After all, why the Ultimate Despair would give hope if not to destroy it later?

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The third floor of the old building of Hope's Peak Academy wasn't nothing special, being compromised of two classrooms and the Rec, Art and Physics rooms.

The Rec room ended up being pretty uninteresting, being just what he thought it would be, but the other two rooms ended up being more... surprising.

Surprising, but in different ways.

The Art room didn't seem to be any more interesting than the Rec room, but, when Makoto entered the repository on the back of the room, he found something.

A photo of his dead classmates.

From before the Tragedy started.

Makoto was clearly confused at the picture, thanks to his memories from his and his classmates' time on the school having been extracted from their minds, but whatever questions he had were nipped right on the bud thanks to Junko, who sent a Monokuma to take the photo out of his hands, and presumably destroy it.

Clearly irritated at Junko's secrecy, Makoto left the room in a huff, before he started walking towards the Physics lab.

Once he opened the doors into the room, the first thing they saw was the massive machine in the middle of the room.

And then, the still unresponsive Kiyotaka.

At Makoto's wonder towards the machine, a Monokuma sprang to life, before Junko started to spout lies about it being a time machine, before she admitted that it was just an air purifier when Kiyotaka asked her to use it, and stop Chihiro and Mondo's deaths.

It was clear she did just that to torment the Moral Compass with the knowledge that his only friend wasn't going to return ever again.

He wanted to not care about him, that the pit that he felt on his stomach once he saw his broken expression at Junko's lie was just a side effect of becoming a ghost.

But he knew that he was just lying to himself.

It took him a moment to realize that Makoto had left the room, having been so focused on Kiyotaka, but, once he noticed that the luckster wasn't in the room anymore, he left it too, but not before giving the Ultimate Moral Compass one last look that he knew it wasn't going to be reciprocated.

After all, only Makoto could see him.

Once he finally found him, Makoto was already going back to the dining room, a strange object in his hand that he immediately recognized as a camera.

The luckster had to have found it somewhere on the lab, with him not realizing its presence in the room thanks to him getting too distracted with Kiyotaka's pitiful state to pay attention to anything else.

He was sure that it would end up being useless for the remnants of class 78, though.

After all, there wasn't any guarantee that Junko hadn't wiped it clean of any photos that could have been taken before the Tragedy started.

But, once Makoto finally arrived to the room, the uselessness of that camera would stop being his top priority.

Because a certain swimmer gave them a new thing to worry about.

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First that strange photo with Leon, Mondo and Chihiro he found in the Art room, and now the pink camera on his hands.

He had a lot of questions about it, and he was hoping that the others could answer them.

But, once he entered in the dining room, all of those thoughts left his head for a second, because he ended up seeing someone who he, and everyone, thought that they weren't going to be out of their room for the entire day.

Aoi.

She already looked to be better from that stomachache Sakura told them she got, but still, she still looked a bit nervous.

And he had a feeling that it wasn't just because of everyone surrounding her.

He decided to leave that feeling on the back-burner for now, instead focusing on telling the others about what he found on the third floor.

The mystery of the camera was solved pretty quickly, having been a possession of Hifumi's, a possession that he immediately gave away once he realized that it had been "mishandled", in his eyes, but he wasn't able to get any answers from the others about that mysterious photo in the Art room, only getting told that it had to be some forgery made by the mastermind to screw with their minds.

He didn't believed that, though.

That photo looked too real to be a simple edition.

But, if it was real, when it was taken?

He took a look towards Utsuro. He really wanted to ask him if he knew something about it, but that idea just felt wrong.

Maybe, it would be better for him to discover this mystery by himself.

Everyone was already ready to finish the meeting, when Celestia told them that there was still one thing that was bothering her.

And that was Aoi's supposed stomachache.

The gambler clearly didn't believed her, and immediately made her confess the real reason why she decided to stay on her room.

Only for her true answer to be even more surprising.

She saw a ghost.

Chihiro's ghost.

That immediately caught his attention. And, judging by the sudden movement of purple light he noticed at the corner of his eye, Utsuro's as well.

If Chihiro had returned as a ghost, that could mean that everyone else who had died in this sadistic game could have returned too.

Including Sayaka.

Once Aoi told them that she found the supposed "ghost" on one of the lockers of the bathhouse, everyone, except the still depressed Kiyotaka, immediately ran there.

But, once they arrived, and took a look, the only thing inside the locker was a laptop.

A laptop he recognized.

It was that broken laptop he saw on the library. Apparently, Chihiro was able to repair it before his death, and hid it here from the mastermind, owning to the fact that it was the only room without a security camera on it.

But, why he would do that?

At Kyoko's urging, he turned on the computer, where he saw a icon only labeled as "Alter Ego", an icon that, once Kyoko clicked on it, revealed a digital copy of Chihiro himself.

Thanks to Kyoko asking him, they soon discovered that he was some kind of close-to-self-aware, learning AI, that Chihiro created to investigate some encrypted files inside the computer.

Files that could help them know the reason behind their imprisonment.

It was no ghost Chihiro, of course, but it really felt like if the programmer had returned from the dead, and, with Kyoko promising them that she would keep an eye on the decryption process, they left the bathhouse in high spirits.

Only for Monokuma to appear on front of them, the mastermind clearly wanting to know what they were doing inside.

Thankfully, Celestia was able to convince him that they were just wanting to take a bath inside, and they were just choosing who was going to go first, with her and the other girls going back inside to sell the lie.

Monokuma seemed to have bought her lie, but, before he left, he pushed to them the idea of taking a peep on the girls bathing.

He knew that something like that wasn't ok, but the idea of seeing them naked was too enticing to pass.

What should he do?

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Once he went back to his room, Makoto immediately threw himself onto his bed, clearly exhausted by everything that had happened.

Not only he fell into the temptation of peeping at his female classmates bathing that Junko planted on their brains, but she decided to give them another motive when not even 24 hours had went by since the last trial.

A motive he found stupid.

Seriously, money? Why Junko would think that anyone would kill for money?

