>>49318116I was there: tripping hard and about to unload my grandpa's WW2 Nambo on the suits, some rare prize as a captain for his genius occupation of Nanking. How convenient, he killed chinks so I got to live and be unoccupied. That was when F-U-C-K-I-N-G Ishihara comes back in the room, sweating like a white piggu because he knew I was a crazy motherfucker and had a loaded gun under my couch when I noseblasted. He starts getting on his knees, literally kissing their shoes so the Mitsubishi suits gave us two more weeks. I asked Ishihara if he was gonna suck their dicks too "good measure", but I had to stop when he signaled to me that "he would do anything for cash."
That's Ishihara for you. A professional gambler, never worked a day in his life, just crashed in bed, did drugs and woke up the next day to gamble more. Fucker would do anything for money.
At that point, seeing some cokehead having a meltdown and vomiting and crying on their feet, Iwata and and his dog Tajiri say "Fuck it." Turns out they were there to bring the disc with the full game to Mitsubishi. But we had barely 10 minutes of the game done. It was on them, I clarified, because Ishihara and I didn't know how to do shit.
That's when the suit looks at me, blasts a cigar and breathes all over my face, saying, "Call yourself lucky I have honour. My boy and I will have to fix this dumpsterfire in twelve days. Just be so kind to shut the fuck up and try not overdosing until we're done."
I just tell him to go fuck himself and pass out.
For days we had to share the condo with those fuckers doing what Nintendo (whatever the fuck the company is called) ordered them to. I couldn't give a fuck, it was baseball season, so Ishihara and I just crashed on the couch, smoked weed and watched sports while the suit and his pet made our game for us.
So in the end I'm here, after 26 years of pretending I actually know what I'm doing and making easy cash on mindbroken kids.
Kill me, please.
