The crowd's going wild!
"What a crazy setup!"
"Upgrades usually buff you, but this game nerfs you!"
"It doesn't tank the vibe—it amps the challenge!"
"Classic Kintuo Games, always dropping fresh heat."
"The higher you rank, the dopest the kill feels. Pure rush!"
"This is insane!"
"Killing with a knife against gunners? Mind-blowing."
"Winning that? The hype'd be unreal!"
"This mode's a banger."
"Wait, didn't Patrick Dunn design CrossFire's no-economy system?"
"Yup, Patrick Dunn's a legend in esports shooters."
"Championship or not, the Most Anticipated Game Award is Kintuo's lock!"
"This design's pure fire."
"Twenty-player chaos? I'm hyped just thinking about it!"
The audience is lit!
Even Leo Finch, head of Fury Games, fresh off his speech, nods in respect:
"Patrick Dunn's got a bad rep—acts like he's king and we're all extras."
"He's thrown shade at U.S. games, saying CrossFire's no-economy system was jacked."
"But props—this design's nuts."
"Reverse upgrades? That's next-level fun."
"No bad vibes, just pure player hype."
"Solid work. You feeling it, Boss Harper?"
Uh…
Gus Harper stalls.
My take?
This is just CSGO's Arms Race mode!
And it's got everyone losing their minds like it's new?
For real?!
Gus's shock hits harder than seeing a company blow $2M on a logo tweak.
If that's the bar…
I could reskin CrossFire, toss in Ghost Mode, and call it a wrap. Wouldn't that nuke the place?
Holy crap.
Gus shudders at being crowned "Father of Ghost Mode."
He way overestimated this world's game design chops.
He braced for the Asian Games to be brutal—maybe Overwatch-style skill shooters or Battlefield's destructible maps.
So he dropped PUBG, a global smash from his past life.
But this?
No Overwatch! No Battlefield!
A 20-player brawl is "hype" here?
Total scam!
Gus wants to chuck his phone.
If he'd known, he wouldn't have sweated PUBG's Battle Royale!
Ghost Mode, Headshot Mode, Knife Fight Mode, or a Grenade-Throwing Glass-Busting Mode—any would've crushed!
He was even stressing APEX?
Second-gen FPS + Battle Royale + Skills?
That'd rip the roof off!
"Too hasty…"
Smack!
Gus slaps his forehead, cursing his overestimation.
Zoey Parker next to him is loving it!
Leo Finch's question stung!
Boss Harper's spiraling, hahaha!
Seeing the competition, Gus must be regretting that cooking game!
No buzz, no depth, and losing to Kintuo's innovation!
Make bank?
If this doesn't tank, I—Zoey Parker—will wash my hair upside-down on live TV!
Then the host's voice booms:
"Thanks, Patrick Dunn, for that killer intro. The Arms Race mode is wild, and everyone's feeling it!"
"The Asian Games Association pushes innovation and exploration to grow esports."
"Today, we've got another game-changer from a top U.S. studio."
"Per their director—"
"This project's a massive, groundbreaking, never-before-seen game that'll flip gaming on its head!"
"Give a big hand for—"
"WindyPeak Games's Game Director—"
"Gus Harper—!!!"
BOOM—!
Applause explodes.
Murmurs ripple.
Most don't know Gus Harper.
WindyPeak's small-time in the U.S., let alone globally.
Patrick Dunn, fresh off his speech, scoffs hardest:
"Ugh, this host's clueless."
"What kinda nobody rides my coattails?"
"Bad luck. Gross to be tied to some no-name U.S. trash…"
He grimaces, barely hiding his disgust.
Gus Harper grabs the mic and struts onstage, cool as ice.
The crowd's dazzled!
His gray-blue Hugo Boss suit—peak lapels, slim fit, cinched waist—pops.
Matching trousers and matte Baroque leather shoes keep it chill.
Gus waves, flashing a Mickey watch that softens his vibe.
"Yo, organizing committee, guests, players, media, and fellow designers—what's good? I'm Gus Harper."
He bows slightly, gesturing:
"Thanks, host Tom Sato, for the intro."
"But let's clear one thing—"
"WindyPeak doesn't 'follow' anyone."