He shook his head. It would be better for the remnants of his sanity to stop thinking about that.

Floating closer towards Makoto, who was still lying face down onto the bed, he couldn't help but to tease him about his earlier bout of teenage hormones "So, still thinking about the girls, Makoto Naegi?"

The luckster immediately lifted up his head from the bed, cheeks flushed and a annoyed expression on his face, before answering him with a indignated tone on his voice "That isn't funny, Utsuro" But, as soon as he lifted his head, he left it fall again onto the bed, his voice losing its previous edge and becoming more subdued "But, I wasn't thinking about that..."

He could feel his irritation surface again, making him growl instinctively.

Makoto had to be thinking about that stupid motive, clearly.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Makoto's voice caught him off-guard, but he was able to hide his surprise behind a veneer of disinterest before he could even notice it.

"Nothing, go to sleep now Makoto Naegi"

"Then, why you were growling just moments ago?" Of course he noticed it, he couldn't help but to think in annoyance.

But, no matter how hard he tried to not saw anything on the matter, there was again that something behind Makoto's gaze that was fastly wearing down his defenses, making him sure that he wouldn't last long against them.

He knew that he would end up telling him eventually, so why bother with hiding it anymore? "It's just that... this new motive is stupid"

"Do you mean, the... money? But why?"

"Why? Because who the hell would kill for money!?" Ok, he maybe had raised his voice a bit too much, but Makoto did not seemed to have been deterred by it.

Because he immediately answered him "I don't know, but I still admit the possibility of someone actually doing it. After all, just because you think that this motive is dumb, it doesn't mean that everyone would think the same as you, right?"

Using his own words against him, huh?

Huffing in irritation at not having anything to say against his question, he just stood there in silence, trying to avoid eye contact with Makoto until the luckster talked again:

"I couldn't help but to notice how, since the end of Fujisaki's trial, you've spent all the time looking at Ishimaru, why's that?"

A shiver went through his crossed arms, the memories of his amnesiac self once again flooding his brain, and showing him that same image again and again.

A despondent Akane, eyes devoid of life, on the other side of her room's door "Because... it isn't the first time I've seen something like that happen"

"What do you me-?" Makoto didn't even finished his question when his expression changed into one of deep thought, and soon then, one of horrified understanding "Oh..."

"Yeah..." He didn't needed to say anything else. After all, Makoto had clearly understood what he was trying to say.

"Can... can you tell me what happened?"

It was just a little question, but it felt like his throat was being crushed by a unfathomable force.

Like he had fell back into the ocean below the destroyed lab.

He let out a 'breath', trying to keep those memories away from his mind, before answering him "Of course. A murder, and its trial, had already taken place by then, and the class had ended up divided into two groups thanks to it, so tensions were high between everyone, and not everyone was taking it well, things that became much worse once Monokuma revealed the second motive for the killing game: Our deepest, and darkest, secrets. Secrets that were given randomly to everyone, to make sure we didn't got our own secret"

"Wait a second, you couldn't get your own secrets?" Makoto immediately inquired, clearly surprised by that different between their killing games.

"Yeah, Monokuma probably thought that it would have been more interesting that way, but that's not important" At the luckster's unsure nodding, he continued "The thing is that, thanks to this, one of my classmates freaked out, forcing me, and another one of my classmates, to find her and console her, completely unaware of what she was going to eventually do"

"She tried to murder someone, I suppose..." Makoto's voice sounded a bit less joyful, having laid his head over his crossed arms, a sad expression on his face.

Clearly, this narration of his made him remember the deaths that had already went by in this killing game.

He nodded briefly, before continuing "She somehow found my secret, and after reading it, she decided that I was too much of a threat to keep living" And she was right, he couldn't help but to think "So, she asked our other classmate to meet her in secret, where she tried to convince her to help her with her plan to kill me, to give her a chance to escape, only to find herself with a knife in the stomach after she tried to kill her once she rejected her offer, forcing the other girl to run away, too scared out of her mind to notice that someone else caught her running away from the room"

"I don't like where this is going..." It was a quiet mumble, to the point that he almost didn't heard it, the only sign that those words were said was Makoto's still sullen expression.

He knew what he was thinking about.

After all, he also noticed the similarities.

"If you're thinking that someone strung up her body like what Byakuya Togami did to Chihiro Fujisaki's, you would be incorrect" At his words, Makoto immediately perked up from his position, a curious expression now in his face "That classmate of ours that caught her escape wasn't like that rich idiot that you call 'your classmate'. She was... different"

"With different, you mean that she was a friend of one of those girls, right?" Makoto's deduction made him feel a pang of... something, something that he was able to recognize as the same thing he couldn't help but to feel every time he saw Akane and Ayame together.

Something that always made him hate seeing them together.

Letting out a soft growl, and swallowing those feelings before Makoto noticed them, he answered him "Yes, she was... friends with the fleeing girl, so, when she to the room from she had run away, and found their half-dead classmate, she knew immediately what this would mean for her, so she took the knife and finished the job, making sure that she would be the one who would die at Monokuma's paws instead"

After hearing that, Makoto's expression twisted into some combination of horrified shock and pity, clearly upset with what happened to the two lovebirds, a feeling that he couldn't reciprocate "That's even worse than I thought..."

"You can imagine that our little almost-blackened didn't took this revelation well" Remembering again "Yuki"s memories of the despaired Akane, the negative feelings he felt towards Ayame faded out once more to the depths of his mind, being substituted by that heartache he couldn't stop feeling every time he saw back that hopeless expression in her features "She spent the next three days in the same state Kiyotaka Ishimaru is now, until the day the new motive was revealed, where her despair became so intense that she tried to end her own life, and be back with her, only failing because we stopped her, and comforted her, in time.

"Still, it was a miracle that we were able to find her before she could take her own life..."

The room then fell into silence, neither of them saying anything for a short while, before Makoto opened his mouth:

"You're worried that Ishimaru could end up doing the same thing your classmate did because of Owada's death, right?"

