E3, Day Two (1)

After the excitement, the complaints quickly surfaced.

"That's it?" The boy in the baseball cap flipped the flyer over. There were only a few GGs. "What does Final Fantasy VII actually look like? There isn't even a postage-stamp-sized picture on here!"

"Exactly. How is Resident Evil scary? How does Tekken perform on the console? What the hell are these editors doing? They wrote for ages and it's all one-sentence blurbs. They didn't even give us a detailed gameplay review."

"This is way too half-assed. They went to the scene in person, and all they show us is a release-list table? My grandma could copy more off the display boards than they wrote."

Several young men stood at the shop entrance, cursing and grumbling, expressing fierce dissatisfaction with the media's perfunctory treatment.

As they saw it, the reporters had taken free admission tickets and enjoyed the front-row view, yet what they handed over was a shriveled, blow-by-blow account.

The shop door was pushed open, and the retail store owner walked out with a cup of coffee.

He was a fat man in his thirties, with the green channel-dealer badge he had used to get in yesterday still hanging on his chest.

It was proof that he had tagged along with his uncle, a California channel dealer, and slipped in for a day.

Only, today was more about industry networking and cooperation talks, which he was not particularly interested in. On top of that, the shop's business still needed him to manage it, so he had not gone.

"Stop cursing, boys." The owner took a sip of coffee, pulled a folded sheet of A4 paper from his apron pocket, and slapped it onto the display case beside him. "Take a look at this."

The boys gathered around. It was a photocopy, with