What crisis hits Game Dev Co next?
The crew barely survived their Kuroda deadline, but the 90s tech world never lets up. A new threat is about to walk through that busted front door — what’s it going to be?
The JK crew find themselves running a game dev studio in the 90s named Game Dev Co. They commit crimes and run scams out of their game dev office as they try to also make games at the same time. All to make ends meet and keep the company afloat.
Influence the show by voting in polls!
The crew barely survived their Kuroda deadline, but the 90s tech world never lets up. A new threat is about to walk through that busted front door — what’s it going to be?
Programmer at Game Dev Co. Always says shit is impossible, but then does it.
A slick investor in an expensive pinstripe suit with tinted glasses and a briefcase chained to his wrist.
A frantic pizza delivery guy in a red uniform with sauce stains and a cracked motorcycle helmet still on.
A sweaty, balding city power grid technician in an ill-fitting orange jumpsuit with a walkie-talkie clipped to his chest.
A stern woman in a grey pantsuit with a Consumer Protection Agency lanyard and a folder full of violations.
A jacked gym bro in a too-tight polo shirt with veins popping out of his neck, holding an empty pill bottle.
A clean-cut man in a dark suit with an earpiece and a badge hidden under his lapel.
A wiry con man in a leather trench coat with slicked-back hair and fingerless gloves holding a briefcase.
A scrawny 19-year-old intern in an oversized Game Dev Co polo shirt with a visitor badge clipped crooked to his collar.
A bored, pale morgue attendant in green scrubs with reading glasses on a chain around his neck.
A severe Japanese corporate enforcer in a tailored black suit with razor-sharp bangs and a titanium tablet tucked under her arm.
A nervous forensic accountant in a short-sleeve dress shirt with a pocket protector full of red pens and bifocals on a chain.
A stocky hotel bellhop in a burgundy uniform with a gold luggage cart and an attitude problem.
A thin, nervous hotel manager in a navy blazer with a name tag reading 'CLAUDE' and sweat on his forehead.
A distorted voice heard only through the payphone speaker, crackling and low-pitched with an electronic warble.
A jovial elderly Japanese businessman in a rumpled linen suit with round glasses and a Grateful Dead pin on his lapel.
A 16-year-old modder in an oversized hoodie with cat-ear headphones and fingerless gloves covered in circuit board stickers.