He wasn't worried about him, it was just that a death by suicide would make the game boring, he immediately thought to convince himself to stop caring about his former upperclassman.

And to stop think about how painfully familiar his pain was for him "Yeah, I am..."

"Hey, if it makes you feel better, tomorrow I could keep an eye on Ishimaru, to make sure he doesn't do anything... dangerous"

He shouldn't have been surprised by Makoto's suggestion by this point, but no matter what, the luckster's genuine selflessness and sympathy for others always took his cynical self off-guard.

Just like she always did "T-thanks..."

After his answer, Makoto once again changed his position on the bed, this time to finally go to sleep, before giving him a last look for the day "See you tomorrow, Utsuro"

Giving the luckster a nod as an answer, Makoto closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep, leaving him once again alone with his thoughts.

Thoughts about both this game, and the one he was sent to make.

And the pain he was starting to feel when he thought about them.

#my writing #Dangan Ronpa #danganronpa #trigger happy havoc #danganronpa fangame #danganronpa another #dra #super danganronpa another 2 #sdra2 #makoto naegi #utsuro

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objectum-confessions · 1 year ago

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Hot take, I'm glad the objectum community is getting more visibility, yes shitty people can find it too but that also means more objectum people who might not have even known there was a word for it can find community

yeah, i personally only found out about objectum because it's somewhat popular nowadays. i see a lot of people saying they used to be ashamed and felt bad about their objectum attraction before finding the community, i've never felt that but i def understand the feeling, and im very glad people are finding a place to express themselves and understand their identity and be who they are!

i do see why some people might prefer the community stay small though, because yeah, being exposed to the non obj people means there is going to be negativity and they're going to invade our spaces calling us weird and cringe and post express their hate and disgust and that is pretty scary for lots of us. to me, as i said, visibility can be either positive or negative depending on who's being exposed to the community. it's a complicated nuanced subject for sure

#confession #hot take #objectum #objectum community

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gabberteeth · 4 years ago

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ah yes. time for another installment of 'rudy slaps layers of colors on top of eachother for 2 hours until the art looks okay then doesn't know which version looks the okay-est'

#invader zim #iz #iz gir #iz zim #not obj show art #super neat art tag!#eyestrain #eyestrain tw

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handeaux · 6 years ago

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Flying Saucers Invade Cincinnati! (Maybe)

Flying Saucers made headline news in Cincinnati on 7 July 1947. The term “unidentified flying object” or UFO had not even been invented when Terrace Park housewife, Betty Stollmaier, spotted two gleaming disks sailing northward. According to the Enquirer, she

“ . . . described the objects as ‘shiny silver plates’ about the size of phonograph records. The visible surfaces gave off brilliant reflected light but there was no sign of flame associated with jet propulsion, she said.”

Five years later, In response to thousands of such accounts, the Air Force created Project Blue Book. From 1952 until 1970, the Project Blue Book collected thousands of civilian reports of unidentified flying objects and shipped them to Wright Patterson Air Force Base for analysis. Eventually, Project Blue book issued a set of official findings best summarized as “How should we know?”.

Many Blue Book reports originated from Cincinnati and some of them make entertaining reading. You may enjoy kibitzing as the Air Force’s investigators attempt to make sense of some of the Cincinnati incidents.

A 5 October 1959 report from Deer Park described a silent, 150-foot-long, cigar-shaped craft with several windows, glowing from within. This vehicle drifted straight toward the 13-year-old observer and then vanished. The young man sent a handwritten affadavit describing all this to the Air Force. The official file includes an interesting footnote:

“Subsequent rpts fm the same witness indicates that he rpts any obj or light in the sky w/his own interpretation that they are ‘flying saucers’. There is also the strong probability that some of these rpts are imaginary.”

Then there was the housewife “active in church and community affairs,” who, in 1968, reported a flying saucer chasing an airplane just east of where Northgate Mall is now located. According to the questionnaire she filled out for the Air Force, she:

“Saw aeroplane in full moonlight with unround circle of light trailing plane, some distance behind plane.”

TWA Flight 128 had recently crashed on approach to the Greater Cincinnati Airport and this observer thought there was a connection:

“I was alarmed when I saw the seemingly saucer chasing the jet plane. (Guess it was a jet.) A jet plane had crashed and I thought that this plane or jet might be in danger. This was the reason I called our airport. I thought this might be the reason some jets crash.”

It appears that this “seemingly saucer” was a small Cessna airplane towing an electric advertising sign. The Air Force found a local pilot who towed such signs and Blue Book investigators were able to match his flight schedules with several reports of unidentified flying objects.

Reading some Cincinnati UFO reports, you can just imagine the Air Force officers pulling their closely cropped hair out. A good example is provided by an advertising manager for Dubois Chemicals on 18 July 1957. Apparently located somewhere near Mount Healthy (Blue Book reports are redacted to remove names, addresses and telephone numbers), he reported that eight observers had witnessed two bright blue lights, trailed by a bright red light. Beyond that? Not much. A handwritten note in the file expresses the investigating officer’s frustration:

“With exception of statement that he saw UFO, he can give us nothing (or remembers nothing) on the size, shape, elevation, direction, and other basic data – generally remembered or given by UFO observers. Also contradicts himself.”

The questionnaire itself is scribbled on like a grade school essay. At one point the questionnaire requests a drawing of the object. The observer supplied only a weirdly curved line, almost as though his pen had accidentally slipped. The Air Force investigator wrote next to it, “Is this it?”

When a set of photographs landed on the Project Blue Book desk in 1967, the Air Force immediately sent off a questionnaire to the photographer in Pleasant Ridge. They wanted, obviously, to know more about this amazing sighting, despite the photographer’s admission that he was only 11½ years old:

“I am sending two pictures of what I saw Wednesday, Sept. 20, 1967, about 4:00 p.m. at [redacted], Cincinnati, Ohio, taken with a small camera. To me it looked about as big or a little bigger than a station wagon.”

