Meet the Crew

You step into an old arcade. It feels like you’ve been brought back to the 80’s. A wave of nostalgia hits you. The scent of greasy pizza, the ping of pinball machines, the crazy-looking carpet… Basically, you’ve gone back in time. Aside of the interesting added scent of laundry detergent.

Near the register counter, you see a kid talking with a super nonchalant cashier. You approach, hoping to get some information about what the heck is going on.

“…Dude, it was crazy, the guy with the mullet came out, I lost my quarter, and- Oh, hi there! You’re here to meet the Arcade King, huh? He’s out doing his laundry- I mean, being really cool and beating high scores. Umm, but here, I’ll take you around to meet the crew!”

“First, we have this guy, the writer, director,… pretty cool. His name is Ryan Neves. But not neeves like an Egyptian reed, it’s NEV-ISS.” Your tour guide, Gabe, holds his hands out for emphasis, nervousness on his face.

“Alright, continuing on, we have Athan, John, and Alyssa.”

“Athan and John are the wardrobe extraordinaires, making sure the 80’s are brought to life in costume. You really don’t want to miss the glory of a mullet, and they’re gonna make sure it’s as terrible as they were back then- or… I mean as glorious as it was back then.” Gabe makes a face of disgust. “Moving on.”

“Next, we have Alyssa. She’s capturing the action frame by frame on camera.” Alyssa waves and Gabe guides you to another part of the arcade.

“And this is where I lost my quarter earlier.” He gets down on all fours to look under a machine. He stretches his arm underneath it. “I just can’t…” he groans in effort, “got it!! I got it. All is right with the world.” He holds it up triumphantly. “Oh, right, you’re still here. Well, that’s really all I’ve got for you right now, but, I’ve heard there’s a really cool carrier pigeon named Bagel that is happy to deliver any new production updates to you. You just have to sign up here.”

Gabe hands you a wooden clipboard with a super old pen attached to it.

“Please choose an email that Bagel can actually deliver to. He’s tired of running into windows.”

Gabe starts eating a piece of pizza that came out of nowhere and you look at the form he’s handed you: