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... this industry. With good marketing and a good game, you could create a company as big as the current big names in just four months.

"Now It's just what type of game to create... Do you have any ideas?"

[I do; however, my nature doesn't allow me to do this part of the process for you, sir]

"I understand. Do I need to go into much detail or just vague explanations? Do I need to come up with a story by myself?"

[Those are not required. You simply have to pick the se ...

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