The Air Force waited, and waited, and waited. Additional information and the original negatives were not forthcoming, so the file was closed. The typed summary merely notes that no requested information was submitted. A handwritten note suggests a little more skepticism:

“Photos are very similar to a Frisbee.”

The Air Force was less eager to dismiss a 5 April 1966 report from a Catholic priest teaching at Roger Bacon High School. On his way to church around 6:06 a.m., the priest reported:

“There, to the west, was a very bright orange object which appeared to hover 2,000 to 3,000 feet above the ground. It had the shape of a pancake, but thicker in the center with a definite bulge top-side.”

The priest himself was at first skeptical:

“Naturally, I thought it was a plane at first – banking and catching the early rays of the sun. Many things went through my mind . . . but especially the fact that, so I thought, the sun hadn’t risen enough by that time to reflect off the object – hence the object must be its own light source.”

The Air Force decided it must be sunlight reflecting off a normal aircraft.

The Norwood Searchlight incident of 1949, probably the most famous UFO recorded from Cincinnati, never made it into Project Blue Book.Most Cincinnati reports got filed as flights of birds, the moon, light reflecting from clouds, meteors, “other (confusing data),” and, of course, weather balloons.

#ufo #Unidentified Flying Objects #Project Blue Book #flying saucer

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won-heol · 8 years ago

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Neither Innocent Nor Guilty

Pairing: Wonho x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings(?): rough sex, semi-public, hair pulling

Summary: Lawyer!AU ~ In which you triumph over the infamously powerful prosecutor, Shin Hoseok, in court, so he finds another way to get what he wants in the courthouse bathroom.

[disclaimer] All of my knowledge about courtroom/legal procedure is wholly derived from my love of legal dramas and shouldn’t be taken as factual, lol.

“Isn’t it true you killed your son, Ms. Choi? You were angry that he planned to abandon you for the woman you had strongly opposed, tainting the family reputation you hold so dearly to yourself. He was going to ruin everything for you, wasn’t he? He was going to ruin that crystalline reputation you had spent so many years perfecting for the public, had spent and sacrificed so much to preserve, and he was going to throw it all away, am I right?”

The mousy woman in front of you wailed, face contorting and twitching in anger and indignation. Tears spilled out of her swollen eyes . “I WOULD NE-”

You continued relentlessly, raising your voice to be heard over hers. “And so you carefully plotted his death, didn’t you, Ms. Choi? You were so driven by your anger that you felt the only way to resolve it was to kill him yourself and to pin it on your maid-”

“OBJECTION!” The tall, broad-shouldered prosecutor shot upwards from his seat, eyes blazing as he stared incredulously at you, fists slamming into his table. “HEARSAY!”

“-AND YOU POISONED YOUR OWN SON, YOUR VERY OWN FLESH AND BLOOD, THE CHILD YOU RAISED WITH YOUR OWN HANDS FOR 20 YEARS AND 5 MONTHS, WAS IT, MS. CHOI, AND YOU USED THOSE SAME HANDS THAT CODDLED AND FED HIM, SHAPED HIM INTO THE PROMISING, KIND YOUNG MAN HE WAS, TO POUR THAT ARSENIC INTO HIS VERY LAST MEAL, THAT LAST MEAL THAT HE ATE HAPPILY AND INNOCENTLY, FULLY BELIEVING IT WAS PREPARED BY A MOTHER THAT LOVED HIM.” You were shouting now, passion boiling in your veins as you rained the onslaught of attacks on her as she sobbed messily into her hands. The jury gaped at the scene with a unanimously shared look of muted horror.

“OBJE-”

“I heard you the first time, Mr. Shin.” The judge silenced him with an abysmal wave of his hand. The prosecutor snapped his mouth shut in anger, the muscle in his jaw jumping as he clenched it. “Overruled. Ms. (Y/L/N) elicits a crucial development that is integral the proceedings of this court. As for you, Ms. (Y/L/N), I would thank you restrain yourself and to get to your point.”

You nodded tightly, shooting a defiant half-smile at the prosecutor, stomach flipping as you watched his eyes darken. “You fed your son a meal laced with arsenic with your own blood-covered hands as he looked on at you with nothing but love and ignorance. You watched the bright light fade from his eyes as he convulsed on your living room floor, and now you sit here, still refusing to take responsibility for your abhorrent actions. Instead you choose to not just end one life, but even more. Instead, you place the blame on the maid who has been employed by your family for a decade, the maid who is a single mother with 3 young children that depend on her for their living. So, I’ll ask you one more time, Mrs. Choi. Isn’t it true that you killed your son?”

The prosecutor had his fists balled at his sides, muscles coiling under the fabric of his tight fitting suit, his full lips drawn straight in a tight line. You did your best not to think of those hands on you, pinning you against a table. Your thoughts were scattered and incoherent under his gaze. He stared at you intently, wondering exactly who this new lawyer was that had broken his reputation as the shark of the prosecutors. It was guaranteed, or at least it had been before you, that the defendant would be jailed whenever they were pitted against him. He’d never seen anyone or anything like you before, so terrifying and formidable in the courtroom. Not to mention how perfectly your pencil skirt hugged every curve on your body, how your blouse enunciated the curve of your chest and highlighted the graceful curve of your neck. A match for him. More than that, even. When your tongue had darted out to wet your bottom lip as you concentrated on your papers, he had practically dropped all his papers, only barely playing it off as a slip of his fingers.

You did your best to ignore his burning eyes, focusing instead on the disheveled woman in front of you.

“I-I-I only wanted to protect him,” she gasped brokenly, entire body shaking in the effort to speak clearly. “I wanted to protect my h-husband. He killed my son,” she slurred, “he killed him.”

The jury inhaled sharply at her confession, a cacophony of murmurs breaking out in the group.

You released a small breath of relief, turning to give your client a warm smile. She had collapsed against her chair in disbelief, tears of joy welling in her large eyes as she returned it.

The jury barely needed any time to converge, returning after only a few minutes. Despite your confidence in your argument, you found your leg bouncing nervously, jostling your robes. You bit your bottom lip subconsciously, wanting nothing more than for the judge to hurry up and call the case.

