It is the autumn of 1997. In the West, Final Fantasy VII has just redefined console RPGs. But in Japan, on the rapidly fading architecture of the NEC PC-9801, a tiny, quirky simulation appears that asks a radical question: What if you made a game about making games?
In the flicker of a CRT monitor, under a dull grey menu that says "Annual Sales: ¥3,200,000," you feel the anxiety of a real indie developer. You feel the terror of a bad Metacritic score. You feel the joy of a "Platinum Hit." game dev story 1997
But the soul is there.