"From psychological horror to second-gen FPS, we've led the charge."
"We don't fear failure or hurdles. We've got the grit of the American spirit."
"All to splash color on gaming—the world's ninth art."
"Past, present, future—always."
BOOM—!
The room goes quiet, then erupts in cheers!!!
Drama's the vibe, and this is spicy!
Patrick Dunn's rep sucks—shading U.S. games today, Japan's tomorrow, acting like esports was born in Korea, from Kintuo, centered on him.
The crowd—especially Japanese devs—eats it up, nearly standing to clap.
U.S.-Japan camaraderie, thriving on Korea shade.
Tate's Gaming Scoop's livestream chat pops off—
"OHHHH—!"
"Hell yeah, Boss Harper's killing it!"
"Rep the brand! Gus is owning!"
"Crazy! That's why I stan Boss Harper—he's freaking wild!"
"Over it with that Korean designer's ego. Always acting big!"
"Gus is fearless, love it!"
"Sexy Gus, face-riding haters!"
"Dang, that's savage."
"But… isn't he overselling? Kintuo's idea was legit fire…"
"Yeah, guts are cool, but a newbie talking big? Kinda sus."
"?"
"Nah, you're the Korean stan, not me."
"Didn't expect a fanboy here…"
"Chill, bro…"
Under the stage, Patrick Dunn's face twists, fuming!
He's shooting daggers at Gus.
He was already mad about the host's intro, muttering WindyPeak wasn't worth his name.
But Gus swinging?
Patrick's choking on rage, brows shaking!
He can't clap back—gotta stew.
He's banking on the Most Anticipated Game Award to rub it in Gus's face!
Gus waves, calming the cheers:
"Thanks for the love, y'all."
"I know my big talk's got some side-eyeing."
"'Who's this nobody talking crazy?'"
Gus nails it.
Zoey Parker in the crowd's lost.
You nuts, bro?!
Others don't know our game, but you do!
Sure, Leo Finch called out Patrick Dunn's ego.
His design did wow the room.
But us?
A Little Chef knockoff?
You're popping off, but when we get roasted, what then?
Zoey's sweating, scoping escape routes.
Then Gus's voice cuts through—
"After revolutionizing second-gen FPS…"
"This time, we're ditching cop-criminal, point-grind modes of old shooters."
"We're reinventing the core!"
"Forget 'winning'—this game's about surviving!"
"Let me break down WindyPeak's Asian Games project…"
PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds!
Gus turns, and BOOM—a promo image hits the laser screen!
A dude in a vest, shorts, and welding helmet grips a rifle, dodging explosions and bullets in a wild wasteland.
A plane roars overhead, dozens of figures dropping—some splatting, others gliding with parachutes.
A chaotic, heart-pounding fight scene unfolds!
A bullet-riddled frying pan crowns the battle-scarred title.
BUZZ—!
The crowd loses it!
No question—WindyPeak's dropping a shooter, hot on Kintuo's heels!
And it looks wilder, bigger, badder!
Gus's confidence screams FPS revolution!
He breaks it down in four parts:
Player Count: 100-player melee per match!
The crowd screams! A hundred players? Unheard of!
Map and Mechanics: Massive maps, brutal poison circles!
Early game, huge maps let 100 players loot guns, gear, and vehicles. Poison circles shrink, forcing epic clashes!
Screams, applause erupt! This survival vibe is pure hype!
Gun Mods: Custom attachments!
Players scavenge guns and attachments—optics, grips, stocks, silencers, flash suppressors—all boosting performance. Never done before!
Custom Actions: Max freedom!
Building on second-gen FPS, PUBG adds left-right peeks, crawling, grenade-throw control, and dance moves! Total freedom!
Gus wraps, and the crowd—designers, players—leaps up, clapping like crazy!
No doubt—PUBG's a game-changer for FPS and beyond!
Amid thunderous applause, Gus steps offstage, loosens his collar, and nudges Zoey Parker:
"How'd I do? Killed it, right?"
Zoey's silent.
Gus glances, confused.
She's frozen, soul gone, staring at the screen's bullet-pierced frying pan.
Gus frowns, following her gaze:
"Yo, Zoey, what's up? I'm up there ten minutes, and you're already stunned?"