“Nervous?” mouthed the prosecutor across the room, cocky smile twisting his full lips.

You tried to ignore how his broad chest pulled the fabric of his suit tight across his body, clinging to every muscle, outlining his godly figure. How was it even legal that someone like him was a prosecutor? You could feel the weight of his gaze on your body, burning and heavy, and you suddenly felt as if your mouth was very, very, dry. All you could do was scoff and turn to face pointedly away from him.

The corner of his mouth lifted as if he knew what you were thinking. Cocky bastard.

Both of you straightened as the judge cleared his throat. “Members of the jury, have you reached a verdict?”

The jury spokesman stood hastily, dotting the sweat beading at the edges of his receding hairline. “Y-yes, your honor.”

The judge glanced upwards. “Members of the jury, on the Case of Korea v. Park, what you say?”

“Your honor, the members of this Jury unanimously find the defendant NOT GUILTY of first degree murder.”

You let out a loud breath, lungs burning, but it was drowned out by the appreciative cries of your client as she threw her arms around you, tears of joy streaming down her face.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she shouted, voice muffled by your hair. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She repeated it over and over again like a mantra, no amount of words able to truly encapsulate the euphoric feeling. She hugged you one last time before running out of the courtroom, undoubtedly to tell her family the good news.

Despite having won your first big case, your thoughts kept wandering back to that sinfully attractive cocky prosecutor; you kept thinking about those long fingers digging into your hair, those full lips pressed against your throat, and that tousled mess of hair that you wanted nothing more than you thread your fingers through while pulling him closer, deeper into your body. “Agh,” you hissed to yourself, fingernails digging into your palm as you walked down the hall. You could feel your cheeks reddening. Couldn’t you have been attracted to anyone else? You reached up and pulled your hair out of the restraining bun so it cascaded down around your shoulders.

“Good,” a voice behind you said, “it looks better down.”

You whirled in surprise. Speak of the fucking devil. There he was, godly proportions, signature arrogant smirk and all, right in front of you. Why do bad things happen to good people? “Shouldn’t you be off somewhere mourning the case you just lost?” you asked, trying to ignore the insidious thoughts invading your mind as you drank in his appearance. He was even more attractive up close like this, the musky scent of his cologne filling your senses.

His eyes darkened slightly, smile a bit more wolfish. “Beginner’s luck.”

Anger sparked in the pit of your stomach, burning from the inside. “Or was it your incompetency as a prosecutor?” you asked lightly, cocking your head to the side and feigning innocence. “It seemed that way when I destroyed your argument in court.”

He growled, low in his throat at this response, eyes glinting. “Destroyed? I don’t remember that happening when I refuted the majority of your claims. Call it…” he paused, pretending to think, “a happy coincidence?”

Your blood boiled at his arrogant smile, crimson tinting your vision as he flashed that infuriating smile at you as he crossed his muscular arms across his chest. “A happy coincidence? When your arrogant, entitled ass couldn’t even figure out the simple, underlying story of who killed whom? It was a simple case, prosecutor. Some shallow black and white case college students are given to analyze. Yet you still lost, unanimously.”

His eyes flashed darkly, and you knew you had gotten under his skin. “Who are you, Ms. Public Defender?” He stepped forward, voice low. You refused to step back, eyes trained on his. “I’d never lost a case before.” Another step forward. “Until you.” The smell of his cologne was all around you now, your thoughts clouding. You were close enough to grab the lapels of his tailored suit, if you wanted to, and you wanted nothing more than to rip it off his body, immediately.

You had to tilt your head back slightly to look up at him now, his frame taking up most of your view. You were glad there wasn’t anyone in the hall anymore. You wrapped a hand around his tie and yanked him forward, teeth grazing his ear. “Don’t take what I’m about to do the wrong way, prosecutor,” you hissed, spitting his title as if it were a curse. Then you pushed him back, your eyes drifting down to his full, soft lips as blood roared in your ears.

He blinked, a small smile crawling along his lips. “Take what the wrong wa-”

And then you were kissing him, furiously taking out all the anger you had bottled up in court when he refuted nearly all of your claims out on his lips now, nipping at his full bottom lip. His lips were as pillowy as they looked, you thought, your hand reaching up to fist in the fabric covering his chest. When he began to say something, you took advantage of his open mouth, sweet peppermint breath mixing with yours, and slipped your tongue in to tangle with his, teasing him until he began to reciprocate with just as much fervor.

When you finally broke the kiss he was panting and breathless, pupils blown with lust. Just as you began to step back, his arm caught you behind your back, pulling you into his chest. His lips, swollen from your violent kiss, grazed your ear. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since you first stepped into the courtroom,” he growled, jaw clenched in restraint. “Don’t continue to do this to me unless you want the consequences.”

You could feel his bulge through the layers of clothing, throbbing against you. There wasn’t anything you wanted more. “Bathroom. Now.”

He didn’t hesitate, lifting you immediately and crashing through the doors of the bathroom, setting you harshly down on the cool marble of the counter. You pulled him in for another passionate kiss, heels digging into his back to push him closer into you, his bulge pushing deliciously into your crotch as your hands pushed his jacket off of his broad shoulders. An inferno grew in the pit of your stomach, growing uncomfortably warm, heat rushing down in between your legs. He moaned into your mouth, fingers gripping the edges of your blouse and ripping it open. The buttons flew and pinged against the floor but you had no patience to even complain.

“Hoseok,” he groaned in between needy, sloppy kisses against your jaw, your neck, “my name is Shin Hoseok.”

You pushed him backwards and slid off the counter, turning him with you so that your places were reversed, his back to the counter, and you dropped to your knees. “(Y/N),” you replied breathlessly as your fingers undid the buttons of his shirt, fingers grazing down his broad chest to the defined ridges of his abs. He shuddered under your touch, fingers gripping the edge of the counter so tightly his knuckles whitened. You fumbled with his belt for a second, and he let out a noise of impatience that traveled straight down to your core. Finally, you got that damned belt off of him and hurriedly yanked his pants down with his boxers, which pooled around his ankles.

