crankgameplays imagines

[24] game dev

Conventions sucked.

It wasn't the conventions themselves, more just the overflowing, bustling, pushing crowd of fans trying to see their favorites. Which was understandable, but you still found it bothersome, especially when you were working the booth for a small indie game company. People would shove right past you to get to the more popular game.

A man in a larger than life costume from some sort of anime was pushing his way through the crowds, knocking one boy down in front of your booth. You rushed around your table to help him up. "Are you okay?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I think so." He shook his head, looking up at you with heart-stopping blue eyes.

You cast your eyes down from his and saw a rugburn on his hands. "You should get that disinfected. We have a first aid kit back here."

"Really? Thanks." He smiled brightly, running his fingers through his bright blue hair that had become messy in his fall. "I'm Ethan, by the way."

"Y/N, I'm one of the developers on this game." You gestured to the sign above your booth, doubting he'd heard of it.

"You developed Commander-In-Training?" Ethan asked, seeming stunned.

Your game was a survival training simulator for a futuristic army on an alien planet. "Oh yeah, I didn't think anybody knew it."

"Are you kidding? I love the character writings and how you change the terrain and graphics based on the training your commander gives you! I think the integration of real-world regional fighting tactics in different alien races in the training simulations is incredible. All that research must have taken forever!"

"Yeah, it did. Thank you, Ethan." You grinned at his praises, opening the first aid kit.

"I'm actually doing a play through of it right now on my YouTube channel."

"Really, how far along are you?"

"200,000 subs!" He answered proudly.

Although you were happy that a YouTuber with that much influence was showing his fans your game, that didn't matter to you. "I mean, how far in the game? But, congrats on 200k!"

"Oh, uhm, right up to when Armenhoui is starting to think that they might not be simulations after all."

"Ooh, Chapter 10. It gets exciting after that!" Ripping open the disinfecting wipe package, you placed it on his wounds.

He hissed air out through gritted teeth, talking to focus on something but the sting. "As if it already hasn't been? Your game was a mindfuck from the first five minutes and I loved it!"

"Thank you so much, you have no freaking clue how much your words mean to me. And the whole dev team."

"Speaking of which, where is everyone else? There were two more names on the credits."

"Alan and Lilly went on lunch break. I offered to watch the booth for them." You shrugged, sitting back in your stool behind the table.

"Would you like some company watching the booth? I have very good eyesight."

You laughed at his offer, but appreciated it nonetheless. "Really? Like a hawk?"

"Only with my contacts in." He admitted, pointing to his eyes. "These babies fall out I'm as blind as a bat without echolocation."

His phrasing made you laugh again, and you gladly offered him the eat beside you. "Please stay. Maybe a review from a real gamer will make more people actually interested in it. Most just come to the booth to see if we're giving out free stuff."

"Are you?"

"Nah, the Commander League shirt will cost you."

"What? Anything, I have $100 in cash!"

You giggled at Ethan's enthusiasm for your merch. "Lunch date with me?"

To your relief, the cute blue-haired boy beamed even wider. "Of course!"

"Oh but the actual shirt is $15."

"I knew it was too good to be true."