TGS 07: The Cattle Car to TGS

I am standing on the platform of the Rapid Shogo line, stretching flat and straight from the heart of Tokyo to the remote district of Kahimakuhari. A throng of flesh compresses me from every side: one hundred million Japanese gamers who need to be squeezed onto this one train to go to TGS. Today is the first day the convention is open to the public.
Behind the crowd, a row of subway cops in meticulously fascist uniform shouts fierce instructions through a bull horn at the backs of the heads of the otaku before them: cosplayers and booth babes, Japanese and gaijin, fat and thin… it doesn’t matter. All are dehumanized by the mere accident of their birth as gamers.

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