He was big. Much bigger than you had expected. It sprang loose from the confines of his boxers and he hissed from the sudden feeling of cool air. Tentatively, you took him in your hand, your thumb and middle finger only barely able to touch one another. He bucked against your hand, groaning as he threw his head back. You looked up at him through your lashes. His head was thrown back, neck muscle tense and jaw clenched tightly, fingers digging into the counter as he swelled in your hand. You hadn’t even done anything yet. You licked a long, experimental stripe from the base to the tip, lapping up the beads of precum that had gathered there, tonguing at the slit. He tasted salty, a distinct edge to him that you had never tasted before. You licked another long stripe, from his balls to the tip.

“Fuck,” he hissed darkly, hips canting. You hummed against him, licking and teasing, working your way up and down the curve of his thick cock, until finally he couldn’t take anymore, his fingers fisting almost painfully into your hair. “Did you forget how to suck cock, (Y/N)?” he asked, pressing the tip against your swollen, glistening lips. “I can remind you.”

You smirked, satisfied with his response, and opened your mouth wide to take him into your throat, sucking him down deep. You looked up at him with wide eyes, fingernails digging into the skin of his muscular thigh with each downward suck, your cheeks hollowing. A string of curses fell from his mouth as he watched you, your full, glistening, ruby red lips wrapped tight around him as you sucked obediently. His fingers threading their way into your hair so he could guide your head as you bobbed.

But you were still going too shallowly. He fingers tightened in your hair and shoved himself as far back into your throat as he could. You choked at the sudden intrusion, air escaping your lungs as he forced your head all the way down, groaning loudly. You moaned as the tip hit the back of your throat and gaggedas you relaxed your throat so he could slam you back down again to the base.

“Shit, you look so good with your lips wrapped around my cock,” he groaned, as you took him in again and again, your cheeks flushed pink, drool and precum dripping down out of the edges of your mouth as he fucked your face. The lewd sounds of him sliding in and out of your mouth echoed in the empty bathroom. “Just like that,” he hissed, hips bucking as you hummed against him, “so fucking good for me.” Just as you began to feel as if your throat could take no more abuse, Hoseok released you. You pulled off with a wet pop, breathless and wrecked.

A shiver of pleasure worked down to his groin upon seeing you like this, your clothes torn and ruined, lips swollen, hair mussed, with drool and his precum leaking from the corners of your mouth. “As much as I would like to finish in that pretty little mouth of yours,” he said as he yanked you up and bent you over the counter, switching positions again, “I know how much you must want me to fuck you.”

You could only let out a coarse mewl in agreement, pushing your hips outwards desperately.

He pushed your pencil skirt upwards and yanked your panties down impatiently. You let out a heady moan in response, wanting nothing more that for him to be fucking you until you forgot your name. He positioned himself at your dripping core, barely pushing the tip in. You cried out in abject frustration.

“Tsk, tsk, so wet already?” You could hear the smile in his voice as he leaned close, his muscled chest pressing against your bare back. “Who knew you would be so submissive to me?”

You almost cried in desperation from the lack of anything. “Please,” you begged hoarsely, “please.”

Hoseok nipped at your shoulder, chills erupting every place his full lips ghosted over. “Please what?” he murmured, pushing half an inch deeper.

You moaned at the feeling of being spread so infinitesimally wider, juices pooling between your legs, but he refused to move. Not even an inch. “Please fuck me already, Hoseok, fuck me!” you gasped, in almost a sob of sheer frustration.

He plunged his full length into you without warning, giving you no time to adjust to his large size. You swallowed a sharp cry of pain at the sudden fullness. The euphoric feeling of being so completely filled overrode all your other senses. He pistoned into you relentlessly, every thrust rocking you against the counter, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. “God, you’re so unbelievably tight,” he snarled, his hips smacking into yours with force that had you screwing your eyes shut, mouth gaping in a silent cry of ecstasy. Hoseok shoved three of his fingers into your mouth and you sucked on them gratefully, as they were the only things keeping you from screaming.

“What?” he growled, watching him fuck into you in the reflection of the mirror, your chin against your chest as your breasts bounced with each one of his deep thrusts. “Are you afraid someone will hear us? Someone will hear you mewling for me, begging for me to fuck you?” He continued to pound into you, almost animalistically, feeding the growing inferno flaming in the deep pit of your stomach, growing almost unbearably hot. “But you want to get caught, don’t you, (Y/N)? You want people to see you getting fucked like this in public, don’t you?”

He rolled his hips into yours deliciously. You felt delirious, only capable of moaning incoherently as you watched him fuck you. He was right, the high chance of the two of you getting caught and the thought that everyone could hear you only served to increase your arousal. As one of your hands drifted down to your clit, he grabbed it and pinned it behind you. “Only I am allowed to make you cum. Don’t touch yourself.” He pressed his cheeck agaisnt the side of your head, still maintaing eye contact with you in the mirror as he rammed himself into you, over and over. “I’ve wanted to fuck your pretty little ass since the second you stepped into the courtroom,” he rasped, “with that tight little skirt teasing me.”

You could only gasp as he continued to push into you, impossibly faster.

“I couldn’t even focus on my arguments, thinking about how pretty your pink mouth would look like wrapped tight around my cock.” He groaned lowly at his own words, sending vibrations throughout your entire body.

“Deeper, Hoseok, harder!” You were wrecked, your hair tousled, your cheeked pressed against the countertop as you arched your back for him to hit even deeper inside of you.

“Fuck,” he managed, snapping his hips. He pressed into the small of your back, forcing you to arch even further.

He hit a place in you that caused black to dance in your vision, sight blurring in front of you. “FUCK! HOSEOK!” You were sure the whole courthouse could hear you now, but you couldn’t care less.

“Found it,” he whispered. Hoseok repeatedly thrusted into the same place, over and over, and you felt the telltale prickles of your orgasm building, the coil in your stomach tightening even more.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” you cried, “harder, harder!” Hoseok released the hand he had pinned behind your back to grab onto your hips, lifting you and slamming you back down on him with every thrust. Low groans rumbled from his chest at every noise you made. You ruined him. He lost focus every time you clenched around him, desperately trying to milk out his orgasm.

Hoseok fisted a hand into your hair and yanked your head back, forcing you to look at your reflection. You barely recognized yourself in the mirror, eyes rolling back into your head in pleasure, drool trailing down the corner of your mouth. Hoseok caught your eyes in the mirror. “Watch me fuck you,” he snarled, his face next to yours in the reflection, hips slamming against yours and muscular chest pressed flush against your back as he fucked into you. A thin sheen of sweat covered his god-like body, jaw clenching in concentration as he buried himself into you again and again, never breaking eye contact with you the mirror. “You like watching me fuck you, (Y/N)?” He pulled your head to the side and sucked gently on the sensitive skin on your throat, causing chills to travel down your entire body and your knees to buckle.

“Hoseok-” you managed through breathy moans and gasps as you approached your high, “Hoseok, I’m going to come.”

Another wave of heat shot straight down to his groin upon hearing you say those words, your voice so breathy and needy for him. He reached down with one arm to rub circles on that sensitive nub. You cried out, your hand reaching up to dig into his muscular forearm, fingernails pressing in so deeply the nearly broke the skin.

“Scream my name,” he demanded, his own rhythm faltering as he neared his own orgasm, “I want to hear you.”

You screamed, white exploding in your vision as the coil in the pit of your stomach unraveled completely, pleasure igniting every nerve in your body, your entire body writhing in absolute euphoric satisfaction. “HOSEOK!” It was the strongest orgasm you had ever experienced, rocketing throughout your entire body in waves. Your finger nails dug so deeply into his forearm you drew blood. You don’t know how many times you screamed his name.

Hoseok stiffened behind you, body going taut like a bow as he released his heat into you, yanking your hips flush against his as he came. Ribbon after ribbon of his cum filled you and leaked out of your abused hole as he thrusted shallowly to ride out the rest of his orgasm. He groaned your name into your ear, dark and sexy. It sounded so right coming from him in that deep purr, claiming you as his.

You remained trembling against the cold surface of the countertop for a few seconds before regaining any of your senses. The bathroom was silent except for the sound of your combined heavy breaths. Hoseok pulled out slowly. You heard him step away and reach to the side to pull out a wad of paper towels to soak up the cum dripping down your thighs.

His fingers were so gentle now. He was slow and careful, fingers trailing softly against the places where his hands had gripped you so tightly you bruised.

“I’ve got it,” you whispered, even though you wanted him to continue. You pushed yourself up from the counter as he stepped back.

The two of you redressed in a comfortable silence. Hoseok leaned back against the countertop as he buttoned his shirt and folded the cuffs back, a teasing smile on his lips.

You tried to ignore that flashing bright smile, sure that so many other girls had seen it before, instead busying yourself with the your ruined blouse. “Ah,” you whispered to yourself as you fumbled, “there’s really nothing I can do about these buttons…” You sighed, glancing at what remained of your blouse’s buttons scattered haphazardly around the floor. “You owe me a new shirt.” You glared pointedly at Hoseok, who choked out a surprised laugh.

He pushed away from the counter, reaching out to pull you in close again. All the breath escaped your lungs as he draped his suit jacket around you, buttoning it up slowly, his head bowing above yours as he fastened each button. “There,” he said, satisfied.

“Thanks,” you muttered drily, “but it doesn’t make up for a blouse.”

Hoseok laughed again, a sweet, gentle sound that contrasted so greatly with the rough sex you had just had. “Ok, Ms. Public Defender, I promise I will next time.”

Next time? Your chest constricted at his words. But before you could open your mouth to make a snappy response, he cut you off.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), but I guess I ‘took this the wrong way’.” His words may have simulated an apology, but there was nothing apologetic about his blinding smile. “Let’s not meet again like this. I want a date instead. How about I pick you up at 7 tomorrow, from where ever it is you live.”

You responded before you even realized. “8, and I’m going to your place.”

Hoseok’s grin widened. “See you in court.”

A/N: Forgive me, lord, for I have sinned. Requests for all groups are currently open! Feel free to drop a request (or just say hi!)

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The 10 Best Careers in the Video Games Industry

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With quick development year on year, the computer game industry has actually come a long way because the halcyon days of Pong and also Room Invaders. With the help of well-known AAA franchises such as Phone call of Responsibility, Assassin’s Creed as well as Grand Theft Car, video games are currently extra profitable than the film and also songs industries combined. This sector is predicted to be worth around $300 billion by 2025.

With this in mind, there’s never ever been a better time to go after a job in the video game market. To use some concepts of where you may suit, we’ve put together a list of one of the most essential roles.

If you have the skills talked about, you are determined to prosper, and you have a real interest for video games, after that there’s no reason why one of them can’t be yours. If you want to obtain involved in one of the most significant as well as fastest-growing business sectors in the globe, pay focus: right here are the 10 finest video game professions.

1)– Game-Developer-. Although computer game production is an extremely joint effort, it’s fair to state that developers are at the core of whatever. They are in charge of programming all the visual ideas, animations and also seems into the actual video game itself.

As a result, they require to understand the bigger vision of the game’s creators, along with possess the technological proficiency to implement it. While a level in computer science (or a related area) is normally a requisite for this, numerous effective developers are really self-taught, developing their abilities by dealing with informal adjustments, adding to follower jobs or perhaps constructing their very own video games from the ground up.

At the larger manufacturing homes, such as EA, Rockstar Gamings and Bethesda, many programmers take place to be experts in specific areas of game development, consisting of engine advancement, controls and also interface, or expert system.

2)– Musician-. If you originate from a creative or creative background, after that there are plenty of chances within the market for gifted developers that can imagine, conceptualise and produce entire video game worlds. Functioning carefully with the game’s style as well as growth leads, you ‘d be responsible for imagining the aesthetic of the gameplay. On larger jobs, this would certainly consist of structures, histories as well as landscapes, while, as a result of the fast development of computer system graphics systems, there is also currently a high need for those who have a talent in animal as well as personality layout.

Computer game globes are not tightened by the real-life restrictions that media manufacturings are, either, so if you have a vibrant imagination and also a proven design background, this could be the gig for you.

3)– Animator-. Animators take the aesthetic principles that have been produced by the art department as well as, utilizing expert software application that is straightened to the game’s graphics engine as well as technical restrictions, make them come alive.

This consists of making personality movements as natural as possible, as well as virtually recreating the activities of other things, such as vehicles, tools and other gameplay-related devices.

At the larger studios, specifically when servicing high-budget AAA titles, your work would certainly be supplemented by added modern technologies, such as motion-capturing human actors, or utilizing the services of ballistics experts and physicists to recreate surges or tools activity within the video game.

4)– QA-Tester-. Computer game are complicated productions and, as a result, commonly consist of coding and technological errors that can affect the gameplay. To make sure that a video game is launched and devoid of errors, manufacturing firms use quality control testers to locate and record them so that they can be taken care of. This duty can sometimes be romanticised as ‘playing video games for a living’, the reality is different. Your task is to attempt as well as ‘damage’ the game, and because of launch target dates, the hrs can be lengthy as well as recurring, particularly when you are trying to recreate an insect that you located. It is, howewer, still a very desirable task and also a terrific means for striving designers to break into the market.

5)– Audio-Engineer-. If your know-how hinges on the production and also recording of audio and also audio results, after that there is a strong need for your services in the video game industry.

Sound is an extremely important part of modern-day pc gaming. It is a very efficient method to develop environments as well as make certain elements of the video game much more genuine or engaging. You might be needed to situate and also tape genuine tool appears for a historical shooter game, or produce brand-new audios from nothing for a futuristic sci-fi game.

On larger scale productions, you’ll likewise have to deal with composers and also voice actors to tape music and dialogue, indicating you’ll likewise need to have considerable studio experience.

6)– Game-Designer-. Computer game designers are the enthusiasts that are in charge of the general direction of the video game’s innovative elements. As regularly generating suggestions, they need to be sharp project managers, qualified of dealing with obstacles or finding means to circumnavigate technological or financial constraints. They also need to be able to interact their vision plainly to their team, specifically on more intricate tasks.

Lots of designers start from the bottom, dealing with small indie jobs and also finding out at work. With success, they can after that start pitching ideas to workshops or, sometimes, obtain headhunted to lead certain tasks. If their initial result gains adequate commercial interest, some also begin their own workshops.

Building an effective profession as a game developer calls for a lot of persistence, dedication and also a capability to take care of rejection, however, for the select few who make it, it’s a very paid dream role.

7)– Professional-Gamer-. With the substantial appeal of multiplayer-specific video games such as FIFA, Counter-Strike as well as Dota, devoted gamers can currently translate their talent and also experience into a paycheque. Expert video gaming– or eSports as it’s much better recognized– is a quickly evolving area, with one of the most elite players able to draw in sizeable sponsorships as well as prize money via competitors as well as events.

The extremely leading gamers, such as Johan Sundstein, Kuro Takhasomi and Amer al-Barkawi, all gain seven-figure salaries, while public and also business interest is just readied to expand.

Gone are the days when computer game were a wild-goose chase!

8)– Author-. There are in fact a number of video game jobs offered to writers, depending upon your background as well as interest. Imaginative writers and also scriptwriters are constantly required to write dialogue, as well as framework tales as well as story points in bigger video games.

Technical authors, at the same time, are required to create game handbooks and offer various other assistance and also direction materials, while content and also copywriters help to market and promote video games on the internet, in publications as well as with social media.

9)– Translator-. Among the main reasons pc gaming has acquired worldwide popularity is that the majority of launches are translated right into various languages. Professional translators are always called for.

There’s the prospective to obtain a great deal of job, too, with in-game message and also dialogues, handbooks, promotional products and also consumer support materials all requiring to be converted right into a wide range of languages.

10)– Marketing-Professional-. Computer game are a very innovative endeavour, yet at the end of the day, workshops are businesses that intend to see considerable returns on their investments. Whether it’s a big-budget studio launch or an indie studio using guerrilla advertising and marketing strategies, there is demand all across the sector for individuals that recognize just how to sell.

Larger studios constantly need market research experts to explore potential markets and categories, while the games themselves– especially the major AAA titles– call for advertising directors, campaign specialists as well as digital marketing professionals to sustain their launch. No matter what your specialism is, there’s bound to be an appropriate position.

With quick development year on year, the video clip games industry has come a long method considering that the halcyon days of Pong and also Room Invaders. With the aid of recognized AAA franchise business such as Telephone call of Duty, Assassin’s Creed and also Grand Theft Automobile, video clip games are currently much more successful than the movie as well as music industries combined. Your task is to try and also ‘damage’ the video game, as well as due to release deadlines, the hours can be long as well as repeated, especially when you are trying to recreate a bug that you found. It is a highly effective means to construct environments and also make specific aspects of the game a lot more authentic or appealing. You may be called for to locate and videotape actual weapon appears for a historical shooter game, or produce new audios from absolutely nothing for an advanced sci-fi game.

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The 10 Best Careers in the Video Games Industry

Official Website: The 10 Best Careers in the Video Games Industry

This consists of making personality movements as natural as possible, as well as virtually recreating the activities of other things, such as vehicles, tools and other gameplay-related devices.

5)– Audio-Engineer-. If your know-how hinges on the production and also recording of audio and also audio results, after that there is a strong need for your services in the video game industry.

On larger scale productions, you’ll likewise have to deal with composers and also voice actors to tape music and dialogue, indicating you’ll likewise need to have considerable studio experience.

The extremely leading gamers, such as Johan Sundstein, Kuro Takhasomi and Amer al-Barkawi, all gain seven-figure salaries, while public and also business interest is just readied to expand.

Gone are the days when computer game were a wild-goose chase!

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